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This is such a small detail, but I love it so, so much.
Any French person not from Paris hates being called Parisian, but nobody hates it more than someone who regularly has to interact with foreigners. I kinda want to argue that the people from Marseilles are the one who hate it the most, but honestly everyone hates it. This is so on point I love it!
But also. Also. It's such a good tidbit of characterization. It's something that stayed with Jean beyond Exy, Moriyama and Raven. It's an inconsequential part of him he's refusing to give up. 'You can call me French all you want but I will not be called a Parisian.'
And yes, maybe it goes with the 'Moreau' part of him. But it's also a part of the 'before'. And he has kept it.
#im at chapter 2 and i already love this book so much <3#finally started tsc#tsc#tsc spoilers#aftg#the sunshine court#all for the game#it's a pleasure to get back to Nora's style#still so easy to take me down the rabbit hole#jean moreau
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Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader
Summary: You meet Henry at Philip and Martha's wedding to find you're both as enthralled by the other as the other
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: None really, almost smut but interrupted
Notes: Henry and Alex from RWRB have taken over my life 🤣🤣🤣
Y/N’s POV
To say that I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president’s daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I’ve done nothing. I’m only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this…
Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don’t know the name of. I’m not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I’m not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them.
Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we’re the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex’s hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She’s pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we’re long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don’t actually swing that way. She’s waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I’m face to face with beauty.
Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away.
His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex’s stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is.
As his voice reaches my ears, it’s warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, “Good evening,” He says, his tone polite but not distant, “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?”
His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There’s a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can’t help but feel that beneath all the rumours I’ve heard and the expectations, there’s a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating.
“Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-“ Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, “Y-Y/N. It’s Y/N Claremont-Diaz.”
“Well,” His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, “I hope to see you later.”
As quickly as he appeared, Henry is gone, and Alex is at my side, steering me toward the bustling ballroom where the after party is in full swing. Amidst the crowd, Alex seems to vanish in search of alcohol, leaving me to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. My eyes find Nora, her laughter blending with Bea's in a way that suggests they've been friends for years. I decide to do what I do best, explore without getting seen, blend into the shadows and find a quiet spot where no-one will disturb me, except maybe Amy who is my PPO for the day. Deciding to retreat into my comfort zone,
I slip away quietly, becoming a shadow in the corners of the palace. It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a room, a hidden oasis amidst the grandeur, filled with books. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line the walls, laden with leather-bound volumes and dusty tomes. The soft glow of sconces illuminates the space, casting an inviting warmth that contrasts with the glitz and glamour outside. I step further into the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books. It’s mesmerising, the sheer collection of knowledge and stories tucked away in here. For a moment, I forget about the grand event unfolding just beyond these walls. I lose myself in the comfort of solitude and the intoxicating scent of aged pages.
Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, the door creaks open, and I spin around to face the intruder, expecting to be Amy or Alex, having found me finally. But the sight that greets me is anything but ordinary. Henry stands there, his presence no longer commanding but somehow ordinary, like another person in the streets. His blue eyes meet mine, and there’s a shared understanding that in this moment neither of us are from royalty or fame, we are just Y/N and Henry.
“You are an enigma, nothing at all how I imagined.” He tells me, quietly closing the door and making his way over to me, gesturing to the sofa. I sink straight into the plush cushions, Henry sitting on my left, one leg tucked under himself and arm flung over the back of the sofa, expression open and I have to adjust my seat imagining pushing him back and kissing him breathless.
We exchange banter, light teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that’s reserved for moments of genuine connection. Henry’s flirting is subtle, a glint in his eyes and a playful quirk to his lips. It’s a dance of words that feels both exhilarating and comfortable, as if we’ve known each other for far longer than just a few hours.
But then there’s a pause, a fleeting moment where the air between us changes. It’s as if time is holding its breath, our eyes locked, and the room is charged with a palpable tension. And then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifts again. It’s a surge, a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist and as if guided by an unseen force, we’re both leaning forwards, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s hesitant, testing the waters to see if awe are both wanting the same thing. It’s a slow exploration, a gentle press of lips that converts a shared curiosity and a mutual yearning. There’s a softness to the touch, a tentative dance that feels both intimate and tender.
The hesitation doesn’t last long. As if a dam has been breached, the atmosphere between us surges with an irresistible pull. Henry’s lips mould against mine with more urgency, his hand finding it’s way to the curve of my cheek as if he’s trying to memorise every contour and scar. I respond in kind, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, a silent invitation for him to come closer. And he does. The kiss deepening, a dance of desire and longing, a magnetic force that draws us closer until there’s hardly any space between us.
I feel the shift as Henry’s hand traces the line of my jaw, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. And then, suddenly, the world tilts as he pushes me back onto the sofa, not dissimilar to the way I was picturing doing it to Henry. There’s a controlled urgency in his movements as he claims over me, body hovering just out of touch and the sensation is electrifying. Our lips collide once more, a collision of passion and aching want. It's a fervent dance of tongues and shared breaths that leaves me dizzy and craving more. His hands, exploratory and confident, trace the contours of my chest and shoulders. The path they leave in their wake is seared with fire, a trail of sensations that has me arching into his touch.
As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but let my own desires take over. My hands, emboldened by need, glide down his back until they reach his waist and I pull him down to close the achingly large gap between us, drawing a whimper from me as his hips brush against mine just right.
“Jesus, you know exactly what you want, don’t you?” Henry pants, breaking the kiss to focus his gaze on my shirt with an annoyed expression. His lean fingers with the buttons on my shirt, his touch almost impatient in it’s eagerness to explore what lies beneath. He looks breathtaking, hovering above me, honey hair mused and blue eyes glazed with want and abandon.
I can’t stop myself reaching up and tangling my hand in those locks, grumbling, “You talk to much.” Before yanking him down into a bruising kiss. My hips raising up to meet his, causing a delicious friction that has me swallowing the sounds Henry makes, his hips rocking to meet mine.
“Y/N, I told you not to-oh my god.” Amy is turning around and walking back outside, closing the door with a meaningful clearing of her throat. Henry is scrambling off of me and to his feet, eyes wide as if he’s realising what we’ve done and there’s a sinking feeling in my gut. I sit up, adjusting myself, the suit pants doing not much to ease he uncomfortableness and trying to make myself a little more presentable, keeping my head bowed away from his royal highness.
“Oh no, no, no,” Henry is appearing between my legs, doing nothing to help my problem, those fantasy inducing fingers gripping my thighs higher than they should be, “Y/N Claremont-Diaz, you are a pleasure and I do hope we can see each other again. I would…” He pauses, looking up at me through hooded lashes and his right hand shifting even higher and a strangled sound escapes my throat, “I would like to see more of you.”
“Fuck.” I’m letting my head fall back, the dull pain from the couch frame helping ease my raging erection that is currently being groped by someone I never thought. I think I get whiplash when Henry pops the button on my suit pants, “Hen- fuck… Henry, Alex is looking for me…. We don’t… we don’t have-“
“There you are Y/N!” The door bursts open and Alex stops short, eyes wide and jaw almost hitting the floor before he screeches, “HENRY?!”
“Alex-“
“OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU PICK HENRY?” He’s staring bug eyed while Henry is still kneeling there, worry on his soft features.
“Get out.” I grumble at my older brother who just rolls his eyes and focuses his gaze on a very red in the face Prince.
“You hurt him, I hurt you.” Then Alex is gone with a half hearted slam of the door.
I’m gripping Henry’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, guiding his gaze to mine to see the same nervousness and intensity in them. He parts his lips when my thumb ghosts over his plump bottom one and I think I die and go to heaven right then and there.
“Where were we?’ He murmurs, guiding my hand to his hair again and yeah, I’m dead. How the fuck did I get the Prince of England to want me back in the span of four maybe five hours? I’m not gonna question it, just gonna take it as it is.
Fuck Me.
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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 17
Allison isn’t in this one much, and next chapter we say goodbye to her because she was starting to take up the narrative space that was meant for Eddie. And while I’ll miss her as much as everyone else, it is a Steve/Eddie fic and not Steve+Allison fic. Maybe after this is done, I’ll do a little one-shot with featuring her.
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Steve was worried. Yes, yes, he was aware that was normal. But this was introducing his kids to his mom. He didn’t know if he should introduce them in batches or all at once.
Dustin took the decision out of his hands when he decided to show up at Eddie’s unannounced when his mom was there.
Eddie, Robin, Wayne, Allison and Steve had their heads over the real estate section of the newspaper.
Allison pointed to one. “This one is in Loch Nora. Four bedroom, three and half bath with an Olympic style pool.”
“What the hell is a half a bath?” Robin asked as she leaned over Allison’s shoulder.
There was a knock on the door and Eddie went to answer it while Allison explained what it was.
Dustin smiled up at him. “You know it’s great having you and Wayne in the neighborhood. It makes it easier to check up on you and Steve.”
Eddie sighed. “We’re busy, what do you want?”
Dustin was about to say when he heard Robin laugh. “Robin’s here, too?” Then he just barreled past Eddie to beeline straight for the kitchen.
He stopped short and cocked his head. “And who the hell are you?”
“Language!” Steve barked. “And you don’t get to talk to guests in someone else’s house like that.”
Eddie came up behind Dustin and knocked off his hat. “Yeah, butthead. She’s a guest in my house, you treat her with respect.”
“Come on, Eddie,” Dustin whined as he gathered his hat back up and put it on his head. “I was just surprised is all.”
Steve grinned. “Mom, this is Dustin Henderson. He’s the one I was telling you about that Eddie and I co-parent.”
Dustin’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Mom?!”
“Dusty this is my mom, Allison Harrington,” Steve continued as if he hadn’t said anything.
Allison smiled. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Steven has told me all about you. Did you really build a radio tower all by yourself?”
Dustin’s face lit up and he started talking a mile a minute. Allison seemed to take it all in stride as she nodded along and asked questions at the appropriate times.
After he was done explaining he turned to Steve. “Are you sure she’s your mother? But she is super smart.”
Eddie knocked his hat off again. “Behave.”
Allison also frowned. “As a wise man once said, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will think itself stupid. My Steven has different strengths. And let’s not forget that the original NASA astronauts weren’t scientists and scholars but test pilots. Meathead jocks with an adrenaline addiction and little regard for their own safety.”
Dustin blinked. “Oh. That does sound like Steve.” He bent to pick his hat up again and adjusted it so it wouldn’t get knocked off as easily.
“What do you want, Genius Child?” Robin asked. “You came over for a reason. What was it?”
Dustin looked down at his feet and mumbled. “I haven’t got to spend much time with Steve since he moved out of his parents’ house...”
Steve’s shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry, bud. Come here.”
Dustin shuffled over to him and let Steve wrap his arms around him. He put his head on Steve’s chest and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?” Steve asked. “For wanting to hang out with me? Don’t be. I’ve just been super busy with work and volunteering and trying to find a place to live...and you’ve been in school. So it was just a matter of us missing each other, okay?”
Dustin nodded.
Allison cleared her throat. “Why don’t Robin and I scope out the place in Loch Nora and meet back here in a couple of hours? That way Dustin can hang out with Eddie and Steven. And Robin and I will come back let you know if it’s worth looking at? How does that sound?”
Steve pulled away from Dustin to look at him. “That sound good, bud?”
Dustin nodded.
Allison gathered up the newspaper and her keys, Robin following behind as they walked to the door. They said goodbye to everyone.
Wayne looked up at the clock. “Looks like it’s about time for me to get ready for work. You boys take care, all right?”
Eddie, Dustin and Steve all nodded.
“So what did you want to do, butthead?” Eddie asked, his hands on his lower back.
Dustin pulled off his backpack with a smile. “So I was thinking that we could build Steve a D&D character.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not going to play, so why make me a character?”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Not like that. You as a D&D character. I figured with you and Eddie helping I could show you how badass your are.”
Steve frowned. “You think I’m badass?”
“Of course!” Dustin said. “And don’t think I hadn’t noticed that the clothes you’ve been wearing isn’t your normal style.”
Eddie scoffed. “Only after I told you.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yes, and after you brought up, I began to notice it myself.”
Steve frowned at both of them. “I wear my regular clothes.”
Eddie wagged his finger back and forth and tsked. “Not true, my Stevie. The outfits you’ve worn lately have been longer in the sleeve and always collared. You haven’t worn a sweater or t-shirt since Vecna.”
“And you always wear an undershirt,” Dustin said. “Something you would only do if the shirt you were wearing was loose, like your Scoops Ahoy uniform.”
Steve gulped.
“Even when we went to Indy, you seemed to melt into the background,” Eddie said. “Something that I know isn’t you.”
Steve looked at the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
“I noticed, big boy,” Eddie said. “It’s bothering you, isn’t it? The road rash? It hurts?”
Steve nodded. “My mom got mad at the doctor for not giving me something for the itch at the very least. But by that point it was already starting to flake off. It’ll scar because they didn’t do anything about it.” He sighed. “I–I know I shouldn’t care. They’re proof I survived, but...” his voice cracked.
“What are you afraid of?” Dustin sneered. “That your good looks are gone now?”
When Steve didn’t say anything Eddie thumped Dustin on the head.
“Ow!” he protested. “What was that for?”
“That’s exactly what the problem is, you dumbass,” Eddie said. “And that’s what I was trying to indicate with his sudden change of style.”
“I just don’t understand what the big deal is,” Dustin said. “He’s been a badass for years. He doesn’t need his good looks when he’s got a nail bat. That’s why I wanted to make the D&D character to show him is strengths. So he can see on paper how cool he is.”
Steve and Eddie looked at each other in amazement.
“Oh,” Steve said softly.
“I wasn’t trying to be an ass,” Dustin whined. “I just don’t get why it upset him so much.”
“Because I know my reputation, okay,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Dumb Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. A pretty face with the charm to match. King Steve the Jock, who’s toned and hot. Good looks and an empty head. Great to go to for beauty and dating advice, but not much else. I know! Okay?”
Dustin opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“It’s not like you kids do anything to dispel that image,” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down. “Because when I ask questions no one tells me that I’m an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything.” He raised an eyebrow at Dustin.
Dustin’s jaw dropped. “Oh shit.”
“I appreciate you wanting to show Steve his strengths in a very tangible way, I do,” Eddie said. “But if you really want Steve to feel better about himself, try starting with dialing back on the insults.”
Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye as tamped down on his rising temper. “That was something I didn’t understand. I was talking to Steve telling him how much everyone talked him up. Lucas, you, and even Mike. All ranted and raved about how awesome Steve was. But he didn’t believe me!” Steve looked up and bit his bottom lip, fighting back the tears.
Eddie straightened up and walked toward Dustin, putting himself between Steve and him. “But the second I saw you kids with Steve, I got it. And none of the older siblings get the absolute shit Steve does. Not even Lucas and he’s got Erica as a younger sister.”
Dustin stared up at Eddie, tearing up. “I didn’t realize it had gotten so bad. I’m sorry, Steve.”
“We can do the character sheet if you want,” Steve said, “but yeah, what he said.” He pointed to Eddie. “You and I give each other shit as brothers but seriously Eddie and I couldn’t figure out why you wanted to hang out with us when all you talked about was how cool the other guy was.”
Dustin shuffled his feet and blushed. “I wanted you guys to be friends at the very least. I thought if I kept saying how awesome you guys were that you’d want to meet. It never occurred to me that you might get jealous of each other.”
Eddie tilted his head forward and the side. “Uh, dude...I know the rest of that was important and very sweet, but what did you mean by ‘at the very least’?”
Dustin just continued to look at his feet, scuffing the kitchen tile with the side of his sneaker.
“Dusty?” Steve asked. “You can tell us, we won’t be mad. I promise.” He looked over at Eddie who nodded.
“No judgment, bud,” Eddie agreed. “But you’ve got to tell us.”
Dustin let out a dramatic sigh. “I kept trying to set Robin and Steve up, but they kept saying that they were incompatible and just strictly Platonic with a capital P.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve who half shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“So, anyways,” Dustin continued. “I figured maybe it was because Steve was secretly gay and that’s why he kept striking out with girls. And I knew Eddie was so...”
Eddie doubled over with laughter as Steve placed his hands on his hips and looked up the ceiling, pursing his lips and trying not to laugh, too.
“You were trying to set us up?” Eddie asked between gasps of laughter.
“It only sounds stupid when you say it like that,” Dustin grumbled.
Eddie and Steve shared a glance.
“Should we tell him?” Steve asked.
Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know, he does already have an over-inflated ego as it is. This might tip it over into epic mode.”
Steve tapped his lips. “That’s certainly true. But he’ll find out eventually and he’ll be upset we didn’t tell him when we had the chance.”
Eddie stopped giggling and sighed. “That’s certainly true. And for all his faults, we do love the little butthead.”
“That we do,” Steve said solemnly.
“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” Dustin asked, his head swimming with the possibilities of what they could be talking about.
Eddie grinned and walked over to Steve. Steve blushed as he realized what he was going to do.
Eddie wrapped one arm around Steve, the other hand reaching up to cup his cheek fondly. Then he pressed their lips together in a slow, searing, beautiful kiss.
Dustin began jumping up and down squealing with barely contained joy. “Oh my god! This is awesome!”
Steve broke away from the kiss and Dustin could see that he was completely red.
“How long?” he asked excitedly.
Steve buried his head in Eddie’s shoulder to hide his rising embarrassment.
Eddie licked his lips. “Since Indy.”
“Steve, you smooth motherfucker,” Dustin cooed. “Did you take him to the concert to woo Eddie?”
When Eddie just laughed and Steve buried his head further into Eddie’s neck, Dustin gasped.
He playfully pushed at Steve. “You could have said, asshole! I wouldn’t have pushed so hard to do something nice for Eddie, too. I would have done my own thing, dumbass.”
Steve lifted his head up and blinked at Dustin. “Really?”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yes!” He threw his arms in the air. “Of course I would have. Plus, now that I know that you like Eddie back, I wouldn’t have tried to get you to give back the vest because it would be a really shit thing to do as if Eddie gave it to you, it would have been a declaration of his feelings for you.”
Eddie blinked at Dustin whose mouth had been running at a mile a minute. Steve on the other hand blushed deep.
“It’s a good thing I talked to Jeff and got skinny on that before I did something that stupid,” Steve acknowledged. “So I made him one to give back to him.”
Dustin giggled again and started hopping up and down.
“Dude!” Steve said, hands on his hips. “You’re going re-injure your ankle if you keep that up.”
“I don’t care!” Dustin squealed. “This is so freaking awesome. Can I see it? The vest I mean. You don’t have to because it’s personal, but yeah...”
Eddie laughed. “Yeah you can see it.” He went to go grab it.
Dustin immediately threw his arms around Steve. “This is so amazing. I’m so happy that you guys are a couple. And I completely understand you not telling me. Shit must be so scary for you guys.”
Steve nodded and hugged Dustin back.
“So do a lot of people know?” he asked, shyly. But Steve heard the real question of ‘Am I the last to know?’
Steve shook his head. “Wayne was the first to know.”
Dustin took a step back. “Makes sense.”
“Then Robin,” Steve continued.
“Best friend privileges,” Dustin agreed. “Well best friend your age anyway.”
Steve ruffled his hair. “Absolutely. I don’t have a secret handshake with just anyone.”
“You better not!” Dustin said mock seriously.
“Um...” Steve said. “Jeff was the next to know.”
Dustin nodded again. “You mentioned you talked to him about the battle vest, make sense that he understand the meaning behind, too.”
“Nancy...” Steve said with a grimace.
Dustin exploded. “What?!”
“She figured it out on her own,” Steve said. “They don’t call her Nancy Drew for nothing, after all. Plus, I’ll admit to panicking the day we went to Indy.”
Dustin narrowed his eyes. “Which meant Robin was panicking.”
“Yep,” Steve said. “So we called her in to help make sure I didn’t forget anything.”
“So far so good,” Dustin admitted. “Anyone else?”
“Just one,” Steve said, he licked his lips and looked down at the floor.
“Who?” Dustin asked, frowning a little.
“Will,” Eddie said from the doorway.
Dustin turned to see Eddie in the vest, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
Dustin’s brain was warring between the information that Will knew before he did and how metal Eddie’s new vest looked. His lizard brain went for the shiny.
“That looks so cool!” he shrieked.
Eddie walked into the kitchen and did a slow turn to show off the whole vest.
“A Corroded Coffin t-shirt?” Dustin cried. “That’s freaking awesome! And Steve did all of it?”
“Yup,” Steve said, grateful that Dustin focused on the vest and not why Will knew before him. He didn’t out Robin and he sure the hell wasn’t going to out Will, either. “Jeff, Gareth, and Brian all showed me the different pins and patches all meant. And then showed me how to sew them on.”
“Brian likes you better now,” Eddie said with a chuckle.
Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’ll bet he does. With all the swag you brought home. I bet he wishes he was nicer to me before we left so I could get Ozzy’s signature for him.”
“Let’s get making up that character sheet,” Eddie said, “shall we?”
Dustin lit up again and his attention was taken off the vest and Will. Both Eddie and Steve breathed a sigh of relief.
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This was several days ago but it was still bugging me (autistic) so I have to be a little pedantic about your tags on the pop neuroscience post: https://www.tumblr.com/drdemonprince/742517045406613504?source=share
The post is 100%. Pop neurosci is complete bullshit. All this "dopamine"/other neurotransmitter stuff people talk about especially.
With your tags though, please don't conflate the entire field of neuroscience with fMRI. For sure, 90% or more of fMRI is total bunk, I am with you. But there are many methodologies besides fMRI. And decades of neuroscience research that is real science. Including actual experimental methods that can establish causality, unlike fMRI. Much of that is done in lab animals. (Don't want to get into animal research ethics here but there is plenty of humane, non-horrifying animal research in neuroscience, although most of it does end with the animal being humanely euthanized. Of course some people hold the position that we should never raise, keep, or euthanize animals for research purposes, which is a valid position that I don't happen to agree with.)
Almost all of what the field of neuroscience actually knows about neurotransmitters is from animal research. So when you say we have no experimental data on that - not true, we totally do, just not much of it in humans.
We even do have a way to look at real time neurotransmitter release in living human brains, by injecting people with e.g. a radioactive dopamine-receptor-binding chemical and then do PET imaging to visualize the movement of the radioactivity in their brain while they do tasks/view stimuli. As their own dopamine floods an area, the radioligand is displaced (it's designed to be a weaker binder to the receptor than natural dopamine) and you can infer dopamine release in that area. It's indirect, correlational, and does involve some fancy math (but not as bad as fMRI). But it is a method that has produced meaningful findings. Nora Volkow is one of the scientists who used that methodology to study cocaine addiction among other things. Her research combined with neuroscience using lab animals contributes to the modern understanding of dopamine's role in drug craving and drug-seeking behavior, and how dopamine has nothing to do with the pleasure or high from the drug.
There are other valuable findings from human research that are not fMRI. Including stuff done on people getting brain surgery (kinda "poke this and see what happens", but it does establish causality); TMS which experimentally disrupts certain areas; studies of people with brain damage; and histological and anatomical studies of human brains donated to science postmortem, where you can look neuron by neuron which you can't do with fMRI or other imaging or EEG. And, fMRI/imaging has produced a LITTLE bit of worthwhile stuff. Just...not much, I agree.
I think coming from social psychology you may have been mainly exposed to "social neuroscience" which is generally fMRI about social psychology stuff. And often being done by social psychologists with not enough neuroscience background, not that fMRI is done rigorously by those people either, but it doesn't help. But that is not all of neuroscience! I used to do neuroscience and taught it to college students for 10 years. It is so much more than hogwash fMRI, I promise!
Thanks for the message. If you'll bear with me being mildly pedantic back (Autism), since we were discussing the topic of anti-psychiatry, I think there being no real studies of neurotransmitter activity in humans as it relates to any kind of psychiatric drug/treatment in field is tantamount to there being no useful ecologically valid knowledge on it. Lab animal research just does not generalize well enough to ground anything that psychiatry is doing or prescribing or that is being reported in the popular press.
And I would certainly chalk up "poke and see what happens" style brain surgery as being under the "exploratory, not science" banner that I already mentioned. To say that we can establish causality with that kind of methodology is just not true. It's also just not generalizable. There is so much we don't know about variation in brain organization.
You are absolutely right that my main area of direct involvement was working in a social cognitive neuroscience lab with an FMRI and an EEG, doing absolute fuckall nonsense, but that's not all that I have familiarity with or training in. Your notes are well taken, and I sincerely thank you for them and I'm sure a lot of people will find them interesting, but I think we're still very much in the dark ages in understanding this stuff, and that stance of mine does incorporate those methodologies.
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Tea with Jaune's family... Jasmine
Nora was literally sweating as she found herself once again in the gothically styled sitting room. As with the first time, off to her side stood a Beowulf in a tux holding a silver serving platter with a tea set on it. As nervous as she was, she had to admit the armchair she was sitting in was exceptionally comfortable.
Nora: I was asleep in my bed... how...
????: Oh, Grandma has her ways, you'll get used to it. So how are you, my dear?
Nora: Um? Do I...?
Nora regarded the middle-aged woman who bore an obvious familial resemblance to Jaune, though Nora expected that she was more her height than Jaune's.
????: Oh, of course, we haven't been properly introduced yet! Can you forgive me for that?
The woman clasped her slender hands before her face and gave Nora a pleading look.
Nora: Uh... sure?
????: Excellent! Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Jasmine Arc, I am Jaune's mother.
Nora: Oh? Pleasure... Pleasure to meet you, Mrs...
Jasmine: None of that Mrs crap! You can call me Jasmine or better yet... Mom.
Nora: Eh?
Jasmine: So, I assume Grannie Salem has spoken to you about your duties as an Arc woman?
Nora: Arc woman? Duties? Huh?
Jasmine: (Picking up a cup and saucer from the serving platter) Did you have any questions or concerns? Would you like some advice, secret fertility tips, perhaps?
Nora: We've only be going on for a few months...
Jasmine: Pshaw... I was preggers with Saphron two weeks after meeting Jaune's father. (Takes a sip from her cup) Delicious as always. You have a way with teas Bob, it's a gift.
Beowulf(Bob): *Grunts
Nora: Okay? Um... I'm not sure...
Jasmine: What are you not sure about, my dear? Positions? How to tell your fertile times?
Nora: Why?
Jasmine: Well, some positions are much better at promoting insemination, and of course knowing your fertile days...
Nora: Why?
Jasmine: Why, what?
Nora: Why all this? (Nora waves her hands indicating the entire room) and this? (Points back and forth between herself and Jasmine)
Jasmine: I don't follow. Is something upsetting you?
Nora: Jaune-Jaune and I have only barely started seeing each other... why is everyone so fucking concerned with him knocking me up?
Jasmine: Language, young lady. Didn't your mother teach you not to say such... oh dear.
Nora: (sniffling) She... she...
Jasmine: (Sets her cup aside, and scoots forward to reach out and pull Nora into a motherly hug) It's okay, let it out. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that. It's okay, you're with family...
Nora: Family?
Jasmine: Of course. Grannie likes you, and I can see why my baby boy is into you.
Nora: But we've (sniffling) not talked about anything (sniffling) but babies?
Jasmine: Mother's know. Mother's just know.
The pair sat there, Jasmine holding Nora letting her regain her composure, while Beowulf-Bob looked around uncomfortably. It took a few minutes, but eventually the pair separated. Nora gave Jasmine a weak smile as a thank you as she took her own cup and sipped at the almost room temperature tea.
Nora: It's not that good, just warm.
Jasmine: It's okay, the libido enhancers and fertility drugs will still be effective. Opps!
Nora: The what?
Jasmine: I should not have said that.
Nora: Did you drug me like that crazy grimm-lady did?
Jasmine: Grannie doused you, and you're NOT pregnant? Are you infertile?
Nora: No! I avoided Jaune-Jaune for like four days until I could control myself! What is it with you two wanting me to get knocked up?
Jasmine: (Looks at her bare wrist) My look at the time!
Nora: You’re not wearing a watch.
Jasmine: I'm sorry to cut and run, Nora, but I have a prior commitment. It has been a pleasure, and let's don this again... soon.
Nora: (Bolts up) Wait!
Ren: (Sleepily grumbling) Nora, please. People are trying to sleep.
Nora looked about her, she was once again in her bed, inside JNPR's dorm room at Beacon. Everyone and everything was how it should be, except for the silver tray and tea cup, once again sitting on her nightstand.
Nora: (Whispering as a boiling heat began to build with in her core) Not again...
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#Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family#rwby#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#nora's arc#salem#jaune is salem's descendant#jaune is a descendant of salem theory#Jaune is a descendant of Salem#jaune's mom is just as baby crazy as grandma salem#saphron cotta arc#adrian cotta arc#terra cotta arc#is saph baby crazy too?#terra wants a REAL baby daddy
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
tagged by @thefreakandthehair @stevethehairington @wormdebut @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @morningberriesao3 thank you loveliess
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
27 dresses starring katherine heigl and james marsden
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
138,103
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Stranger Things <3 My fics are all pretty exclusively Steddie or platonic Sstobin as the main focus, but I like to play around with the background ships - the best part of being super into a show with 14000 characters is you have so many opportunities for weird pair-ups
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
No Son of Mine
relax (lay it back)
TITS! magazine
Monsoon Season
relax (that's that)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I try to answer every comment I get because like, thank you for taking the time to let me know you read and liked my story you didn't have to do that and I love that you did
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
mmmm. I don't- HAHAHAHA okay wait, I was about to say "I don't really do unhappy endings" because I don't, but I did do a single angsty ending microfic as a personal challenge back in July
at the bottom you'll find all our friends
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
weirdly enough I think it was the sex tape fic I wrote for @inklessletter lmao that fic turned out so much more 'aggressively married' vibes than I originally planned. Just absolute sap city
Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Hope not lol
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
ADHD crack smut with a heart of fluffy gold
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I have written exactly one chapter of one crossover, which is a modern Stardust AU where Eddie is Tristan, Steve is the star, and 1980s Indiana is on the non-magical side of the wall. Also Eddie was trying to find the star so he could grab a chunk of it and barter it for a new electric guitar lmao. I really loved the premise I came up with and thought the first chapter was great; unfortunately the fic is fuckin cursed and will never be finished (by me. if anyone wants to take a swing at the story where I left it off feel free!)
stupid fucking star stuff
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
See #8
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don't think so!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes! @gorgeousgreymatter-x and I co-wrote the first installment of the yogi steve vs adhd eddie series as a birthday gift to @flintandfuss <3 we broke each other's brains with our linear vs non-linear writing styles lmao but it was a really fun project
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Steddieeeeeeee
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I started working on this goofy little crack fic forever ago where Steve was a member of the snooty grandmas-only Loch Nora Gardening Club, and he was all stressed out because the ladies had beef with the neighboring town's club and had somehow put Steve in charge of operation "publicly humiliate them by throwing a better annual fundraising party"
and then Eddie, being the impulsive horny dumbass that he is, was jokingly like "hey, you could come to my garden party some time" and Steve's like "you're in a gardening club?" "yeah, technically! sure!"
then Eddie drives him to Indy and pulls them up to this shady little sex club called The Pleasure Garden and Steve gets gently bullied by a drag queen lmaooo
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue dialogue dialogue. Also I think in weird synesthesia (some words taste bad, some memories smell like cinnamon, ya know what I mean) so I feel like my imagery toward the fun and funky side
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
All the silly important shit that goes around the dialogue. And writing a seamless big group scene - more than four people in a conversation and the pacing gets so ssx tricky
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Mmmm. I mean, I tend to avoid it unless the fic/character actually requires it. Like I did a Robin POV fic where Robin would think certain curse words in different languages because it seemed fitting for the girl who's fluent in four languages, ya know? Ooh, I do also love a good "character royally botches what they're trying to say" moment so foreign language phrases are fun for that
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Twilight
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I'm really just unreasonably proud of myself for writing almost 30,000 words of continuous story in 30 days. I've been trying to do that for years and never even come close
okay sick thanks for letting me ramble incessantly about myself this was fun!
as usual I'm late to the tag party but tagging a couple people anyway <3 @steddieas-shegoes @thisapplepielife @wormdebut @aidaronan @gorgeousgreymatter-x
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Please don't stop the music
She should have come back. It’s been a week now, she told me a few days. It happens sometimes, but this time, I have a bad feeling that doesn’t want to leave me. I light myself a cigarette, trying to decide, when the door of my office opens wide. I’m afraid to look.
“Nick!” exclaims Piper as if she didn’t expect to find me there.
“Yeah, this is my office.”
“Yeah, well, I thought you’d be gone by now.”
Oh, I feel bad.
“Why would I have already left? Gone where? And if you thought I had already left, why did you come here?”
“Well, already, for your last question, come change Ellie’s ideas.”
“Ellie! You have a visitor!”
I rotate my chair to face Piper who continues.
“I thought you would have gone to Sanctuary with Preston’s message on the air.”
I extend my hand behind me to turn on the radio.
“Detective Valentine, this is Garvey Preston from Sanctuary Hill. The Minutemen need you. Come to Sanctuary as soon as possible.”
I turn it off right away. I would come to hate my instinct.
“Has she been acting up again?”
«Not for what I know» answers Piper distractingly when Ellie comes into the room with a beautiful little denim dress that makes her a nice waistline.
All smiles, my secretary giggles under the admiring whistle of the reporter. I get up growling, letting the two birds do their parade. Sticking my hat to my skull, I sink into the night streets of Boston heading north.
I could have rushed. I could have run all the way. Instead, I take part of the evening and I arrive around three o'clock in the morning in view of the lights of Sanctuary. Shortly after the lights, the sound.
I’m frowning.
There’s a lot of sound. Like a guitar, but it plays very loud and very dry. Very little of the kind of sound you get on Diamond City Radio. It does remind me of something, though. I try to remember when I cross the bridge.
That’s it, I remember. Nuka-World. That funny presenter who was singing the same kind of music. If you could call it a singer. Like some kind of alley cat howl. The guitar, in this case produces the same kind of sound but is much quieter, during most stanzas, and the voice is a little veiled, rising and descending slowly like a caress on the staff.
“… but with a bullet in the head he no more run.”
Still kind of the same style. I walk into the bar knowing perfectly well who’s singing, even if I don’t know if she’s holding the guitar. I’ve already heard Nora sing. She has a rich voice that, somehow, would make you cry. Not quite Ella Fitzgerald but still upsetting.
“What I’m supposed to do, now? What I’m supposed to do, hun?”
MacCready holds the guitar. A talent I did not know, and he gives it with heart while Nora sends another good lipped of whisky to the back of her throat without bothering with a glass. Well, at least she doesn’t seem to want to kill us all. I wonder why Preston brought me here.
The man is coming behind my back.
“Ah, there you are.”
“What is the problem?”
“She! Again and again.”
“What, is singing forbidden now?”
I’m confused. I don’t want him going to Goodneighbor.
“No, that’s not the problem. Singing instead of doing our duty is much more serious.”
I’m being circumspect. Preston seems really annoyed, but since Nora bought the production of four colonies for the Brotherhoods, he seems to be looking for any excuse to annoy his General. For her part, the so-called General no longer bothers to try to reason with him, rather taking a malignant pleasure in pushing him to the limit since he proves to be completely unreasonable.
“I can’t imagine Nora letting innocent people die for a karaoke performance.”
This time, the Minutemen sighs, beaten.
“Okay. It’s not that dramatic. Instead, I was told a good location for a new colony, I wanted to send her and she gave me a finger. She has been improvising lyrics for hours on the discordant sounds the kid makes with his instrument.”
“I think it’s pretty good. And if you knew what it means for Nora, you’d appreciate it. She has a beautiful voice.”
He smiles dreamily, then shakes his head, growling.
“I don’t care about her voice. Actually, I do. The bar should close, and she keeps screaming.”
Precisely, the guitar gets in a stunning state while the beauty rises and raises the tone, now arguing the world is dark and there is no way out. I wince.
“Yeah, sure she’s a little gloomy, but the neighborhood filed a complaint or what?”
“Would someone file a complaint against the General?”
I shrug my shoulders. It still doesn’t make sense. Preston called in late afternoon, couldn’t have bothered the neighborhood in any way.
“You’re taking me halfway through the Commonwealth and making me fear the worst because Nora sings at the bar?”
“Because she has been giving me fingers of honor for three days every time I ask her to go on a mission for the Minutemen. It reminds me a little too much of her Nuka-World episode. Don’t you think?”
On second thought, yes, we have all the ingredients.
“She hears voices? Complains about creatures in the dark? Refuses to sleep?”
“She refuses to sleep. I just told you, she’s been doing her number for days, without stopping. Didn’t you notice she has a hoarse voice?”
A bit I admit, but I thought it was an effect to give more sensuality to her voice. I rub my chin, thinking.
“What about MacCready?”
“That’s something else. MacCready, Deacon, even Danse. They all took turns doing the musical accompaniment. They think it’s great. I think it’s a bunch of little idiots.”
“They don’t sleep any more?”
“Yes, they take turns. When there are none available, she sings on the radio. I think I’m gonna hear her fucking voice every time I’ll close my eyes now. It’s like brainwashing that says the world is not beautiful and we should cry on graves.”
I think it’s really very bad faith. No matter from what angle I look for, apart from the fact Nora still does not follow a very holy rhythm of life and she sent him away for futility, I don’t understand why he asked me to come. Otherwise, I approach her improvised stage on the living room table in the middle of the couches.
“Eeeeh Valentine! What a pleasure!”
Oh, to say she’s intoxicated would not do justice to what I see. Even the air around her smells so much whiskey she could blow a super-mutant. MacCready stops playing to greet me and takes the opportunity to put down his beer. He seems hardly better than her.
“I received a report of a disturbance at night, miss. Don’t you think it’s time to lower the curtain?”
“Nobody appreciates when I sing.”
“Me yeaaaah” reassures her immediately the kid. I smile at them, amused.
“Nah, you have a pretty voice” I reach out and help her down. “But it’s time you got some rest, right?”
She pouts accepting my help, then seing Preston, spits in his direction.
“Ah, there he is, the wrong party-breaker head! Mac! Send the music!”
He starts to beat the strings in a kind of aggressive blues on which she immediately starts to place lyrics.
“I know a wrong bad head.”
«A moldy devil’s head» chains Mac.
“He doesn’t want to party.”
“He growls and cries all day.”
“But I don’t really care.”
“She really doesn’t care.”
“I will crush this little worm that will never leave me in peaaaaace.”
I put my hands on my ears, and as she particularly leaned on me, she was trained forward without being able to hold back. Preston bursts out with a very sarcastic laugh when he sees her spreading on the floor, MacCready bursts out with a frankly amused laugh and I myself must hold back the odd laugh that takes me. She answers by swinging her bottle through the mouth of the Minutemen who duck it without problem.
“Well, there you go. The evening is over. In bed, Nora. As for you, Robert, you should also go to bed.”
He answers me by still making me cry his guitar in my ears, but I collect my own loot without paying any more attention to him. I have a Sole Survivor finely drunk to drag home and it’s not won. Tomorrow morning, settlers walking down the street will see her heel prints all the way to her house. I can already see the deep silos in the ground as she puts all her bad will into it by stuffing me with all the insults her mind limited by lack of sleep and alcohol manages to find. It’s still me who wins, even if she’s a piece of nerves, I’m made of metal.
“You sleep now.”
“Can I sleep with you?”
“To hear about it for two months? Too little, no.”
“I won’t even tell you!”
“You, I don’t know. The rest of the Commonwealth, they’re going to make hot throats.”
She rolls around in a ball under her blanket, growling. The crisis is clouded, we’ll see the damage in the morning.
I walk out onto the street, and I find Preston leaning on a lamppost.
“Seriously, Preston, I should charge you for my trip. I’m not a babysitter.”
“Seriously, Valentine, if she goes on like that, I’ll throw her in the street.”
“Throw her out of her own house? Even you must know it’s absurd.”
He rubs his forehead, seeming exhausted. I approach as he stands up and we begin to walk down the street towards his own home.
“I could shut her off from Sanctuary.”
“Diamond City tries it once a month with Piper, you know, her best friend. She always finds a way home. And that’s Diamond City. Do you think Nora will stay out of the Sanctuary walls?”
I make a gesture of the hand to show all the free spaces allowing access to the center of the square.
“I’m upset. That’s it, I admit. I’m saying whatever.”
“I think you’re mostly tired. Let’s sleep on it. We’ll see in the morning.”
“If in the morning she concocts another curtain to make fun of me, I swear I’ll make her eat her guitar.”
“And she’ll feed you lead. Stop, let it flow. You’re going to hurt yourself more than she did.”
“I hate her!”
I shake my head, amused.
“No, it’s worse. You admire her, you love her. But she doesn’t love you. She’ll never love you. She’ll never share your feelings or your vision. So, you’ve been looking for excuses for months to annoy her and she hit back, so you get annoyed, and it makes you even more angry. Who once told me to let it go?”
He groans and turns to the driveway of his home.
“You two are great together. You’re almost worse than her.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“That’s it! You’re all crazy! I’m going to bed.”
“That’s really the most reasonable thing you’ve said tonight.”
“Good night, Valentine!”
“I wish you the same. Do not poison yourself over this desperate cause.”
“Yeah, now I called the cleaner, I’ll let him clean.”
He closes the door in my face. The cleaner? Pff. I already gave in and don’t want no more. We let the river flow. He knows it better than anyone. It’s crazy to try to divert it. I slowly walk up the street towards my own house, lighting a cigarette. As long as I’m here, I’ll see tomorrow if I can convince Nora to go looking for that future settlement.
J'ai la suite car je l'ai finalement intégré dans le roman. Le lendemain matin, Silver ajoute encore une couche
Si vous voulez la suite, dites-le moi
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jaune's from a family of raiders
well not quite he's from a culture that puts a lot of stock in capturing and ransoming off their friends and neighbors from other tribes. think of it like a combat sport only some times you're also stealing cattle and horses.
he's a prince of the high king
well again it's more complicated the kingdoms are like city states they don't exactly legislate or collect taxes all the way out into the wilds. but they do send huntsmen to protect the area and then tax the huntsmen.
jaune's dad just happened to be a huntsman who didn't pay taxes because the area his family had lived in for generations also happened to be outside the control of vale. and lots of people wanna live near the huntsmen who can keep them safe. so he has a position of respect among all the tribes. and jaune is his son
he's also required to have a harem
this one is interesting because it's one of those cultural things that seems weird from the outside but makes more sense when you look at it. men are hard to keep alive without a hospital. even with aura. women are part of a protected group like children and so take less risks in life. leading to there being a ton more women than men. and since technology isn't quite to the level of the kingdoms proper,
well more hands to help maintain a house isn't bad right?
but most of all jaune is a man who only wants to do right by his family, whether that be those from the past, or the woman, or women, that he loves.
and this part needs no further clarification
tldr: au where jaune's part of a tribal community and brings his lover or lovers home to meet the family. how does that go for everyone?
P.S: also sorry for the flowery ask, i felt inspired by something
Ooh, do tell the inspiration!
"Unhand me, you brute!" Jaune sighed as the girl in white screeched and squirmed behind him. "Do you know who I am?! When my family hears of this, they will hang you for this! Do you hear me?"
Jaune kept his focus on the road ahead as he gripped the reigns of Valorie, his mare, glancing left and right occasionally to avoid an ambush. His family might have a hold on the territory, but with his father growing in age, so, too, did that grip loosen. A rival tribe or rogue patrol from the kingdoms would easily snatch up an easy target like the lone swordsman and his latest bride.
"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Home." Jaune answered, not looking back.
"Oh, yes, of course! How could I not know? And where exactly is your home?"
"Just up ahead."
"Uh huh, I see, and what are you going to do once you're home?"
Jaune let out a long sigh as he stretched his shoulders a bit. "Well, drop you off with the others, then have you judged, if there's enough time."
"Judged?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Judged for what?"
"Wife material." Weiss blushed and her jaw dropped. "Can you cook; can you clean; are you good with children; can you have children; do you have any family illnesses?" He shrugged. "Routine wedding discussions."
"W-Wedding?!" Ah, and just like that, the shrieking began anew. "You savage! You brute! I refuse to be treated like some stock taken to auction, about to be sold to some pervert noble!"
"You're not being sold to a noble." Jaune smiled and looked back. "Just me." Before she could begin again, Jaune let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, we're home."
It may have only been about a week since Jaune had left, but it felt like forever since his departure from the lands of Arcadia. The valleys and hills were as green and lush as ever, and the summer winds carried the calming scent of flowers across it all. He passed the growing crops, where he saw his sisters, their wives, and some of his own watering and tending to them. They waved to him, and he returned one to them.
"Welcome home, Miss Weiss." The girl marveled at the beauty. She had only heard of such places from her studies in the manor, but to see it in person was something else. Before she could admire it more, however, the mare stopped, jostling her from her focus.
Jaune slid down, then pulled Weiss down as well, carrying her bridal style. He then set her onto her own feet and untied the binds on her wrists and ankles. She lifted her leg, then kicked his shin. He yelped in pain.
"That was for the kidnapping!" She shouted.
"Yeesh! Just a kick?" Weiss turned to see a lilac-eyed blonde woman in fieldwork garments smiling at her. "When he dropped me off, they had to get his old man to get me off of him." She looked past Weiss to Jaune. "You going soft on me, or just your taste in women?"
"And who are you?" Weiss spat. "One of his whores?"
Yang laughed and placed a sweaty, mud-encrusted paw on her delicate shoulder. It felt warm at first, then hot as her grip became tight, and her eyes red. "I dare you to say that again."
"Yang, stop it!" Weiss and Yang looked to the younger girl running from inside the house. She was a brunette with red tips and silver eyes, and she wore a red apron that she had to roll up to her shins. She futilely tugged on the blonde woman's arm. "Jaune told you not to hurt anyone else!"
She let go, making the girl yelp as she was lifted with her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Rubes, we were just playing!" She then looked to Weiss, her eyes lilac once more. "Ain't that right, Ice Queen?"
"Ice Queen?!" Weiss balked.
"Yang, cut it out, please." Jaune sighed.
"Fine, fine!" Yang turned around, lowering her arm. The smaller girl let go as she walked away. "Besides, the crops won't grow themselves. I'll go be a good workhorse." She stopped to look back and winked. "I expect my carrot tonight, though, sweetheart~."
"Play nice and we'll see." Jaune responded with a smile. With that, Yang chuckled and resumed walking, swaying her hips for a few more yards before jogging back to the field. He looked to the younger girl and smiled. "And how have you been, Ruby?"
She sighed. "Do you mean after you left, or after you came back?"
"Both."
"After you left, I missed you. It was your mom's birthday, but I couldn't afford a present, so I took on her chores for the week, but I didn't expect her chores included chimney cleaning, so now I have soot so far up my nose, I'm still sneezing black. Then I had to tend to the chickens, but they're so vicious, and I swear they can smell weakness, because the rooster jumped me at least six times. Then Zwei needed a bath, but he somehow tricked me into the tub, so I smell like wet dog a little bit. And then I had to bake her cake all on my own, but there were eggshells in it and it came out both burnt and raw somehow, and I just- Argh!" Ruby collapsed into Jaune's torso. "I really missed you."
Jaune held her and kissed the crown of her head. "I missed you, too, Ruby." He stepped back and held a hand outward towards Weiss. "Ruby Rose-Arc, this is Weiss Schnee. She's going to be my newest bride." He looked to Weiss. "Weiss Schnee, this is Ruby Rose-Arc, my second wife. She and Yang will help prepare you for judging."
"It's so nice to meet you!" Ruby swooped in, snatching the other woman's hands in hers. Her smile was wide and bright. "It'll be nice to have another short girl in our home!"
"No!" Weiss yanked her hands away. "I refuse! When my father hears of this, he'll-"
"Oh, that reminds me!" Jaune walked to Valorie and reached into her saddlebag. Weiss grumbled as she watched him pull out a small, burlap sack. "Here, Ruby. This was part of the dowry, but I want you to have it."
Ruby opened the sack and squealed in delight. "Dust crystals!" She hugged the new woman tightly. "You are the bestest bestie a bestie could ever have!"
"What the-?! Where did you get those?!" Weiss shrieked.
"From your father." Ruby ran inside with her new sack. "In exchange for marrying you, we'll allow him to trade through our lands."
"My father would never-!" Jaune gave her a curious look. "I mean, not to one of his own-!" Her voice grew softer. "I thought..."
"Listen," Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, "if you don't want to marry me, I understand. Most of the others didn't want to, either. But if you give it a few days, you might learn to love it here. You won't go hungry, you'll be well protected, and I promise you'll be loved every day."
"I just... I didn't think I would be treated like this. By my own family."
"I know." Jaune removed his hand. "Would it be okay if I hugged you?"
"I-"
"JAUNEY!" The two saw a young woman bull rush towards Jaune, carrying a dead boar high above her head. Jaune extended his arms out and caught her, spinning in place at least a dozen times. Blood sprayed around, including onto Weiss and the other two as they embraced. When they stopped, Jaune set her down, giving her a butterfly kiss with his nose to hers. "You're home!"
Jaune chuckled. "Yup!" He peered around her and looked to Weiss. "And I brought back someone new."
Nora turned around and gasped as she looked at Weiss. "Oh! My! Dust! You are so small!" She looked to Jaune and waggled her brow. "Be careful you don't break her!" She then laughed. "I'd shake your hand, but, uh, I'm a little busy. I'm Nora Valkyrie-Arc, Jaune's fourth wife."
"Weiss Schnee." Blood dripped from her hair. "And I was just about to leave."
"Aw! Already?! We were gonna make pancakes tomorrow!"
"I was going to make pancakes, Nora." Weiss turned to the male voice and saw a slim man in the doorway, wearing both an apron and a blank expression. "Just like I do every morning for you."
"Renny!" Nora cheered before tossing the trophy to him. "This is my first husband, Lie-Valkyrie Ren!"
Despite his slim figure, the man held the heavy beast with seemingly no trouble. "A pleasure to meet you." He nodded, before turning to head inside.
"Is he also your husband?" Weiss asked. Jaune chuckled nervously. This was going to be a long day, but they both already knew that.
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Dot & Rachel
This is for @appleciders, for whomst I promised to write this a billion years ago <3
So, Dot and Rachel. Very different people, right? One is defined by her role as a caretaker, always prioritizing other people’s needs ; the other by being the sister who needs care and support, and prioritize her personal goals. One is, by far, the most patient of the Unsinkable Eight, rarely getting angry even if the girls’ behavior warrants it ; the other is prompt to anger, and to (sometimes unfair) criticism, whether it’s directed at others or at herself. And these differences means that they aren’t always the best suited to help each other. When Rachel falls in quicksand, Dot is unable to help her, unable to tell her what she needs to hear.
It’s tempting to think that Dot’s fatal flaw is her selflessness, while Rachel’s is her selfishness, but actually, I think they both lack a solid sense of self. It just manifest in very different ways. Before the island, they aren’t focused on their happiness, or well-being: they have no time for hobbies, or fun, or friends, or romance. They live for their parents rather than for themselves - Dot caring for her dad, Rachel doing everything because she wants her parents’ approval and attention. So yes, they have very different lives, different interests, but they have a lot in common. Loneliness, for one, and how their self-imposed isolation starts to disappear on the island, as they get close to other people, Fatin and Nora especially.
They’re also both action-driven. They like having concrete, physical tasks, with straightforward goals: building a shelter, climbing a mountain, swimming to the plane, keeping an inventory. They’re both at their most efficient - and, I would argue, at their happiest - when they have a specific mission to fulfill. And they find pleasure in more physical activities: carrying logs together, playing in the water, doing a little dance to express their joy.
Dot and Rachel aren’t soft/affectionate/caring in the ~traditional ~feminine way, like Shelby, or Martha, or even Nora and Fatin. They are blunt, direct, and not particularly prone to coddling. But they do care: they just show it, often, through practical gestures. Rachel isn’t the type to hold Leah as she cries after almost drowning, that’s Fatin’s job, but you know what she does? She fucking dives in the ocean and brings Leah’s ass back to shore all on her own. Dot doesn’t offer hugs, she’s not particularly sweet, or tender. But she checks that Fatin is conscious. Tells Shelby she’s a good hang. Gives everyone the meds they need.
So they have plenty in common, and in fact, they tend to get along very well. They don’t fight, rarely get frustrated at each other - the only time that happens, when Dot loses the lighter, Rachel backs off almost immediately. They understand each other well, like when Dot tells Rachel that Leah and her are kindred spirits. Despite their differences, Dot and Rachel have enough in common to be great friends. But also: because of their similarities and their differences, I think they would make a great team of leaders.
(I’ve talked at length about Dot and leadership in a previous post, so I won’t repeat myself, but I’ll say this: I am not talking about leadership as in who has power and authority, I am talking about leadership in the sense of being a driving force, providing direction and/or structure to the group, and literally leading the way, ie. doing the tasks one thinks needs doing.)
Rachel and Dot both lead by doing. When they think something needs to be done, they do the work. But they have no problems following someone’s else lead when necessary - there’s no ego there, which is good. And the one point in which they differ, is also how they complement each other very well as leaders: their ability to motivate people. Rachel is great at inspiring others, but she also goes way too hard, pushing people too far (Leah in the water) and trying to assign jobs to people without listening to them. Dot, on the other side of the spectrum, never forces the girls to do anything they don’t want, and usually still finds volunteers, but too often she just does everything herself. She spends season 1 trying to get the girls to do useful stuff, and it’s like pulling teeth - she ends up overworked and overwhelmed. Neither ~leading style is sustainable long-term, but as a pair, they could do wonders if they learned from each other’s strengths.
Here’s to hoping that they keep building this friendship in season 2, and that we get to see Rachel and Dot work together, and rely on each other, both for the sake of the entire group, and for their own!
#the wilds#random meta#dot campbell#rachel reid#dot x rachel#i haven't written a novel in so long.... im back everybody
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Earth-King Jaune I
AN: This an alternate semblance Jaune fic. If you can’t guess it from the title, uh, well just read it.
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Jaune sat on the rooftop of the dormitory, looking at his hands underneath the night sky thousands of stars glancing down on him. Today he had under-covered his semblance, and won his first combat class fight.
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Finding his semblance wasn’t a particularly impressive affair. Jaune had been chosen to fight in combat class, against Sky Lark from Team CRDL, and they had fought a evenly match spar against each other.
But, in the end, Jaune was being pushed back by Sky’s superior range, the boys halbert-gun giving him the extra foot or more to strike at Jaune to push him back.
Not that Sky was a particularly strong opponent, he just had range and some leverage. He wasn’t fast like Ruby, agile like Ren or Blake, strong like Nora or Yang, skilled like Pyrrha, or had a powerful semblance like Weiss. Just more skilled, and better conditioned.
A proper opponent for Jaune really.
Even as he was being push back, Jaune didn’t feel very tired, just infuriated.
Sky wasn’t much of a talker, but he had a smirk on his face as he pecked away at Jaune’s defense scoring the occasional hit to Jaune’s aura, slowly but surely wearing away at him.
In a display of impatience, against Pyrrha’s training, Jaune tried to bash Sky’s halberd away, but the other boy maneuvered his halberd back and then quickly stabbed his halberd at Jaune’s stomach and fired a shot that had him rolling onto his back.
Jaune laid on the other-side of the arena annoyed and bitter, as Sky smirked down at him from the other side. He rose to his feet as fast as his limited training let him.
Sky gave no reprieve though, taking great pleasure in dismantling his opponent, rushing across the arena.
In that moment time slowed down, as Jaune hyper-focused. His adrenaline pumping at the max and his powerful aura improving his sense. He just wished he could finally stop this guy!
What happened then wasn’t particularly flashy, explosive, or loud.
Jaune in a moment of unconscious action as his instincts empowered by his very Soul guided his sword and his hand. He held Crocea Mor’s straight out before flipping it and holding it blade downward then plunged the blade down to the ground as Sky charged at Jaune.
There was a slight cracking as Jaune hit the tip of Crocea Mors into the concrete floor. That Crack went forward ten feet before stopping in-front of Sky Lark creating a pothole in the ground.
It wasn’t very deep maybe a inch deep depression and less than a foot across.
It got the job done though, as Sky Lark assured of his victory kept charging even as Jaune stabbed his sword down, arrogantly assured of knowing Jaune’s fighting style like the back of his hand.
He easily tripped into the pothole falling with a surprised look on his face. He managed to get his halberd in front of him halting his fall, but Jaune saw the opportunity crossing the arena quickly to deliver a powerful two-handed strike to Sky’s head.
The other boy was KO’d immediately.
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Jaune laughed to himself on the roof, nobody could have believed what happened, not even himself, not tell Nora started running and jumping everywhere.
His teammates were so proud of him, and Pyrrha was downright hysterical with pride.
Ruby too, he even thought that Weiss cracked a smile.
After class though, Ms. Goodwitch held him back.
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“Mr. Arc, what did you do? You’ve never shown something like this before. So I’d appreciate it if you explained it to me, to prevent any injures or accidents, of course.” Ms. Goodwitch looked at him with stern green-eyes.
Jaune gulped nervously. “Um, I won?”
Ms. Goodwitch rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, and shook her head. “No, Mr. Arc, I mean what did you do in your fight with Mr. Lark?”
“I hit him with my sword?”
Ms. Goodwitch sighed. “I mean the part where Mr. Lark tripped.”
Jaune scrunched his face pensively. “I don’t know? I thought he just tripped.”
“Acts of the Brothers are uncommon, unless your name is Qrow Branwen.”
Ms. Goodwitch said with a sigh.
Jaune didn’t know who Qrow Branwen is, but he must be very unlucky.
“Come, Mr. Arc, look at the replay of the fight.”
Jaune turned his seat away to look at the large holographic screen in her office.
It showed the fight, but then she paused it when Jaune touched his sword to the earth.
“That right there, Mr. Arc. What was that?”
Jaune looked confused for a moment, thinking intently. Then he started to remember and explained. “I don’t know, I just did what my gut told me to do. Like if I did that it would cause something that would help me.”
“Hmm, lets continue.”
She played the rest of the video, Jaune’s eyes widening as he watched the cracks spread into a depression in the concrete.
“I did that?” Jaune asked pointing at himself.
“I suppose you did, less you had a guardian spirit to watch over you.” Ms. Goodwitch looked at him. “Did you feel anything else when you did that? Like possibly a pull on your aura, or feeling in it?”
Jaune thought some more. “Yeah, I think I did, like when I did that it was like the most natural thing it the world, like moving a third arm I never knew about but always used.”
Ms. Goodwitch tapped a finger on her desk, clearly in thought.
“Mr. Arc, I have a theory. If you would accompany me to the classroom, we may be able to confirm it.”
Jaune looked at her confused, but shook it off and followed her trying to piece together what was going on.
They arrived at the arena with Jaune looking the cracks and the pothole.
“Do you think you could possibly reverse what you did, Mr. Arc? It is perfectly fine if you cannot, but if I’m correct in my assumption then it should be in your capabilities to do so.”
Jaune felt at little shock, that Ms. Goodwitch believed he was capable of anything, but it was mixed with excitement. Excitement that he might have potential to do something other than swing a sword.
“Just do what feels natural to you, and of course, your aura. Let it guide you and it should come with ease.”
Jaune nodded and once again unsheathed Crocea Mors, It feeling surprisingly nice in his hands, and strangely tinglingly like a build up of static electricity was covering it, like it was eager to be used.
Jaune pressed the tip of the blade into concrete, a trickle of his reserves flowing into the stone, and then he felt like a dial with ticked. He pulled the sword up and reversed his grip to point it into the air.
There was a slight growl from the earth as it sealed back, but it all went back together, like there was never any damage at all.
“Well, well. Looks like my assumption was right after all. Come back to my office Mr. Arc, I’d like to do a couple more test and try to impart some wisdom onto you.”
Jaune looked at her excitedly, almost not noticing her words, but followed back with enthusiasm.
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Back at the office Jaune was excused from the rest of his classes, Ms. Goodwitch turned out to be a Dr. in Semblance theory and study, so she had the authority to remove him from class under that authority to study a potentially semblance with unknown limits or capabilities.
She moved them into a room adjacent to her office, a large arena like room, but half of it was filled with various tools, items and devices.
She turned on a holographic recorder and a robotic assistant to record them and write down anything they said.
“Why do you need that?”
“All Doctors have bad handwriting.”
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Jaune looked at the pot of soil before him.
“I want you to try and divide the soil without attacking it, you may use your sword.”
Jaune pressed Crocea Mors to the dirt and it trickled down like before the soil dividing in half with far less effort than the concrete.
“Fascinating, did you notice any differences?”
“It was easier.”
“Do you think you could move it? You may use you’re sword.”
Jaune looked at the soil. There was not harm in trying.
Tapping tip of against the soil and then lifted the tip up, the soil following up behind it.
“Hmm, do you think you could have it follow you?”
Jaune felt with his aura and so far nothing felt wrong, or even off.
He swung the sword soil following the tip. Other than a trickle of aura to keep it there.
He did some sword fighting with his shadow and there was no noticable change in control of the soil.
Even if he ran, jumped, or dropped his sword, though it became much more difficult to control, he remained in control of the sword.
Jaune explained it to Ms. Goodwitch when she asked.
“Could you try shaping it?”
Jaune nodded and held his sword out, and tried to picture a circle.
It took some aura but it became a circle, well actually a circle cylinder.
He made it in to a sphere.
He made all the basic shapes he could.
“Try making something more detailed if you can.”
Jaune nodded.
He focus his attention on the pyramid of soil and tried to imagine a copy of Crocea Mors.
Jaune shook this time as exertion became more difficult as the more complex the form. He grabbed his forearm with his left hand, keeping his sword steady as he modelled.
It was much more tiring but it was done.
“Do you feel any fatigue?”
“Yeah, that actually took something out of me.”
“Do you need to take a break?”
Jaune thought about it, but shook his head. “No, I just need a breathe.”
Ms. Goodwitch looked a little concerned. “If you believe so, when you’re ready, I’d like to do a last test on the soil.”
Jaune let the soil fall into a formless glob in the air. “Hit me with it.”
“Try and create a detailed model of person, or as close as you can without straining yourself.”
Jaune smiled and nodded.
He focused on dirt and steadying his sword-arm with his other. Now, who to model?
Snow Angel.
He tried to form the mass of soil into the likeness of Weiss.
It didn’t work, too lumpy. Not enough detail, trying to move it in one place destroyed another.
Agghh. ‘What if I pour more aura into?’
Jaune focused on his work and trickled some-more aura into it, pouring more and more in, it didn’t work.
If anything it made it harder to move, but he couldn’t stop, something was telling him something was going to happen if he kept going-
KA-PLUMP!
Purple rune formed into front of Jaune as his work exploded all over him, covering him in a dusting of soil.
Ms. Goodwitch had a worried smirk on her face. “I assume that’s a no?”
Jaune gave a nervous laugh.
“Now next question? Do you think you could clean this up?”
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The answer was yes. He could even remove the soil out of his clothes.
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The next several hours were spent testing his abilities on different forms of earth and minerals.
He could move and control sand, mud, and loose earth with no difficulty, changing their shape with ease. But, he couldn’t shape stone and harder more solid material.
He could make a rock float easily, repair cracks in it and make it fuse to other stone, but he could not make it change shape. Not without breaking it down into smaller ones and then reforming it. Which was much more exhausting than controlling in shaping mud, which was harder than controlling sand or soil.
The only thing he couldn’t manipulate out of tests was earth dust strangely enough.
“I suspect that is due to Dust’s anomalous properties, if you expand your control of your aura you may be able to incorporate into your semblance.”
Jaune nodded feeling tired, swinging his sword around and making his aura do things was pretty tiring after awhile.
“Anyway, Mr. Arc I’ve come to the conclusion that you have a very powerful and rare form of Telekinesis specialized in manipulation earth. You are a Geo-Kinetic.”
Jaune nodded, but a question came to his mind. “Hmm, but why do I feel more comfortable using Crocea Mors when I use my semblance?”
Ms. Goodwitch nodded. “That a good question, I have no conclusive evidence, but I have a strong theory.”
“Which is?”
“I suspect it’s a form of placebo effect and muscle memory, you channeling your aura into the sword likely makes it feel more like a point of focus, like a brush for painting. It feels more natural to you as you’re aura is more used to being in your sword. If you practice your semblance with out it you’ll likely feel just as comfortable, if not more, using your hands or gestures.”
“Huh,” Jaune then stifled a yawn. “Well, thank you Ms. Goodwitch. You’ve been a great help to me.”
“It’s my duty, Mr. Arc. As not only your instructor, but as a fellow telekinetic. Have a pleasant eveinnnngy,” Ms. Goodwitch blushed. “Oh, darn now you got me doing it too. Make sure to come around every so often to give me updates, and I’ll make sure to impart so tips to you to help with your semblance.”
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Explaing his semblance had been pretty simple.
“I can control earth.”
“It took you four hours to figure that out?” Yang asked.
“It took four hours to figure out what kind of earth I can manipulate. Which is all of it, minus earth dust.”
Weiss looked smug at that.
Blake then surprisngly spoke up. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to advertising your semblance to us?”
Jaune thought about it. “It doesn’t really matter, like all I’m saying is I can control like earth and stone. Not like that advertises any weaknesses. Plus I can only imagine as I get better with it, it will only become more obvious.”
A gauntleted hand smacked his shoulder, nearly bowling him over.
“Well, Jaune, I’m proud of you. With your semblance, Team JNPR is stronger than ever. But, that doesn’t mean you get to slack off now, with your first victory it’s time to move you’re training to the next stage.”
A bead of sweat dropped down Jaune’s forehead.
“Oh, joy.”
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Which brings us to Jaune looked at the stars.
Even tired to the bone, from fatigue and aura exhaustion, Jaune could not fight back his excitement for whats to come.
He had a victory under his belt, a semblance, good friends, and Ms. Goodwitch actually seemed to not hate him!
The future seems bright.
AN: I can’t believe Jaune got a fucking power up.
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Bitter Chocolate: Thief of Heart
Commission for my good friend @the-wayward-arc
Emerald entered the room, her world still a blur. As she flopped on her bed, the former thief quickly exchanged a couple of messages with her teammates. Cinder was out restocking their supplies. Mercury was off doing some dumb shit as always. And Neo was busy doing whatever she always did.
Which left her alone for the rest of the day here.
She took an opportunity to get as much out of this as possible.
"Aaah!"
Emerald cried into her pillow, as the sensation of orgasm washed over her and her juices squirted all over her sheets. How many times has she brought herself to climax by now? Five? Seven? Whatever the number, it was not nearly enough.
The momentary absence of thought brought by orgasm was gone and now her head was again filled with the visions of him.
When Cinder told her to spy on their future rivals, Emerald didn't think much of that. Like any other team, they came here to win and earn some prestige for their academy. The cash prize also was great. And it's not like anyone would give them much grief over it. Studying your competition was a given when the whole Remnant would be watching.
And just like any job, Emerald did hers with the best of her ability. Mercury was studying the fighting styles of various individuals. Rough data, as was fit for his mindset. He would point out strengths, weaknesses and the way their rivals telegraphed thier movements. But Emerald? She studied something far more crucial. The minds and hearts of their competition.
From Beacon, their biggest challenge would come from teams RWBY and JNPR. The former had a solid lineup. Ruby Rose who specialized in long-range attacks and could get a decent distance with his Semblance. Her sister, a straight-up brawler, with the power to turn damage into even more brute force and fire. The Schnee heiress whose Semblance allowed her to manipulate the fighting circumstances just as effectively. And, of course, the sneaky Belladonna who was fast and slippery enough to give them some trouble.
It would take some effort and extra preparation, but they could be hanlded provided Cinder adjusted their plans according to the matches.
The other team - JNPR - would be less of a problem if taken out early. Many of students from Haven were looking out for the team. Not because of any accomplishments or rumors. But rather, simply because it was the team the Invincible Girl of Mistral was on. Half of the students were looking to make the team pay for stealing their Champion. Emerald and her team were in the other half.
The ones wanting to crush the Invincible Girl and her precious Beacon brats.
And how easy the redhead made it for Emerald.
Seriously, she might as well have worn a shirt that said, "I am crushing hard on my leader". Honestly, it was kind of pathetic. Unlike Cinder, who knew how embraced power and prestige, Nikos hid away from it. And unlike her leader, Emerald noted, Nikos had absolutely zero idea on how to get what she desired in something besides the brutal fighting tournaments.
Jaune Arc, the oblivious blonde that stole the redhead's heart, was the chink in the Invincible Girl's armor. A dumb, awkward and honestly naive chink that Emerald was not above exploiting. She needed some dirt on him and then, boom, the whole team would go down like a house of cards. But what kind of dirt could she dig up on him? It had to be something serious enough to keep him scared. But small enough to avoid any trouble with the authorities.
In the end, it all came down to the same thing that caused the downfall of any man she ever knew,
Their pride.
The boy had no reputation as a fighter or a student. So that left her with the bright idea of sneaking into the showers. Getting pics of his tiny little wiener and dangling it in front of him until he agreed to stomp all over the Nikos heart. Easy, peasy, lemon sq- Shit.
And shit it was, Emerald thought, as she stared. And stared and kept staring as both her lower and upper mouths drooled over the sight of the boy in the shower. The long and thick rod of white meat almost reaching the boy's - the man's - knees was too big to be called anything less than a fucking bitchbreaker. Her plan went poof and Emerald rushed to her room. Before she even knew, she was fingering herself to the pictures she took.
They were no good as blackmail material. Oh Gods, if Cinder found out about her failure-
Forget about Cinder, the voice of her libido hissed. How do we get ourselves a piece of that fuckmeat?
Now was not the time. She wouldn't abandon all her plans to chase after a piece of that cock.
How about a whole thing then? her lust bargained. With a soft and hungry chuckle, it added, We could easily make Cinder come around too. Just tie her up and withhold that bitchbreaker until the bitch breaks.
That was actually a good idea. Not taunting her leader but the idea of stealing Jaune away from the girl. Nikos was strong as a fighter. But as a girl? She was nothing. Yes, she was shy and quiet. Always bottling it all up and keeping it in. She would have to watch her beloved blonde get taken away and slip up. And thus the Invincible Girl would fall. And Emerald would secure herself a nice and hung boytoy for the rest of the festival.
She licked her lips and then pushed a finger inside her mouth. As she closed her eyes, Emerald allowed herself to dream. Of a wild and rough fucking. Of sucking and choking on something much thicker and harder than her finger. Of the poor little Nikos sitting by and crying as she watched the love of her life give all the passion and attention to someone like Emerald.
And with that thought, Emerald drifted away into the sweet lustful night.
BC
When Jaune came to Beacon, he had clear plans on what he wanted to do. He wanted to learn how to fight. How to become a real hero like his ancestors. Maybe get a girlfriend while he was at it, too. The first part of his dream was coming along smoothly. He was getting better at handling his weapon, at least. And, for just a brief moment, he dared hope the part of finding a girlfriend would also be a success.
"Nghh, w-wait! Pull out, please pull out, Jaune!"
Only to run into a wall on that one.
Jaune swallowed a groan and proceeded to do just that. He knew a whole army of guys who would willingly give up their arms, legs and left testicle to be in his position. One on one with someone as hot and cool as Pyrrha, her legs spread wide and open for him. And like a boy in a candy shop, he went in to dig in and indulge in his gluttonous lust.
And just like that night, three weeks ago, they didn't go further than a tip.
Seriously, he saw Pyrrha tank Nora's bombshots. How was the Invincible Girl unable to handle some softcore sex? Jaune shook his head, refusing to let his sexual frustration get better of him. Even if they kept it secret for now, Pyrrha was a wonderful girlfriend. Kind and loving. What kind of jackass would give it up just because they couldn't have sex right now?
"Sorry, Jaune," she rested her head on his shoulder. "I thought I had it this time."
"No problem , Pyr," he smiled gently and gave her a kiss on the lips. Chaste, as everything with them for now. "Just like fighting, it is just a matter of time and effort. We'll get there soon."
Pyrrha snorted, a small cute quirk of hers that she showed only to him.
"You are right. Before we know, we will make each other stronger. I will make you into a big strong huntsman," she traced her hands against his erect shaft. "And you will make me into an insatiable size queen."
Jaune blushed slightly. Even when she tried talking dirty, Pyrrha was too adorable. A small - ugly and venomous part of him - rolled its eyes at that. Cute and adorable was good for her Mistralian fanbase but it wanted more. It wanted dirty and rough fucking. No handholding bullshit or whispering diabetes-inducing nothings. That lustful and angry part of him hungered for the pussy that he could reshape after his cock. The ass that would take it all and cry for more. The mouth that could gobble his cock up and drown in his semen. He wanted-
"Sorry, Pyrrha," he said, brushing her hand away and speaking just a tiny bit colder than he intended. "I think I need to take a quick shower."
The girl blushed, fully aware what he meant. Yes, she was a good girlfriend. And she knew how much discomfort she caused her lover with her... insufficiency for now. She smiled and told him to come back soon. She might not have been able to pleasure him properly but she took small comfort in keeping the bed warm for him and cuddling with his progressively stronger body.
As the door closer behind, Pyrrha laid down and rubbed her sore pussy gently. She would get it all soon. She was sure of it.
Jaune entered the showers, barely able to restrain himself. He was lucky enough to have found this place when hiding from Cardin. A small abandoned part of Beacon that used to function as showering rooms in its earlier days. Luckily enough, still operational. And lonely enough for him to rub it all out. If you thought attending the school with hot girls in tight clothes was a godsend, you clearly were not Jaune Arc.
The water cascading down his flesh washed away the unrest and frustration. As he closed his eyes, he let his mind drift off. The weeks of having the hottest girlfriend yet being unable to be intimate with her drove Jaune back to the pornsites that he had thought he would no longer need. In the worlds of digital porn, he found the way to relieve his pent-up lust.
In, particular, he hungered for the girls with thick thighs, wide hips and bubble butts. Did he sound like a complete pervert? Yes, so what? In all those videos, watching the girls just take foot-long cocks down their wanting tight asses drove him over the edge. Alas, Pyrrha was slow to take to the traditional missionary three weeks into their relationship. How was she ever going to agree to or endure anal?
With a guttural grunt, he released his load, the thick white cream hitting the cold wall. This was good. Better, at least. He was content to stand under the shower for just a while longer though. Just enough to relax enough so that when he came back to their room, he could fall alseep as soon as possible.
"Oh."
The single sound sent shivers down his spine.
"Sorry, I didn't know someone else was here."
Jaune looked at the girl and instinctively turned away. She was not hideous or unpleasant to look at. The opposite, in fact. The exotic dark skin. The delicious white hips. And the thick thighs that begged to be worshipped. Fuck, why did someone like her have to come here?
"Hey, don't be shy," the girl chuckled and brushed her light green hair. "Nothing that I have never seen before."
She gave him an appreciative look.
"Although, yours is much bigger than the ones I saw."
He refused to speak. As the mystery girl began showering herself, Jaune went through the steps of his quick escape plan. Stream away the soaps. Run out. Never look back. Sounded easy. In fact, it was easy. But sometimes, some things that were easy and good for you were not what you wanted. Apples and other fruits were sweet and good for you.
And yet, sometimes you just wanted the chocolate. Sweet and dark, melting in your mouth. And it seemed, as his eyes refused to leave the girl's juicy glistening ass, the girl had enough chocolate for him to last a lifetime.
"Hey, blondie, can you help me wash my back, please? It's kind of hard to reach by myself."
Jaune knew what was the right thing to do. Say he was in a hurry and leave. Go back to Pyrrha and cuddle with her. But what was right and what one wanted, sadly, rarely if ever were one and the same. And Jaune, who had spent the last few weeks on edge had chpsen to do what he wanted. Plus, it was just some quick back-washing. It's not like he was cheating on Pyrrha.
"Thanks, I knew you'd help me out, Jaune."
Maybe some other day, Jaune would notice that he never gave his name to the girl. Some other day, some other scenario, he would notice that the girl's back, much like the rest of her was perfectly clean. He would notice many things were it some other day. The way her voice melted against his ears like sweet poison. The way her hand was clearly rubbing her pussy. The way she pressed herself against him. Hard.
But today, this very day, Jaune was far too busy as his hands slowly went from her back to her ass. As if he was lost in some trance, he never thought twice on that. As his hands squeezed the soft and gentle dark meat, he felt his mind going blank. Being lost to something dormant and ancient inside. The pure unadultered instinct. And Jaune, far from being the strong and commanding man he would be one day, gave in.
Turning the girl around, he paid no mind to her yelp of surprise. Or the way she smirked and her eyes burned. All he cared about was having her close and his. His fingers dug into her soft welcoming flesh. His lips crashed against hers, burning hot and wanting. Right now, Jaune was not an awkward teen who wanted to be a hero. He was a man, driven by the oldest of drives of the mankind.
Lust.
As their tongue battled for dominance, their hands wandered and explored the bodies of each other. And as Jaune was soon lost in pure lust, Emerald smirked. It was easier than she thought. She would enjoy the pride of luring the boy into her soft and beaitful trap for as long as she remained conscious enough to do so. Which was getting harder and harder as the boy quickly proved himself skilled at fanning the flames of her lust.
His strong arms showed no mercy to her ass or breasts as the blonde practically mauled them. He was lucky she was into rough play. She hated vanilla sex. Too soft. Too restrained. The real sex was the kind where you lost yourself to the animal inside you. Where such things as manners and thought were not welcome and everyone involved obeyed only their own instincts.
And Jaune was proving himself a natural at this!
She was just about to get down on her knees and inhale as much as the monster he had between his legs when suddenly he pulled away. The expression on his face was the mixture of emotions. Disbelief. Fear. Shock. Anger at himself. She turned to reach for him, only to be met with a soft apology, "I-I am sorry. This is my fauly... I- We shouldn't be doing this."
And just like that, he left. Emerald, not one to enjoy being in the dark, used her Semblance and followed him. Concealing herself from him, she eavesdropped on him calling Nikos and talking to her. From the way the two spoke, it was clear their relationship was more than a crushing girl and an oblivious boy. And it seemed the blonde wanted to make it official.
Making up for his action with me, huh? How cute.
Perhaps he thought if he made it official, she would back off. Disappear and let him and his girlfriend have a happy sweet vanilla love. And perhaps, it would work. Not because she was a secret romantic or anything of such nonsense. She simply knew when to take risks and when to fold it. And, normally, she would rather not fight someone like Nikos over a stupid boy.
But Jaune was not some stupid boy. He was a well-hung and obedient boy. And if it meant getting fucked with that monster all night long, the thief of team CRMN was more than eager to take that bet. It would take some time. It would take some effort and some planning. But she was smart. The kind of smarts you earned on the streets and carried with yourself through life.
Jaune didn't look the kind who fooled around with girls for no reason. He was no player. And when she saw him, he was busy jacking himself off to notice her watch him. Which meant that there was some trouble in paradise between the two. Clearly, not because of his size though. As gears kept turning in her head. the picture became cleaner and cleaner until there was simply no other explanation to it all.
Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl of Mistral, was a fucking pillow princess. It was quite funny, Emerald would admit. The greatest Champion of her generation and she couldn't take a dicking. The sick and twisted thought made its way into her mind. Fed by Emerald's hidden frustration and craving for power of her own, the thought grew bigger and stronger until it was a fully-formed plan.
She would not simply use Jaune to get at Pyrrha. She would make sure to break the girl and take her for herself. And obedient little Champion sounded so great. Great enough to sow the seeds of ambition and hunger within the girl's heart. Perhaps, the original plan of making Cinder kneel before her would also come to fruition given time. But for now, she had preparations to make.
And a lot of cuts to make.
BC
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Nora smiled and sung. "Renny, i kneeeeew it!"
"Yes, Nora," Ren smiled softly. "I think everybody knows it now too."
Pyrrha blushed bright red but refused to hide her face. The smile refused to go away from her lips even if she knew she looked silly with it so wide and bright. But it was real and she refused to stop smiling no matter what. Jaune must have known she was embarrassed about not pleasuring him properly. And to show her that he loved her despite that, he told her he wanted to make things official.
It was so sweet!
"Way to go, Jaune!" Yang whistled. Her smile turned foxy and she whispered dramatically, "So when are you going to get all hot and bothered with each other, hmm? Come on, don't leave me hanging!"
Now, the smile cracked a little. A painful reminder of the reason why she wanted to keep things unofficial until she could take Jaune's cock. Before she could come up with witty and good response, Jaune came to her rescue.
"Actually, we thought about waiting until after graduation," Jaune smiled. "You know, gotta keep focus on studies and training."
"Yeah," Yang grinned. "You definitely need to focus on those, Vomit Boy."
"Hey!"
As their table returned to the kind and casual exchange of words and jokes, Pyrrha couldn't help but feel content. This was everything she wanted in her life. Friends that looked at her like at any other person. A cute boyfriend that always had her back. And, of course, the peaceful and light student life.
"Ugh, talk about having no shame."
"Gotta agree with you on this one, Weiss," Yang whistled. "Even I am not that bold."
As she caught more and more whispers, Pyrrha turned towards the source of all the confusion. Walking down the mess hall, accompanied by the hordes of lewd and hungry eyes and dirty looks, Emerald wore something that must have been a violation of the dress code. It was not the casual clothes or something particularly wild. It was a Haven Academy school uniform. White shirt. Dark jacket and skirt.
The latter two being three or four sizes too small.
Her jacket couldn't even remotely hide the tight shirt the girl choose to wrap mid-way, exposing her flat stomach. Even less could be said about her skirt, since there was so little of it she might have worn nothing at all. Hell, coming in here with just panties on would at least be ridiculous and cause confusion. But wearing the skirt so short it exposed the girl's thick ass and dark lacy panties? She was definitely showing off.
She saw the boys eat her up with their eyes. Only to get smacked or slapped by their girlfriends. Afraid of the same, she looked back up at her partner. And then sighed in relief.
"Wow, Jaune, what a gentleman you are," Yang snorted as her partner refused to look back from his breakfast. "Keep this one away from the stripper over there, Pyr. Or she might eat him up."
Pyrrha felt the anger flare inside of her. Only to instantly calm down, Jaune was not like the other boys. She knew that now. Whereas the other girls had to keep their lovers on a tight leash, Jaune had her full and absolute trust. Without another word, she brought herself clother and kissed him on the cheek. So embarrassing to do this in public. But she would bare with it because she loved Jaune so much.
So much that she missed her partner's erect cock begging to be released.
BC
"Care to tell my why you dressed like a slut?"
Cinder's icy tone bothered Emerald little. Few things bothered her at all these days. Her mind was too busy with keeping to the plan.
"Just following your instructions, Cinder." At the confused stare, the thief proceeded with the well-rehearsed lie. "Some teams are more secretive than others. They have places where they train in secret outside the school hours. Most of them, though, are getting anxious and frustrated. And horny too. I just decided to make myself look easy enough to lure them to my trap."
"Heh," Mercury chuckled and nudged Neo. "She said 'trap'."
Emerald wondered if the asshole's dad removed his brain along with his legs. That would explain a lot.
"Hmm, not a tactic I would use," Cinder thought. Then smiled. "But if that means increasing our chances at victory, then you are free to do as you wish. Though try to seduce those fools outside the school hours. I had to have a very unpleasant talk with Goodwitch on keeping my team in line and upholding the school prestige. I swear to Gods, that woman needs to get properly laid."
As Cinder began to rant on how she would run a school, Emerald couldn't help but grin at the thought of Jaune fucking Goodwitch. The woman was a real hot piece of ass for her age. And the thought of her future boytoy breaking the other girls down for her was just so hot. All those white bitches would be left to drool and fingerfuck themselves while she rode Jaune like there was no tomorrow. Those bitches, of course, included Cinder, the loyalty to which Emerald was quickly losing.
As she was soon left alone, she started her now normal routine of watching the hardcore porn. Particularly, that of white guys like Jaune finding the pleasure fucking thick ebony beauties like her. And damn, did she enjoy staining her sheets with her juices. Once she was done with the videos though, she decided to make one herself. Tha scrolls were no good, because there was always a chance of that video leaking and getting her in some hot water.
The black market burners though? Those were gold.
Positioning herself in front of the camera, Emerald made sure to go extra hard at it. Her fingers were just a start. Then went the toys. The some tasteful lingerie and finally, the costumes. And throughout it all, she imagined all the possible scenarios in which she would be taken and in which she would take. As her body went through the motions of showing off for the video, Emerald's mind drifted away into the daydreaming world.
BC
"Class, pay attention," Goodbitch stood proud and haughty, despite being dressed like a complete and utter whore. Her chastity belt shone as she turned towards the class,"You will be quizzed on today's lesson next week. So you better now slack off."
The students nodded and watched as Jaune and Emerald made out on her desk. Rough and bestial, those were the only words that came to mind as they watched the resident dork and the exchange student. Many men watched in jealousy, fully aware they would never compare to Jaune. The pale pillow princesses like Weiss and Ruby were left biting their lips and fingering themselves, all too painfully aware they would never be able to handle someone like Jaune.
Only the black queens like Emerald were worthy of getting that cock. And her fellow ebony huntresses would all hunt for a piece of that action.
"As you know, women like me don't deserve something as big and thick as Master Arc's cock," Glynda winced at that, feeling the burning hatred of the fellow white bitches at her. "Which is why we must practice the proper conduct as cuckqueans. Slave Nikos, demonstrate!"
Emerald grinned. And so did Jaune as the girl he once loved crawled onto the stage before the class. A collar and a locked belt her sole pieces of clothing, the girl wasted no time or words and got onto her knees. Emerald stepped aside and allowed the girl to show where she and others belonged.
Using her tits to wipe Jaune's precum. Lubing his cock up with her saliva. Never a proper blowjob, just some licking and drooling. And as she got both of them prepared, she received the only payment a cuckquean like her deserved. A harsh slap across her cheek and across her ass by Emerald and Jaune respectively.
"Now, Slave Nikos forgot that she should have thanked them immediately," Goodbitch admonished. And Emerald knew it was all to gain some extra points with her. Whatever, she would allow the older woman humiliate herself further. "Which is why she will now be allowed to try and cum only every five months instead of the two."
Pyrrha didn't protest. Didn't even seem against it. She had long since accepted her fate.
BC
"Faster, Nikos! Faster!" Emerald yelled as she cheered the girl on. "You do wanna cum, right?"
She did. She wanted it so much. She was screaming and begging for more time. Just five more minutes. Just five fucking more minutes and she would cum! She would cum and fry her brain just a little bit more. Get lost in the haze of the lust and idiocy as she allowed her brain go dead on her. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, she failed and the ringing of the alarm spelled her doom.
"Of, you poor little thing," Emerald grinned down at her. Without mercy, she kicked away the dildos and ripped the vibrators off her cunt. "And I even gave you another five minutes to cum. Such a waste."
She didn't. She never did. But Pyrrha knew better than argue with her. The last time she did, Emerald whipped any revolt out of her and then made her sit and watch as she indulged in everything that was once hers.
"Back into the belt, bitch. Unless we are feeling disobedient."
Emerald watched the girl whimper and pull of her belt. A true wonder of sex toy world. Strong enough to withstand huntresses. And equipped with some nice features like vibration and shocker. Not that Emerald ever allowed the girl to enjoy the former to the full. She would occasionally turn it on at the lowest setting and leave the girl like that for a week or longer.
She wouldn't turn it off until Nikos threw herself at her feet, begging to be allowed to cum.
"Jaune and I are going out to meet with Arslan and Ciel," Emerald informed. "Be sure to have our dinner ready."
And as it always went, Pyrrha would do everything perfectly. Even now, as she went from a respected and famed huntress a pathetic house slave who owned nothing to her name, she had her pride. Even as she willingly signed away everything to Jaune and Emerald, effectively becoming their property, Pyrrha did her best to satisfy her masters. Because, she believed, if she worked hard enough, one day...
One day Jaune would fuck her again.
Even as it was the tenth year he refused to give her any pleasure.
BC
"Mistress Emerald, please me! Breed me next, please!"
""No! No, no, no! Me! I am begging you, me next, please!"
"I was the first! I deserve it above you! Mistress, please, you know I have always been loyal!"
Emerald sipped her wine as she passed a row of bound girls. From Ruby to Cinder, all the girls she knew back from Beacon were here. Tied up in the Schnee Mansion, with the official owner whimpering and whining for Jaune not to leave her. One by one, she got them all under her heel. And now here she was, the former street rat in a mansion with the other girls her slaves.
And Jaune as her Husband and Master.
"Well?" Jaune asked as he hugged her from behind. "Which one gets it next, Em?"
She smiled.
"Me."
The girls cried out in despair.
Most beautiful melody to her ears.
BC
So many fantasies flooded her head, Emerald worked through each and one of them. But no matter the scenario, it all ended the same. Her at the very top of the totem pole. With other ebony huntresses sharing a very prestigious position among Jaune's harem. And the white girls doing whatever they could to earn their favor. It was a very pleasant dream. Perhaps, she would put extra effort and make it into a reality.
As she stopped the camera, she decided. She would work hard on reaching that future.
And it all began with this video.
Three hours worth of her home porn. Three hours of Emerald playing with herself. Three hours of describing all the way she would pleasure him.
Without any doubt or regret, she sent the video to the boy.
And then went back to dreaming some more.
BC
"Oh look at you, Jaune," Pyrrha cooed. "You are so hard!"
It has been three hours since Jaune got that video. The video in which the girl he met in the showers was completely naked. In which she fucked herself with dildos as big as his cock without any tears or pain. The video in which she begged to be fucked by him.
"Do you like my tits around your cock, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked softly. "They are just for you to use and fuck as much as you like. Oooh, I bet you are almost close to cumming! Don't hold back! Give it to me!"
And now all he could think of was plowing that cheeky bitch until she was nice and broken. He would fuck her pussy until no other man could ever fill her like he did. He would violate her ass until she cried and begged him to make her his. He would claim each and every one of her holes and-
"Aaaah!"
Pyrrha cried out in surprise as Jaune released his load. The thick strands of heavy white cream hit her face and her chest. But the genius girl didn't despair or even feel angry. She felt happy! So happy she barely contained a squeal. She did it! She made her boyfriend cum. Sure, with her tits only and it took her a good hour to do so but it was the results that mattered!
She was slowly getting better!
Jaune looked down at the girl, too much in love with her to tell her the truth. How he was driven to orgasm not by her lovely dirty talk or expressions. But the thoughts of fucking the ebony Emerald until she was pregnant with his child. He had no heart to tell her that he could cum just the same by jerking himself off with that video the exchange student sent him.
He didn't have the heart to do anything but lie to her.
"That was incredible, Pyrrha," he patted her head. She leaned into it. "I love you."
"Awww, I love you too!"
He watched Pyrrha go to their dorm's showers. He laid down on his bed and wondered where the hell his life was going. He loved Pyrrha. She was a great friend. Amazing girlfriend too. So why did the sex matter that much? He wasn't one of those assholes who got into relationship just to have sex, right? He wasn't. So why couldn't he be happy with what he had?
His scroll screen flared up.
A new message.
Perhaps he was too confused right now. Too busy and anxious to think the situation through. But whatever the circumstances, as soon as he read the message, he put his clothes on and left the room. As if in a haze, he found himself on the rooftop. The same place where Pyrrha trained him. Where he confessed about his admittance here. Where she confessed his love for him.
Where Emerald was sitting and waiting for him to come.
"Wow, you are fast."
"What do you want?"
The girl seemed taken aback by his cold and rude tone. But she quickly brushed it away and smiled.
"I like this angry face of yours," she said gently as she came dangerously close to him. His eyes fell towards her cleavage. She had no bra. "You should wear it more often. Gets me all wet and hot."
He couldn't push her away. No matter how much his common sense and loyalty screamed at him.
"I asked," he cleared his throat. "What do you want from me?"
"What do I want? Jaune, I think you got it wrong here," she pressed her breasts against him. His hands reached for her barely-covered ass. "It is what you want that brought you here."
She smelled of chocolate. Bitter and sweet. She smelled of dirt and sin, the heavy and addictive smell that invaded his every thought. She smelled of the broken promise and betrayal. The venomous yet sweet lie that risked it all.
"I... I don't think we should do this," he said. He was lying. But as long as he stuck to the lie, he would believe it one day too. "I don't love you. Hell, I don't even know who you are-"
"I am Emerald."
"Not my point," she chuckled. He ignored it. "The point is, I love my girlfriend. I love Pyrrha and I am not going to cheat on her, got it?"
She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Scream at him. Laugh at him. Do something so that he could forget about her and focus on his love for Pyrrha. Something that would take away the choice from him and leave him content.
"Is it cheating though?" Emerald smiled as she removed her jacket. He could have stopped her. Should've done exactly that right then. He couldn't. He didn't want to. "Tell me, Jaune, do you want Pyrrha to be happy?"
Like there was any doubt.
"I do."
"Then have sex with me."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, but it does," she took off her shoes and let them drop. Her knee-high socks fit her legs tightly. Showing off the fat of the thights in all the right places. "Do you honestly believe your relationship can last as it is? That you can just keep lying about how good her tits feel when you want to fuck her ass and cunt till she is filled with your cum? Trust me, Jaune, such noble intentions will only lead to your ruin."
She stepped closer. He stepped back.
She started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Just like there are Alphas and Betas among men, there are Alphas and Betas among us girls. Those who rule. Those who are ruled."
Jaune scoffed.
"Pyrrha could kick half the school's ass with her eyes closed."
"True, but it is not the strength that determines an Alpha. Otherwise, guys like Cardin would be running the world," she smirked. "No. What makes an Alpha is the drive. The desire. And your girlfriend, sadly, lacks it. She is too passive. She allowed her fans and agents control her entire life. And the only thing she could think of doing about it was running away. Like a coward."
Jaune glared at the girl. He refused to listen to someone talk like that about Pyrrha.
"Oh, please, don't be mad at me, I am simply trying to help."
"And how me cheating on Pyrrha will help our relationship?"
"You will be free to wait for het to bloom into a perfect woman for you," Emerald reasoned. "You may not admit it now but you are growing impatient. Frustrated with her failure. It won't be long until jerking off in the shower or getting some mediocre titfuck from her will satisfy you. And do you know what happens then, Jaune?"
She was next to him, her exposed breasts pressed against him softly.
"You will cheat on her anyway. Only unlike me, that woman will brag and lord it over her and you. You will break the poor little Pyrrha's heart. And worst of all, you won't even care about it. You will become just a player who fucks girls and leaves them because you feel like it. A complete and utter asshole."
The vision was so clear now. Jaune hated what he saw in the future. A broken promise and bond. Destroyed relationship.
Loss of trust and faith in each other.
"If you agree to my offer, I will do it all for you, Jaune," Emerald smiled as she planted a kiss on his lips. "This sweet chocolate body will be yours to enjoy. Any hole. Any position, Any sexual fantasy of yours, I will give you everything. And neither Pyrrha nor your teammates and friends will ever know."
"... They won't?"
Emerald smiled.
"Not unless you want to."
Jaune frowned.
"Why me?"
Jaune was suspicious.
"Because you have a huge cock and I want to get fucked by it."
Emerald was blunt.
"So what do you say, Jaune? Deal?"
He was quiet. The good kind of quiet. Emerald smiled as she practically heard his resolve breaking apart in the night air. She was good. She learnt it on the streets. Negotiate not from the position of power. But from the position of a friend. Make them believe you are there to help. Show how much they can benefit from following your lead. And once they see things your way, it will be easy to guide them down a darker and dirtier path.
"... Deal," Jaune whispered. "But I will choose when and where it happens."
Cute, Emerald thought, he thought he had control.
"Very well," she gave a dramatic bow. "So? Wanna get a taste right now?"
He wanted to. She could see it.
"I should get back to Pyrrha."
"Go then," she waved a hand. "Be sure to kiss her for me."
As just like that, the next step of her plan was accomplished.
She couldn't wait to go even further.
BC
"Hey, Jaune, Pyrrha here," the soft voice of his partner, recorded in the message, spoke shyly. "A-Anyway, just calling to see where you went. Text me back as soon as you can."
Emerald moaned in his ear as he kept thrusting in and out of the girl. For the first time since he started the relationship with Pyrrha, he had the chance to go all out. No whimpering or crying. No biting lips or begging to stop. He was free. Free to indulge in the lust he held back all this time.
"Keep going, Jaune!" Emerald hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Keep fucking me while your girlfriend is looking for you! Oh yeah, just like that, fuck me up!"
He groaned and grunted. He obeyed and fucked her. Without restraint, enjoying the feeling of her fat ass in his hands. He squeezed her cheeks and spread them further. His fingers dug into her asshole and spread it as well. The girl yelped and Jaune shut her up with a kiss. She fought against it briefly before melting into the hot embrace. No thoughts. No doubts. Just instincts.
He could feel his cock twitch and spasm.
"On your knees."
She hopped off and kneeled. Hands behind her hand, mouth spread wide open, Emerald was the picture of a perfect slut.
He never saw anything as gorgeous.
With a loud grunt, he came. A stream of white semen shot into her mouth. The girl didn't gag or choke. She took it all with a smile. As the last bit of his load splashed against her face, Emerald smiled at him. Opening her mouth, she gave him a show of her tongue sloshing around in the bath of semen. Winking at him, she swallowed it all down in one go.
"Does Pyrrha love your cum?"
"She says she does," Jaune said honestly. "But she never really swallows it properly."
Emerald smiled.
Ths plan was coming along greatly.
BC
"Jaune, look!" Pyrrha smiled at her boyfriend, showing off her new swimsuit. "My mom sent me this adorable little thing! Do you wanna go to the swimming pool this weekend?"
"You dirty fucking slut!"
"Oh yeah... I am a dirty fucking bitch," Emerald smiled as Jaune gave her ass another slap. "You need to punish me or I will never learn better."
He was happy to give her a rough spanking. And wasn't it just unfortunate that Pyrrha fell asleep. Nora and Ren would stay there and make sure nobody took advantage of the sleeping girl. Emerald snorted at the thought. Not that anyone would find the plain white one-piece suit she wore anywhere near sexy enough. Not some random guy. And not Jaune when he saw her.
Emerald was proud of how easily she got him to follow her. With trashy slutty leopard pattern two-piece suit that barely covered her nipples and pussy, she could practically feel Jaune fuck her with his eyes.
"S-Someone might come and find us here," she whispered.
"Do you actually care about being seen?"
She smiled. He knew her so well already.
"You know that I don't."
With her Semblance, even if someone managed to get in this private room, they would never see them. Not that Jaune cared as he plowed her ass. It felt painful. Burning and addictive, the rough assfucking he gave her more than made up for him ignoring her during classes and in the hall. She could Nikos smirk at that slightly. Pfff, the stupid bitch was so confident her boyfriend was above being influenced by her looks.
So much that she missed the way he always smelled like her.
The bitter chocolate and the lie.
As he finished inside her, Emerald swooned. She liked feeling his cum inside her. It only added to the feeling of superiority she was slowly getting addicted to. The feeling she experienced every time she saw Nikos living a happy little vanilla fantasy of hers.
Eventually, Jaune went back to his friends. And Emerald saved another video of her getting fucked by Jaune.
BC
"The Vytal Tournament is starting right after the dance, Emerald. Have you got all the information on our competition?"
"Yup, filed and organized. Just like you like it."
"Excellent. You are not very talkative today, are you?"
Emerald bit back the moan and doubled her focus. Stupid Jaune. Fucking God. She loved him.
As Cinder read through the files, she was completely unaware that she was talking to mere illusion of Emerald. While the real deal was getting fucked atop the girl's bed. As the raven-haired leader went on and on how the other teams would fall and Haven would stand supreme, Jaune chuckled. It was an ugly twisted sound that got Emerald's cunt tighter and hotter.
"This Arc boy doesn't seem like much. Why pay so much attention to him in your files?"
As the fake Emerald gave the well-rehearsed answer, the real one struggled with keeping up her Semblance as Jaune doubled the strength snd the speed with which he was fucking her. Whenever Cinder turned away. her mirage would waver and distort. She opened her mouth, ready to cry out only for Jaune shove his fingers inside.
She tasted her own pussy and ass.
She was getting drunk on the taste.
"Anyway, you should focus on your training," Cinder smiled and left. "Make sure to stay in shape."
The door closed.
Emerald came with a cry.
Jaune didn't stop.
Her plan worked well. Too well, one might say. She knew how conditioning worked. And she was betting on it. With Pyrrha and his friends, Jaune would be a perfect little knight. With her, he could be the beast she knew he was hiding. And damn did it work.
"No time to relax, bitch," Jaune slapped his still erect cock across her face. "Time to continue your training."
If this kept up... It would not be her who stayed in power. As she sucked the boy off, a new thought entered her fragile lustful mind. As he played with her breasts and ass, the thought grew, As he fucked her cunt and ass, the thought grew stronger and more persistent.
As he came inside her, her mind was made up.
BC
"Woooohooooo, let's get drunk, everyone!"
"There is no alcohol! And get down from the table, Yang!"
The Vytal Festival was the tradition to celebrate the unity of four Kingdoms. But for the students here today, it was the perfect opportunity to break away from the routine of their studies and get one last breath of fresh and free air before they would start fighting in one of the most important fights of their lives. The prestige of their schools. Their reputation as future protectors of the humanity. And their personal pride as warriors. It all would rest on the way they performed.
But that was the talk for tomorrow. The worries for the day that had yet to come.
Tonight, they were here to celebrate like the young people they were.
Some drank. Some danced. Some simply had the time of theit life. And one young Champion couldn't be happier with the way her life turned out. A year ago, the tought of being somewhere where she could just be herself seemed like a dream. And now that dream was a reality. Her dream come true. Friends. Boyfriend. And a happy life.
"You were amazing, Jaune."
"Thanks, Pyrrha, you two."
She giggled like a little girl when Jaune gave her a kiss. And to think that she thought their relationship was in trouble. Silly her. Worrying over nothing. She was so lucky to have found Jaune. And tonight, she planned to show him he was right to stay with her. She would make sure he could never forget their night together. Once the dance was over, she would bring him to a special hotel room she found and paid for and then- Oooh, the things that they would do together!
Better move 'cause we've arrived
Lookin' sexy, lookin' fly
The sudden shift from the soft and slow dancing music took the whole room by the surprise, The surprise that was quickly followed up and overwhelmed by the arrival of the the girl Pyrrha has been seeing an awful lot of lately. Dressed in tight white dress that showed off her wide hips and fat ass, the girl walked with the confidence of the lioness. She cared little for whistles or stares. For envious and angry looks thrown her way. All she cared was getting to wherever she heading.
Pyrrha didn't realize until it was too late that she was coming for them.
Jaune stepped forward, his gaze hard.
"Something I may help you with, Emerald?"
He sounded so cool, Pyrrha thought. Oblivious to the way Emerald licked her lips.
"Just stand back and watch the show, stud."
Pyrrha practically frothed at her mouth as the girl kissed her boyfriend on the lips. She wanted to do something. Say something. But instead she found herself held in place by something truly ominous. She didn't dare make a scene. And so she was forced to watch.
The crowd formed around them, the alcohol and hormones running high. The beatiful black girl shaking her hips and ass in the center of it made them cheer and cry in approval. As if they were caught in some trance, the couple of cut her and the rest of the group away and pushed Jaune inside onto the single chair. Emerald looked her in the eyes and smirked.
Shaking her hips, the girl made a show of using the movement to ride her dress up until her juicy black ass was exposed for everyone to see. Ruby and Weiss covered their eyes. Yang ran off to get the teacher. Ren and Nora were comforting her. But those were the only people who appeared to be bothered by it. Instead, all the rest were practically infected with the lust.
As they watched the girl swing her ass round and round before throwing it up and down, the boys and girls around her started making out. Like the patient zero of some mysterious plague, Emerald's shaking ass and swinging hips spread lust and madness through the crowd. From then on, the foreplay was over and the girl began twerking for real.
Emerald didn't waste any time moving slow or making any more show of what she wanted. She wanted to shake her fat black ass, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Her cheeks began to clap against one another in a hypnotic rhythm, as her hips swung from side to side heavily. It was now apparent that she was not wearing any bra since the entire room could see her full tits wobble she leaned down further.
Like a little cum-hungry bimbo, Emerald straightened up suddenly as she ran her hands along the taunting countours of her body. A show for all to see, but only one man to truly enjoy. She was showing off what it would feel like to be so near her. To touch her. to handler her body so intimately.
Her booty conitnued to clap, ass cheeks rippling against each other. Soon, her bright green thong was lost within the mounds of her ass as trhe girl continued gyrating it like it had a life of its own. As the rap music banged on through the entire dance hall, all eyes were glued to the sight of Emerald twerking her fat ass right in front of him, smacking her cheeks from side to side to the rhythm of the music.
Growing cocky, she started grinding her ass on his crotch. The vibrations sent by the two fine pieces of meat smacking against him soon got the desired result. Emerald grinned, enjoying the feeling of a hot hard cock between her cheeks.
Reaching behind, Emerald made sure to give her ass a good smack. The smack that sent ripples visible through her thin dress. The smack loud enough to shake the numb and silent redhead out of stupor. Pyrrha saw red, her very being aflame. She hated this feeling. She hated the pleasant flame in her loins even more.
"GET OFF MY BOYFRIEND, YOU BITCH!"
The crowd fell silent and the music came to an abrupt stop as Pyrrha Nikos - the model student pushed the girl off and away before pulling the blonde out of the chair. She didn't blame Jaune. Her poor boyfriend must have been scared and confused so much he couldn't move. She glared at Emerald, forgetting all about appearances and hissed, "You better hope we don't fight in the matches, Sustrai."
And with that, Pyrrha dragged Jaune away. Away from crowd of horny assholes. Away from a thieving bitch. There was still time. Still enough time to make the evening theirs. Pyrrha smiled as Jaune gave her a kiss. She was looking forward to having him all to herself.
BC
"I can't believe that bitch did all of this."
"There, there, Pyr, it's alright," Jaune said soothingly. His hand brushing her hair, he did his best to make her feel better. "Honestly though, that came out of nowhere. I hope she gets her just punishment. Maybe Goodwitch will make even smack her around with her crop."
Pyrrha giggled, "Knowing the way she is, she might actually enjoy it."
"And then twerk in front of Goodwitch?"
"I would be fine with it."
As long as the girl stayed away from her knight, Pyrrha didn't care if Emerald started a freaking brothel.
"Hey, Jaune?"
"Yes, Pyrrha?"
"I... I, uh... Oh, fuck it," she latched onto his lips. A soft and warm feeling filling her very being. "I want us to go all the way tonight. I want to claim you as mine. And hope you will do the same for me."
He smiled and returned her kiss.
"Let's do this."
Under the moonlight, the two undressed each other. As their hands worked on removing the layers of clothing, their mouths were busy exploring each other. Pyrrha knew she smelled of roses and apples. Jaune's smell surprised her. He always smelled like cotton candy and fresh morning air. But as she bit gently into his neck, she caught the smell of something else entirely.
The smell of dark and bitter chocolate.
"Pyrrha, is everything alright?"
The girl shook her head. What was she thinking about anyway? Of course, he smelled like Emerald. The nasty little whore tainted him with her smell. No problem, she thought. She would simply have sex with him until he smelled of her and only her.
"Everything is perfect, Jaune."
She pushed the boy onto the back and took the position, ready to mount his amazing cock.
"Time for you to have sex with a real woman!"
Jaune grunted underneath her as her trained cunt swallowed him whole. A far cry from the ways things used to be. A hopeful song of their future love. She rode him with all her might, gyrating her ass on the top of him. Feeling every single inch of his cock fill her up. He was so huge and hard but she would bare it all for him. As she felt him thust up and into her pussy, Pyrrha couldn't help but smile all the more.
It was finally perfect.
As the things should have been.
"I bet Emerald would never be able to take your cock, Jaune."
"She could never compare."
"You are mine, Jaune! I am so happy!
The air was filled with love and passion.
With the sounds of grunts and moans.
With the smell of bitter chocolate and sweet little lies.
BC
"Jaune, fuck me from behind!" Pyrrha cried out feverishly. "I want you take me like a filthy little bitch I am!"
Emerald rolled her eyes and stuck the automatic dildo inside the stupid little cunt. The redhead swooned and moaned and panted like a bitch in heat. Though the way she acted, Emerald doubted if it was an insult to the girl or actual mongrels. The dildo the girl lost her virginity to wasn't even half the size of Jaune's cock but Nikos was far too stupid and arrogant to figure that out.
Welp, whatever worked for her.
"You are a real bitch."
"Which is why you love me."
Emerald smirked as there was no protest from Jaune. Out in the public, he would always be the same awkward wide-eyed naive idiot. But here? With her and her alone, he was someone else. A man she molded into the ultimate specimen of her tastes. Cunning enough to follow her plays. Strong enough to handle her and her sex drive. Vicious enough to make her submit to him.
And completely and hopelessly addicted to her dark fuckmeat.
Emerald gave Pyrrha another look. The girl was under heavy illusion this time. A technique of sorts Emerald developed for some deeper hypnosis. And as long as Emerald desired it, Nikos would only see, hear, smell and feel what she wanted. She was lucky Emerald was in a good mood. Like a dumb monkey, the girl was humping a fucking pillow fully confident she was getting a dicking from her beloved blonde. All the while the real deal was playing around with her ass like his favorite toy.
"Heh, okay then. Guess I should pay you back for the shit you pulled at the dance," Jaune said unzipping his pants. His thick foot-long cock fell out of its confines in all its girthy glory. "Don't expect me to go easy on you, Emerald."
Holy shit... He's even bigger than usual...! She thought her heart race a bit. The beating of her heart was nothing compared to the throbbing of her hungry cunt as she stared at the underside of his monster cock. They had fucked so much over the past few weeks but his cock looked as big, as thick and as threatening as if it would after years of neglect. Silently, Emerald promised herself that she would do her best to drain those balls and claim that cock as hers.
"Aaaah!" Nikos cried out, to Emerald's annoyance. "I am cumming, Jaune! I am cumming!"
She watched the champion of Mistral shake her hips as her pussy started squirting all over the floor. Emerald turned her nose away in digust. With a quick application of her Semblance, she pulled out a ball-gag and stuck it in the girl's mouth. As far as Nikos knew, Jaune found it in one of the drawers and used it add some spice. Nikos, like a dumb cunt she was, eagerly accepted it all.
"Now that the pest is dealt with, are you ready for a real woman to serve you?"
Jaune didn't move or say anything. Everything the girl needed was in his eyes. The command. The order. Impress him. Earn her right to be his. She gave Nikos one last look. The pathetic girl was whimpering and getting fucked by a dildo. She looked so pitiful.
Emerald loved it.
And she would make sure Jaune kept her by his side so that she could watch even more of such pathetic side of the Invincible Girl.
Falling to her knees, the girl cralwed up to him. Her dress was long discarded and now she was free to sway her hips for his pleasure. Quickly adjusting herself before him, with her palms straight on the ground and her pussy rubbing against the floor, Emerald placed her head spread her mouth wide open with lust-filled eyes. A game, she could remember, where she had to get him hard with nothing more than a glance.
As she found his previously flaccid cock press against her cheek, Emerald scored her first victory tonight. She silently asked for permission. With ass wagging and her eyes wanting, she was whimpering like a little slut. He rolled his eyes but gave his permission. Without further play, Emerald latched onto his bulging head. Sucking the tip of his cock into her gullet, she savored the bitter and salty taste of sweat and pre-cum.
Jaune groaned softly feeling the ebony beauty's hot wet mouth swallow up the head of his cock. She was sucking him off, slurping and smacking as if she was enjoying the sweetest candy her tongue ever tasted. Eager to please and desperate to be of use, he could feel her hunger for more grow. Not that he would grant it until he wanted to. Something changed in him. Changed for the better. And whatever it was, he now wished to see how far Emerald could go before giving her anything at all.
Closing her eyes, Emerald doubled her efforts on giving her man the best blowjob she could give. Having lived on the streets, she saw her fair share of whores give the men a sloppy blowjob. The hours she had spent watching all sorts of porn would also show their results now. Done with the generic stuff, she went for her some hardcore stuff.
With a cheeky glint in her eyes, the girl squeezed her lips tight around his thick head. Having it trapped with no means for escape, Emerald started bobbing her head up and down the thick girthy shaft. A small faint gasp from the blonde was all the encouragement she needed to continue on. Pushing her throat to the limits, she was slowly working it across the length of his cock. Slurping all throughout it, she felt on shame in letting the dirty cocktail of her saliva and his precum mix and drool down her mouth.
It didn't take long for her to adjust to the feeling in her throat. Even less to quicken the pace and give her man what he definitely desired. Under Jaune's grunts, her head was now bobbing up and down the full length of his monster cock. Her lips, still as tight as before, were sucking him without mercy. Emerald felt the pride swell inside her chest as Jaune started patting her like a good little bitch she was.
"Mmm~" She slurped loudly. Shamelessly as she enjoyed pushing her face into his crotch. The feeling of his full length taking all the place inside her throat was more intoxicating than any drink she ever had. "Mmm!"
She could feel it! As she quickened her pace, her heart started beating in tune. She could feel him get closer and closer to orgasm. She didn't dare stop. Didn't even think of slowing down. She wanted his cum. She wanted it! She needed it! She craved it like nothing ever before. Emerald slurped and sucked loudly and tirelessly, her tongue hungrily dragging its way all over his cock in a desperate attempt to get as much taste of him manmeat.
It tastes so good ... More... Please, Gods, above, let me taste more ...I...I want to suck him my whole life...
Fuck Cinder and her plans. Fuck Pyrrha and his friends. Fuck whatever else life would throw at her. As long as she could service Jaune for the rest of his life, she would be perfectl content with whatever came after them.
As Nikos continued to moan and rolled her tongue around, Emerald couldn't help but enjoy the feeling more. Nikos seemed to be giving a blowjob to the phantom cock. And while she was sucking and smacking on thin air, Emerald was getting all the cockmeat and cream a bitch like her needed. The melody of sucking and moaning and grunting filled the room. She looked up at Jaune, drinking in his pleased expression. Her work. This was all her work and she couldn't have anything better than his cruel smile.
"Time for your reward, Emerald. Make sure not to waste a single drop!" Jaune hissed and she braced herself. Roughly grabbing her hair, Jaune pushed his whole length inside her throat. He eyes and throat bulged out, her cunt going out of control from all the pressure. And just as Jaune released sick loads of his potent semen down her throat, the thief came all over the floor like a complete degenerate. "Someone has to clean it all up."
Emerald smirked and changed the illusion for Nikos again. She removed her ballgag and stared at the puddle of Emerald's pussy juices, "Oh, look at the wine you spilled, Jaune," the girl giggled and crawled over to the spot with a sweet little smile. "Just let me clean this up for you."
Emerald and Jaune watched Pyrrha lap up the girl's pussy juices and comment on how much she liked this wine. Emerald thought it was hilarious, briefly wondering if she would enjoy her piss as well. Jaune found it hot, evident from his quickly returning erection. Emerald growled, feeling that even when Nikos was nothing but a dumb bitch she was somehow stealing the attention away from her.
Well, that was about to change.
Making Nikos go sit in the corner and masturbate, Emerald walked over the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned away from Jaune and shook her thick fat ass in front him. She didn't care what she looked like. How little respect or pride was in her humiliating submissive posture. All that she cared about was getting that thick cock inside her.
"Haaah... Jaune? Please, Jaune?" She whimpered, letting go of any restraints. She felt his hand rubbing up against her exposed cunt. They had fucked so many times before. But she always had some semblance of control. But not anymore. And never from now. With him, she would always be at the mercy of his temper and will. She was almost ready to cum from such thoughts. "Please, I wanna make you feel good! Let me service you with my needy tight holes!
A smack across her ass made her cry out in surprise. A second one - from climaxing all over again. He continued to rain down smacks across her sensitive chocolate ass until it was more burning bright red.
The girl whimpered and panted, not quite used to this rough treatment but no less welcoming of it. As long as it came from him, she would happily bear all of it.
"Spread your ass, Emerald," Jaune hissed into her ear. She nodded and eagerly did just that, exposing her tight hole for him to see. "I must say, you taught me a lot about myself. How much I enjoy being in control. How easy it is to like something even when you know it is wrong. Tell me, Emerald, did you imagine things would be like that between us when you approached me?"
Never in her life.
"N-No, Jaune," she whimpered, embarrassed to tell him what she thought. What she expected. He already knew why she was spying on them. But she never told him what she expected from their relationship. "I thought I would be able to keep you as my personal boytoy. Fuck you when I want. How I want. Make you into my own source of stress relief."
"And now?"
"I-I know better than that," Cinder was wrong about so many things. But she did get one thing right about Emerald. She was not cut out to be the top dog. "I know that you will handle a harem better. Y- I would be happy if you let me work as your second-in-command. I would be so happy to teach the other black girls I know how great you are."
Arslan from team ABRN, The uptight cunt Ciel from Atlas. She would be so happy to get them and more as her slut sisters for Jaune.
"And white girls?" Jaune asked as he squeezed her ass tight. "What about girls like Pyrrha?"
"T-They could never satisfy you, Jaune," Emerald spoke from the heart. Seriously, who could fuck that monster cock of his like her and other ebony beauties? Not the jailbait Ruby. Or that heiress bitch Schnee. Perhaps the fat-assed Vakyrie could do something but the rest? None of them had the hips, asses or tits to compare to girls like Emerald. "So please, let me help you see just how much better the girls like me are compared to some vanilla shit these girls would give you."
He was silent.
"P-Pleas-AaaaH!" she felt his strong hands grab at her waist. His thick tip resting against her tight little asshole. She grinned at him, "So, you finally gonna give in and give me some good time, right? Go right ahead, I know you want to, Jaune. Fuck me up! Fuck my ass until I can no longer be satisfied by anyone else!"
Eyeing up her delicious black ass, Jaune chuckled. No need for him to be told twice, he rubbed Misty's pussy and ass with two thick fingers. Slowly, he pushed them inside and got all her wet and ready. Not thatr it required much time or effort from him at this point. Emerald was really strong. But she was also sneaky and would likely try and manipualte him if he left her enough of willpower to do so. Her mind was definitely not as good or solid right now as it was when they met. The girl was on the verge of breaking apart into a bunch of instincts.
It was only natural that he pushed her towards it.
"Don't cry for mercy later than, you slut," He muttered, his cocktip invading her puckered asshole without much argument. Emerald hasn't been a virgin even when she met Jaune. But those were small one-time nights and with how big and thick Jaune was... Well, she might as well have been a complete and total virgin.
Emerald slapped the bed, letting out a low loud moan. As if she was being ripped apart in the most pleasant of ways, she bit into the sheets and cried, "FuuuUUUcucking shiiiiiiit! Yes, yes, yes, YEEEEEEEES! You are ripping my ass apart! Please, don't stahp!"
She could feel her Aura fizzle and crack from the pain. Oh, once it was out, how much more painful and pleasurable it would get. The mere thought was enough to drive her even wilder. Jaune grinned as he continued to spread her ass open inch by inch. To his growing surprise, Emerald was taking it all with the same kind of love as before. Even when he was not nearly as big or ferocious as he was right now.
"Fuck, your cock is fucking best, Jaune!" she cried out deliriously. "Oh, Gods, I can feel your cock in my guts! You are so deep in my ass I can feel it in my guts!" Emerald was positively babbling now. Her words a barely coherent mess of expletives and curses. Her mind a wild hive of every single dirty thing a girl knew. His cock went deep and hard, pressing down on her innards to the point she was cumming from a simple act of breathing. That's how powerful he was. How much power he held over her. "Please, make me cuuuuuuuum!"
Jaune thrusted inside her one more time, the pressure from her ass and guts so strong and overwhelming it reached even further inside. Right towards her womb. And as Jaune continued to fuck her ass with his full length, Emerald felt like he was pounding her pussy at the same time. Her world was falling apart. Her loyalties and goals crushed into dust, all she cared for was getting Jaune to fuck her even harder. Even faster.
With a wet sticky sound, Jaune pulled out. Leaving her so hollow she couldn't bear a single moment of it. What was wrong? Was it something she did? She would make up for it if only he let her.
"You are a good bitch, Emerald."
Her heart swooned at the praise.
"Now I want you to do something for me. Do it and I will cum inside your pussy and make you my top bitch."
Anything. She ready to do anything.
"Just tell me what you want."
Jaune grinned.
"Help me tie Pyrrha up."
Emerald was quiet, taken aback by the odd request. But as she met Jaune's eyes, she realized instantly what he wanted. And just like the opportunistic sadist she was, Emerald jumped at the chance to get the girl she wanted to hurt for so long.
BC
Pyrrha was at the top of her world. Hours and hours of sex with Jaune were the kind of heaven she never imagined possible or wanted. But now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit of his body, she would never tire of the taste. His strong arms and gentle touch were all the Pyrrha needed to be happy. The whole world might have pushed her to be perfect, but as long as Jaune stayed by her side, she would happily fight through everything.
"Jeez, Pyrrha, go easy on that toy," the familiar - an unpleasantly so - voice spoke candidly. "Talk about going wild."
"Emerald," Pyrrha hissed as she covered herself with the sheet. How did she get in without her noticing? Little matter. "Leave before I make you. You know I can do that."
"Can you now though?" Emerald smiled. The kind of smile that you wore when you knew of yours victory. When you were sure of it. "Tied up like that?"
What was she talking about? Pyrrha had no time for this. Jaune was sound asleep and she refused to let him be woken up by the likes of Emerald. She moved to get up. her feet never touched the ground though. In panic, she looked at Emerald. The green-haired girl gasped in false shock, "Sorry, Nikos, I forgot something. Here, let me help you."
With the sweet smile and hungry eyes, Emerald pulled off some kind of seal from Pyrrha's wrist. The same place where she touched her during the dance. The effects of the seal being removed didn't wait for long. As if she was woken up from a dream, the world around her changed. She was no longer in warm and soft bed. Instead he was on the cold floor, her arms tied behind her back. Her legs spread apart and duck-taped. The hotel room was the same but the feeling about it was all wrong.
And then there was the smell.
The smell of bitter chocolate.
"Emerald, you bitch, what have you done?" Pyrrha raged. "Where is Jaune? If you hurt him, I swear to Gods, I will-"
"Why not let him speak for himself?"
It was only now that Pyrrha noticed that Jaune was in the same room. But something was off about him. There was no more of that bubbly puppy feeling about him. Instead he looked like a wolf. And he was hungry.
"Hey Pyrrha. Glad to have you back with us."
"Jaune..." she whispered, not at all liking how casual the blonde was with being naked. Or Emerald rubbing herself against his leg. "What is going on?"
"A confession," Jaune smiled softly as she walked up to her. His cock, erect and imposing, stood even bigger than she remembered. "The last night was Emerald's illusion. She made you think you were fucking me the entire time. In reality, while you were busy with this plastic toy," he picked up the dildo that absolutely reeked of her juices. "I was busy fucking Emerald into submission."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... This couldn't be true. It must have been some nightmare. A cruel prank her imagination was playing on her. She would have shut her ears but her arms were bound. And so she listened on as Jaune spoke further.
"I have been having sex with Emerald ever since we became official. I tried to ignore her. Tried to focus on what happiness we had outside the bed, but I wasn't able to do it foreve, Pyrrha. Then Emerald came along and offered to be my stress relief until you learned how to handle my cock. Until you became strong enough for me to actually fuck."
Pyrrha was openly crying at this point. It was all wrong. All of this was so messed up.
"But that day never came. Even know, if I tried to have sex with you, I doubt you would be able to handle my full length for even a few minutes before passing out," Pyrrha sobbed as she felt how worthless she was. It hurt even more as Jaune sounded absolutely disappointed in her. "Despite all of this, I still love you more than anyone else in the whole world. I want to be with you, Pyrrha. One day, I wish to marry you too."
He was cheating on her. Making a fool out of her all this time. So why was she feeling so happy about his words? Why did she feel the damn hope he would keep his word?
Why did she feel so hot?
"I was tired of living a lie. Lying to you. To our friends. To myself," Jaune brought Emerald up from her knees. "Now is the time to be honest with myself."
He gave her a kiss. The kind of kiss even her wildest fantasies didn't see. There was nothing princely or romantic about it. It was wild and savage, full of nothing but sheer mating desire. Pyrrha could have had it for herself. Would have if only she were a better woman. But she was not and now she was watching a better woman - Emerald - take her beloved away.
Why did she feel so hot?
"He loves ebony girls like me, Nikos. With our wide hips, thick thighs and juicy asses, we are the only ones who can actually handle studs like Jaune," turning the girl around, Jaune lifted her off the ground. Emerald looked positively giddy as Jaune impaled the girl on his cock. The guttural bestial cry the thief let out sent shiver down Pyrrha's spine. Why did she feel so damn hot? As Jaune began to fuck her pussy, she looked her straight in the eye, "This is what real sex is like, Nikos! This is the kind of raw fucking you should have given him! Maybe then he would never leave you for me!"
Would she ever be able to handle it?
Pyrrha doubted it.
Emerald was screaming, crying in gibberish. Fuck her up. Impregnate her. Make her cunt his personal cum tank. The flood of obscene phrases filled the room and Pyrrha watched in awe as Emerald was actually enjoying having her pussy stuffed full of all that cockmeat. Her loins burned with want. Her mouth ran dry with need. She wanted it. She couldn't have it.
All she could do was watch.
"Oh yes! Oh, fuck! Gods above, fucking hell!" Emerald cursed as she looke down at Pyrrha. "Get used to the view, Nikos! I am not letting you have anything but his scraps!"
Jaune placed her down. On all fours, staring Pyrrha straight in the face, Emerald looked like she was some otherwordly being. Panting and grunting, Jaune's enormous cock plowing her from behind, the girl cupped Pyrrha's face and smiled at her. A cruel twisted smile.
"He still loves you. You still have his heart," she hissed. It was clear she hated to say that. "But his mind and body? They are all mine now. Nghh!"
Jaune gave her a harsh slap across her ass. So hard her Aura flared up.
"You can run, Nikos. Leave the two of us alone. Leave him for me to conquer his heart. I am sure you will find yourself a nice pencil-dick who will be happy with your being easy to please," Emerald spoke sweetly, even as venom dripped off of every word. "Or you can stay with us. Fight me for him. Try and get on my level. But I promise you, if you do that, I will not let you go easily."
Pyrrha whimpered. She was stronger than Emerald so why was she shaking so much?
And feeling so hot from the thought of losing to her?
"Aaaah!" Emerald cried out as Jaune pumped one final load inside her. Getting on her feet, Emerald proudly showed off the thick semen oozing out of her fucked-up cunt. "See this? This is what I earned. And this," she pointed at Pyrrha's throbbing swollen cunt. "is what you earned. So what shall it be, Pyrrha? Will you stand and fight for Jaune? Or would you rather give him up here and now?"
"N-Never!"
She refused to give up.
"Whatever you've got, bring it on!" Pyrrha glared. "I will make myself worthy of Jaune's cock. And then you will never get fucked by him again."
Emerald chuckled. Jaune did as well. Pyrrha's heart sank, her bravado now having a hole in it.
"Very well, Pyrrha. That's one of the reasons I love you so much," Jaune gave her a soft kiss. She leaned into it, grasping on the feeling like a life jacket. "But until you are actually able to handle me, you are going to be our cuckquean."
C-Cuckquean? What was that?
"W-What will I be?"
"Cuckquean," Emerald spelled out as if Pyrrha was an idiot. "A beta bitch. A denial slut. A no-touch no-fuck servant that I get to order around. Here, let me demonstrate t you!"
With a sick grin, Emerald pulled on Pyrrha's nipples. Giving her no time to recover from the shock, Emerald gave her a couple of slaps across her face before finally pushing her onto her back. With a laugh, the thief stepped on Pyrrha's swollen red cunt and pressed.
"Stop! Please, it hurts!"
"Exactly," Emerald smiled. "And physical pain is only a part of it. You will serve us, Nikos. Whatever I say, you will do. If I tell you walk through Beacon naked, you will do that. If I tell you to eat only whatever I give you, you will do that. No matter how humiliating and degrading it is, you will do what I say. And you will keep doing it until Jaune promotes you from a Cuckquean Cunt to his Bitch. Unless you want to back off now and stop bothering us."
The picture was grim, Pyrrha trembled. Having Emerald given so much power was terrfiying.
But she was Pyrrha Nikos. And she didn't give up.
"I will do it," she hung her head in shame. "And when Jaune and I are married, I will keep you as a dog, Emerald."
Emerald chuckled.
"Sure thing, Nikos. Give it your best shot." she pressed herself against Jaune. Wiping some of his semen from her pussy, Emerald smeared it all over Pyrrha's face. "Until then, enjoy the show. And your snack too."
Tied up and unable to move, Pyrrha was forced to watch the love of her life fuck the thief she considered a nuisance at best. And like an obedient cuck, Pyrrha ept the small bit of cum in her mouth. Enjoying whatever pleasure the small portion of it gave her.
Jaune held the two of them close as Emerald sucked him off. Pyrrha watched closely as the girl swallowed down his whole length. Jaune threw the two of them onto the bed, first her then Emerald on the top of hers. Pyrrha whimpered and sobbed as she felt Jaune fuck Emerald in her ass and pussy, She felt the pain doubly since she could tell just how intense it was. How much she wanted it to be her who was getting fucked.
Come the morning, Pyrrha paid for the room and walked beside the two. They went back to the dorm and Emerald gave Pyrrha another humiliating gift. Her own thong, drenched in Jaune's cum. The sight of it made her happy though and Pyrrha humbly accepted the gift. That night was the last night she could pleasure herself. And so she did.
With Emerald's thong held between her teeth, the leftover semen in her mouth, Pyrrrha was masturbating. Drowning in her lustful fantasies, the girl imagined where her life would go now. She imagined so many different scenarios. So many ways she would find her way back into Jaune's heart and embrace.
But no matter how much she thought of the future, it all remained the same. She would always be the pathetic whimpering cuckquean who begged and pissed herself for her betters' amusement. And Emerald would always be the harsh and cruel Mistress that Pyrrha depended on to get any semblance of pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
She came, shamelessly staining her cold sheets. Where was Jaune, she wondered briefly. Her scroll screen flared up. A picture of Emerald gorging herself on Jaune's cock. Her loins burned again. The fantasy changed in her head. Now she was kneeling beside the two. Panting and begging for a drop of Jaune's cum. She was not given any. Not directly at leasy. Like a good little doggy, she lapped up whatever fell on the carpet.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Pyrrha came again.
The fantasy shifted. They were getting married but Pyrrha was still locked in a chastity belt after all these years. And once they came to their room, she would be allowed to hump the pillow while Jaune and Emerald enjoyed their night.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Pyrrha came again.
The fantasy shifted once more. She was Pyrrha Arc. A wife, a mother and a slave. Her daughter never knew she was her real mother. In her eyes, Pyrrha Nikos was just the maid of daddy and mommy, Jaune and Emerald. Her being impregnated by Jaune was her anniversary gift. She wondered if she could beg herself another one this year. Maybe if she acted like a really good dog, Emerald would give it to her.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Pyrrha came again.
And again and again and again. Thousands of fantasies. All with the same outcome.
But one that, with each orgasm, Pyrrha was slowly coming to accept as her fate.
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Holding Back
Chapter Two (3/4)
/== Chapter List ===/
“It was my suggestion to see Doctor Oobleck, as neither of us had ever seen a style like that.”
“I see. Very poor performance for a trainer to not clue into a pupil's weakness, wouldn't you say so?”
“I was distracted. His transcripts, his struggling... I wanted to help. I was helping.”
“I can tell you were distracted. I see it in your eyes when you look at my son.” Mrs Arc commented with a smirk as Pyrrha suddenly started to blush, “I do not approve of how you went about this scheme of yours, but I understand, and I would like to thank you for looking out for my baby. But you will make reparations.”
“Reparations?” the pair of young women asked in unison.
“Yes. When his sister Saphron arrives, you will assist her in testing Jaune. I will inform her of your involvement.” Mrs Arc's eyes narrowed. “You WILL test him. If I hear you are holding back... I will be greatly disappointed. Understood?”
“Yes.” they again replied at the same time.
“I will also want to speak with this Doctor Oobleck. One of you can give him my contact information, after you get it from Jaune.” Mother Arc's eyes softened, “Now I have been very rude. My name is Jasmine Arc. Pleasure to meet two of Jaune's friends.”
“Yang Xiao Long.” Yang spoke up, giving a weak smile, while still digesting what she has been told.
“Pyrrha Nikos.” Pyrrha offered, again adding a smile and a small wave.
“Pleasure to meet you both.” Jasmine's eyes hardened again, “Now if you have no other questions or objections, I believe we have an agreement. Correct?”
“Yes.” they answered.
“Good.” Jasmine's eyes once again soften. “Thank you both for looking out for my son. I mean that, from the bottom of my heart.” Yang and Pyrrha felt a little relived to hear that coming from a woman they ranked up there equal to Professor Goodwitch, in regard to pure intimidation. “Now, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with my son, alone.”
The pair of young woman nodded and rose. Letting Jaune back into the room, they waved and walked out. Letting Jaune have the room. As the door closed behind him, Yang titled her head towards RWBY's dorm, and Pyrrha nodded. As soon as they stepped through the door, chaos engulfed them.
/=/
The cafeteria was oddly quiet when Jaune entered flanked by his team. After grabbing some breakfast, they moved, taking their customary seats with RWBY. No one said anything, as they all ate. Last night, Yang and Pyrrha had let the rest of their group know about the challenge. Nora instantly speaking up and suggesting that she take Jaune's place. It was Weiss, using her scroll to check the Beacon Student Handbook, informed them that was not an option. She asked if he was going to use the apology clause, and like Ruby, was shocked to hear that Jaune was going to fight. The piece of news caused the group to quickly devolve into confused questions about Jaune's decision; and angry comments aimed at Cardin.
A message from Jaune to Pyrrha gave the all clear for JNPR to return to their dorm. Once RWBY was alone, silence took over. Each holding on to their varying thoughts about the situation. But one thought was the same throughout all of them. After the challenge was complete, they would all make an example out of Cardin. It was time to push back against the thug of a huntsman; and if his team moved to aid him... they would also be taught a lesson. Aside from Yang and Pyrrha, the rest were positive Jaune was going to get hurt. Which was something none wanted to see.
So breakfast was a solemn affair. Each member of JNPR and RWBY keeping to their own thoughts. Combat Class was slated for the last period of the day. Which meant, to them all, that they had hours to go. Hours to stew in their feelings of concern and worry. They all regarded Jaune in their own unique ways; and wondered what he was feeling and thinking. Jaune looked too calm for what was hanging over his head. Jaune for his part was thinking over the upcoming match. Planning it out. Considering the moves, he would need to use to counter Cardin's defence and brute like style. His armour was going to be an issue. He knew he was going to have to fight barefoot, and in a pair of shorts, or a pair of night pants. He was annoyed with himself for not bringing his proper gear.
His mother had instructed him during their private conversation to not hold back. To go full out, but tempered, controlled and after reviewing the challenge clauses he found that he would be the one to determine the conditions that would decide the winner. He had already made his choice. Jaune was going to dismiss the Tournament rules, that everyone would assume he would use. If Cardin wanted a fight, Jaune would give him one. Jaune was going to show his bully, and the rest of class, what a real fight was like. Cardin of course would jump at the chance to really hurt him, that was a given. So Jaune was going to give him the chance. No Holds Barred. Knock Out Only. It is the only way to finally put Cardin in his place; and to prove to the rest of the first year class that Jaune wasn't as helpless as they thought.
#holding back#rwby#shadow skill - anime#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#yang xiao long#saphron cotta arc#jaune's got skills
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Rin has always taken care of Nora, no matter what she had to do, she would make sure they both got by. That had included letting strangers fuck her in whatever town they happened to be in at the time. So now, when Nora has broken an entire wall, Rin had to work for Junior, by servicing his high paying clients. That was how Rin found herself being fucked by Roman Torchwick over and over, while his assistant looked on and touched herself.
"Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhh!" Rin cried out as she griped the pillow behind her tightly, her legs were folded back and ass was in the air as Roman was pounding her ass piledriver style. "S-So deep!~" She moans as Roman laughs.
"Fuck your not bad for a Huntress in training!~" Roman laughs as he thrusts faster, enticing a louder moan from Rin. He was going soon at this rate, her moan and how tight her ass was nearly pushing Roman to the edge but it wasn't anything he could handle.. "What do you think, Neo?~"
Rin turns her head as she notices a small woman with pink and brown hair smirking at her while playing with her pussy, she gives Roman a thumbs up as slips two fingers inside and Lena's back in the chair enjoying herself.
[Few hours later...]
Roman groans as he pounds this cute girl tight ass some more, they had switched positions from Piledriver to Missionary to Spooning and etc. He felt her cum again as she usually gets tighter when she cums. "All right slut here I cum!!" Ran hilts himself deep in Rin's ass and cums hard to sound of Rin cries of pleasure.
'S-So much...Cum…No more...' Rin thought as she felt thick ropes of hot cum filling her ass up and overflowing. She looks over to Neo and sees her cleaning her fingers with that same smirk on her face.
Roman pulls out and then up his pants and gives Rin a wave and chuckle. "Thank for sex, Babe.~ Neo, come along when you're finished. You have ten minutes left since that's all the time after paying for 3 hours.~" He leaves the room as Neo gets up.
Rin hears footsteps then feels a pair of soft hands grab her ass then feels Neo's tongue rimming her asshole before slipping inside. Rin let out a low blissful moan as Neo was eating her ass and taking her time too. "Please take as much time as you need.~"
Neo smirks as would have to come back for some more fun later but right now she was gonna have a bit fun with Rin.~
-Mod Tenshi~
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The Softest Fire (Part 9)
Prompt: Rosaline Vaughan had it all: fame, money, power, glory, a high status job. Until, one day, she woke up, and realized something was missing from her life.
Word Count: 1612
Warnings: dealing with animals(??), manipulation, angst
Notes: First Fantastic Beast fic! I could NOT have done this at all without @arrow-guy. They have created a counterpart to this fic, writing it from Nora Vaughan’s perspective (Rosaline’s cousin/adopted sister). Fic aesthetic done by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo.
I awoke in a dark room, not by lack of light, but by the deep blacks and greens all over the sitting area. I was laid in a chaise lounge, with Gellert across from me in a chair. He was leaned back, watching me, observing me. Other than feeling groggy, I felt perfectly fine, relaxed even.
“She’s awake,” Queenie’s voice suddenly sounded in the room.
“Tell me about her,” he demanded in a smooth voice, positioning himself closer to me.
“She possesses great power… and she knows this…”
“How great?” he asked.
“Seems like she’s got something close to one Albus Dumbledore… You know him?”
He seemed to stiffen at the name. “Yes, I do. Go on, what else?”
“She’s got a broken heart,” Queenie explained, sounding a little perplexed.
At this, Gellert raised his eyebrows. “Oh, she does, does she? Who? Why? What happened?”
As Queenie dug, she gasped after a moment. I suppose I should’ve felt exposed, vulnerable, violated… But laying there, I felt as if I’d woken up from the most refreshing slumber I’d ever had.
“Newt Scamander… He loves my sister… Rosaline told him and he didn’t say anything in return. So she’s heartbroken that he loves someone else.”
“Ah, unrequited love… It truly does hurt, doesn’t it?” he asked as he got up and took a place by my feet on the lounge.
“She feels like a last resort…. Like she’s never good enough,” Queenie added. The truth of her words made my heart sting, even through the euphoria.
Gellert looked to Queenie, then nodded, as if to dismiss her.
“Darling, I would very much like it if you joined me.”
I smiled up at him. “Absolutely. Anything you need,” I uttered without hesitation or defiance.
“That is exactly what I like to hear. Now, we need you to use some of that Ministry and politician charm. Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?” he asked before picking up my hand and kissing it.
“I’ll do anything you ask.”
Gellert looked to Queenie. “So obedient she is. I love it.”
Queenie nodded once, seeming to agree with Gellert.
“Come, my dove, we must dress you more appropriately, to reflect that you’re sharing my views now.”
“Whatever you think is best.”
“That’s my girl,” he boasted happily before leaning down to steal a kiss.
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“How is this?” Vinda asked, Gellert’s seeming right hand woman. She had brought me into one of the bedrooms, letting me try on an outfit of hers. She was full figured, not a twig by any means, and gorgeous. She had this stunning, soft beauty about her that even I envied.
“I think I like it,” I stated, looking at my reflection in the mirror. She let me have a long black skirt with a thick black shiny belt, topping it off with a coat that served as both my shirt and jacket. The jacket was velvet, black, empowering. I rather liked the sleek, long lines it gave my form. I was always fond of long styled garments, wearing calf length coats. This was floor length, not my usual style, yet it was absolutely flattering.
“Good. I believe I am to take you shopping tomorrow,” she informed with a sweet smile.
“Thank you,” I softly said.
“My pleasure. Grindelwald would like to speak to you now,” she explained and I nodded.
She led me through the home and we ended up in a small sitting room near the kitchen. As soon as she got me situated across from him, she left, closing the door behind her. We were alone, for the first time since I’d met him.
“Rosaline,” he began, staring at me with eyes in awe.
“Gellert,” I greeted.
“I would like to share with you my vision,” he continued, rubbing his hands slightly as they sat on the table, his gaze dropping down.
“Please,” I urged gently.
“It is my belief that many of the wizarding community think I hate the non-magical.”
“You don’t?” I wondered, recalling such thoughts myself.
He shook his head, making a face of slight disappointment. “No, no. No I simply want the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy abolished. That’s all. I don’t want to hurt the non-magical. I only want us to be free. For us to love freely, show our magic freely… Is that so wrong?”
I bobbed my head side to side. “No, I don’t think so.”
A side smile crept up on his face. “That’s good. I’m glad. Would you help me in this endeavor?”
“What would you need me to do?” I wondered, curious.
“Do you still have your connections at the Ministry?”
“Absolutely.”
“I may need you to get inside the heads of a few important people there. Help to spread our message, get the word out. Make people understand that they have my ideas all wrong. Do you think you could do that?”
A quick grin spread on my face. “Yes!”
“Delightful. I will give you the names of the people I would like you to sway. Meet with them how you please, but do it quickly. Time is of the essence.”
I nodded. “Yes. I understand. But… if these people you seek refuse to listen, shall I kill them?”
He seemed to choke on air before shaking his head. “No, no. There is no point for violence, sweetheart. No. If they do not listen, perhaps an Imperius curse?”
“Easy enough.”
“Glad you think so.”
“Anything else?”
“Would you care to join me for dinner? I’d very much like to discuss something else with you.”
“I’d be honored.”
He stood, kissing the top of my head. “It’s a date then. I will see you tonight, seven o’clock, here. Vinda will give you the names, make quick work, Rosaline. I’m counting on you.”
“I won’t let you down, Gellert.”
He smiled at me, his hand on the door as it opened. “I know you won’t. That’s why I chose you.”
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We were now at Nurmengard Castle, with myself and Gellert in the library. I believe he was studying spells while I was going over potions. He sat across the table from me in the expansive room, kept warm by a roaring fire, staring at me.
“Something on your mind, Gellert?” I questioned with a coy smile, not raising my eyes from the book.
He shifted in his seat, leaning forward. “I must confess, I find myself puzzled by you. Your past. How you came to be who you are.”
I lowered my book and looked up at him. “What would you like to know?”
“Everything, I suppose. What makes you… you. You’re peculiar.”
“How so?”
“I can’t put my finger on it, but I do know I’d like to know more about you.”
I nodded. “Very well. I was orphaned at age four, taken in by my aunt and uncle, raised with my cousin Nora. She and I became close. I went to Hogwarts, became Head Girl, graduated top of my class, and went into the Ministry.” I laughed lightly. “I’m not exactly fascinating. Why do you want to know all this?”
“Because you’re very different from anyone I’ve met and I’d like to know why you are the way you are.” He frowned at me for a moment. “Why aren’t you married? Someone as stunning, bright, and successful as you surely had many suitors. “
Again, a gentle chuckle came out me. “Well to be quite frank, in school, I only wanted to focus on school. I just wanted to be the best witch I could be. Then I graduated and my job became my priority, thankfully, because it gained me a spot to be the next Minister.”
“And you didn’t go through with that? You had started your campaign, but you stopped -- why?”
I shrugged slightly. “I just… I wasn’t making a difference in the world, not really. I was capturing people who had done something wrong, but I didn’t really know their story. I didn’t get a chance to be a judge, just a person to help take the person to their sentencing. I just wanted to feel passionate and feel involved.”
“Is that when you sought out the Scamander boy?”
I shook my head. “No, actually, I was looking for any sort of fulfilling work, Newt just happened to be looking for an assistant.”
An eyebrow perched up. “I don’t see you being an assistant to someone like him. You’re far above him. Did you like the work?”
“I did,” I nodded. “Working with those creatures was so inspiring. I think in a way, they humbled me, a little.”
“A woman like you, of your talent should never be humbled, or anyone’s assistant.”
I blushed, looking down for a moment. “Thank you, Gellert. That’s kind of you.”
“Do you miss your cousin, your family?”
I frowned, thinking for a moment. That was an odd question to me, for some reason. “I...I don’t think so. No. I have you.” I looked up at him with renewed sparkle in my eyes.
He smiled fondly. “That’s good to hear. And Newt? I know you had feelings for him. Do you miss him?”
I shook my head, squaring my shoulders as my chin jutted towards the ceiling. “No. He’s in love with a witch from America and clearly I wasn’t good enough for him, so he’s not good enough for me.”
“Wise woman,” he commended with a coy side grin. “I really do admire that about you.”
“Thank you. Did I answer your questions?” I asked, hopeful that I satisfied all his curiosities.
“Yes, you did. Go back to your reading, my love.”
I smiled and did as he told.
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WITH THE TAIL BETWEEN HER LEGS ep. 1-2: Ladybug
(A RWBY fanfic for big league perverts)
(AND FUTANARI FETISHISTS)
Blake Belladona was rushing in her motorcycle down the street, her punctuality was an important deal to her, and she was not gonna risk it because her boss is a bitch. Her old friends from Beacon were gathering for Yang's B-day in her favorite bar, and she had to be there for her partner's party. The black cat crossed the streets as if they were her own, ignoring the cars in her sides and dodging any traffic lights and officer she could, trying to waste the less time she could to get to the place of the party, and after 20 minutes of races, she stopped at the parking lot of a western themed place.
As she turned off the black sport bike, she got off her famous ass, and walked to the gatekeeper, pulling a yellow card with a flaming heart as it's logo from a little white purse. "Xiao Long invited me" said Blake at the same time she showed the card to the 6'11" monster blocking the access. "Huh?, Oh so you are the one who was missing, kitty?" answered the man after opening the door and crossing her name from that night's guest list. "Thanks Bruno, I'll bring you some cake later" replied the Belladona, as she passed the door and squeezed in the crowd. The cat eared lady was waved from a private table in the second floor, almost isolated from the noise of the dance floor and the counter. Jaune opened the chain to the stairway and thanked Blake for coming: "Thanks Monty you're here! Yang and Nora has been making me drink all this time, and I don't think I could have any more whisky without vomiting" said the blondie at the same time he went up to the stairs.
"Kitty cat!" Yelled Yang, as she hugged both of her friends, "You and I need to empty another bottle of scotch, Arc… And you Bellabooty: You are gonna show me how good you look on the dance floor or I'm gonna get mad for coming late" claimed Yang as she pulled them towards the private lounge tugging from their coats. As the bottles ran empty and the hours passed the group of eight reduced at each of them went drunk or home. First Jaune and Pyrrha, later Weiss, and lastly Ren carrying a heavily drunk Nora. When the clock reached the 2AM. Blake called a Taxi for Yang and Ruby who were almost too drunk to protest against the measure.
As she helped the staff clean the mess of 5 hours of Nora and Yang she passed to the couch were a drunk Ruby was cuddling.
[Turning_Point]
For the cat, The silver eyed girl was a perfect prey: her mini skirt, loosened because the hours of dancing revealed a tight red thong with black details. Her feet, usually covered by stockings and boots were naked now, trying to rest from the painful heels which the redhead never used. Her gentle chest, even if never as big as her sister's was tightly wrapped in a white corset, pushing her breasts up, and making them look seductive for the black cat. Blake unable to restrain herself, kissed the cheek of Ruby, making the drunk but sleep redhead wake up and hug Blake "Blake? Give me a kiss, please?" Asked the naive Ruby tugging from the coat's flaps the black haired woman and making her fall over her. "Jeez, Ruby, you look insatiable" said Blake before coiling her tongue with Ruby's in the bold style of the Belladona: bravely, passionately, and with a string joining the pair's mouths after they finished. Doing so, revealed a tightness inside Blake's shorts, a tightness never supposed to rise with a friend she never thought she would lay her hands off.
Regretting what she did, Blake ran to the bathrooms and shutted herself inside the toilets.
Blake ripped off her bursting white shorts and threw them in the floor, showing a throbbing dick who was demanding for attention. Attention only Blake could give with her right hand while thinking of the pink lips of the redhead: first spitting on the head of his cock, following by gentle strokes with her hand, distributing the spit of hers and Ruby around all the length of the shaft. The head, feeling the movements of her hand, answered the letting with shivers of pleasure in her hips, and releasing also wet fluids from her pussy dripping in her thighs. With every stroke, the girl pant and shivered, slowly raising the speed until she wanked her meat with mad speed, as she edged in the verge of climax, she heard a worrying call from outside her door: *Knock**Knock**Knock* "Blake? Are you ok?" asked Ruby, making the Cat Futanari drip a drop of her white cream over the sink. Without a warning, the redhead, entered the bathroom with fizzing eyes and barefooted, only to watch the throbbing dick of what she thought was her old classmate...
[End of chapter 1]
Before the surprised girl, could scream in fear, Blake kissed her again, with more time, with less love,but for time and technique enough to compensate for the rude act. "It is not what you think Ruby, I was… always like this, it's just that I forgot to behave myself, and your lips were just too much for me to handle and…" tried to apologize the cat eared futa, only to make Ruby interrupt her with another kiss and a gentle stroke around her breasts: "I'm not scared of you, I was only surprised of your… 'size' " said the redhead as she changed her hands from the cat's breasts to her throbbing rod. "I caused this to you?" asked the naive girl towards Blake as she held with both hands the still boiling meat of her. Blake nodded at the same time she bit her fingers, trying to hold her load time enough to either die of embarrassment or calm her male instincts.
"Then, I should take responsibility for my own mess" replied Ruby as she got on her knees, kissed the crown of Blake's dick and started licking the head of it, making circles around the glans as she looked straight to the eyes of her partner's pain filled face. Then she opened her hot mouth and shoved the dick in front of her to the back of her throat, making the knees of the Cat weak, and getting the cock even deeper inside the redhead's mouth.
"Don't worry *hic* Blakey! I will relieve you of this in ten moves or less!" condemned Ruby to Blake as she pulled out her head and slapped her meat in her blushed cheek:
She ran her tongue from the top of Blake's pussy lips to the back of her cock's head.
"Ruby!..
She licked the neglected dick cheese, running the same tongue that tasted her pussy juice inside the corners of her glans and urethra.
...please...
As she returned the scout to her mouth she gently kiss the urethra of the Futanari.
...this is no good...
Opening slowly, she gave the catgirl's dick a small taste, slurping the head of her 8 inches long cock. Ruining the redhead's pink gloss lipstick and smearing it over her shaft as she closed again.
...Oh Gods!...
Repeating the motion, Ruby shoved again the giant thing inside her cheeks, trying to suppress any instincts that said her to bite it, making it go half the way inside until the petite girl gagged the meat rod once more.
...I...hate...yo…
Blake answered the harassment, grabbing the head of her former captain and sticking her boiling meat again against the will of the redhead, smearing the thing inside the mouth as the girl dripped spit and precum from her lips to her chest
...C-cu-Cumming!"
Blake's cock hardened itself inside the mouth of Ruby, opening the flow of hard boiling white fluid inside the throat of the girl, stiffening her legs as Ruby grabbed the Belladona's ass and pulled it towards her face; preventing the retreat of her coward friend as she swallowed anything the cat spitted at her. As the climaxed cat panted in pleasure, Ruby stood up and walked with an arrogant smirk towards the toilet stall. The redhead entered and started stripping her lower half, showing her fit rear as she put her hands in the top of the toilet and opened her legs."Nine moves Blake, you need to make the 10th" challenged Ruby.
Blake loosened up her legs, recovering from the climax she just released, falling to her knees, and drooling on the floor. Her chest beat at 100 MPH, her lust was winning over her common sense, her dick over brain, and of course her own body heat over the clothes. She took off her white coat, pulled her violet scarf and tore her black blouse, leaving only the black torn stockings she had under the white shorts. Only after that, she stood up again and ran towards the horny redhead.
Belladona stood over Rose, kissing her at the same time she untied her white corset, her new erection throbbed against the inner lips of her leader, trying to enter as it pushed forward without any success. Ruby, without breaking her standing doggy style pose, answered Blake's kiss, coiling her tongue with hers and pushing her hips with her own and making her rod slip down instead of sliding inside. When Blake finally took the white thing out of Ruby, she pinched the redhead's nipples, "Brats like you deserve punishment, Ruby" said the catgirl answering the girl's challenge as she broke the kiss, and locked her arms behind her back.
Ruby, without notice felt her little pussy being forced open by the head of the Belladona's cock, swallowing in intoxicating pleasure every inch of the shaft and releasing love juice in gratefulness, as the cat pulled back her cock, charging another ram at the back of her redhead partner's cervix, and slamming her meat against it. For over 15 minutes, Blake repeated the motion until a yellowish liquid started dripping from Ruby's thigh, exposing the pleasured status of her former leader, making her smirk and replying "thank the gods we were here in the bathrooms instead of my bed, I would have spanked your cheeky ass red as your cape, if you had soiled them" taunted the Bellabooty as she stroked the redhead's clit with one hand and carressed her throat with the other.
"That doesn't need to stop you" replied Ruby, at the same time she slammed her butt with Blake's hips, accelerating the rhythm to the pace of each slap, and as promised by the Belladona It wasn't until her ass was red as roses and the pace was enough for the two of them, that the Belladona stopped, hugging the redhead's waist as she poured her cream in the deepest of Ruby's womb. Ruby's legs trembled in extasis, as the white fluid invaded her deepest corners, and fell apart when the meat rod left her hot vagina, making the excess fluid drip into the bathrooms' floor.
Blake left the petite girl panting, almost knocked out by the orgasm, whispering in her ear "I'll go out and get your sister a taxi, wait here and we will continue this at my place, ok?"
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(since I haven’t spoken about the Fallout Duo yet I figured I’d do them...)
Layer 01: The Outside
Name: Nathaniel Wells (goes by ‘Nate’).
Eye Color: dark brown.
Hair Style/Color: warm black, kept short pre-war due to profession and personal preference; lets it grow longer after leaving the vault. same applies to facial hair.
Height: 6′1″
Clothing Style: dressed relatively smartly pre-war, wears whatever he can get his hands on nowadays (mainly scavenged armor or leathers suitable for mercenary work).
Best Physical Feature: his smile.
Layer 02: The Inside
Fears: losing Nora (after they’ve reunited), mirelurks, the glowing sea.
Guilty Pleasures: fancy lad snack cakes, getting on Mag’s nerves, watching the sun rise.
Biggest Pet-peeves: getting stuck training new Operators recruits (thanks, William), dealing with raiders all damn day.
Ambitions For The Future: survive, try to rebuild what they’ve lost, putting an end to the Institute’s bullshit.
Layer 03: Thoughts
First Thought Waking Up: *sigh* another day...
What They Think About Most: how things were before the war, what he’s lost... mostly he stews over what happened to Nora and Shaun; getting knocked out by Kellogg's bullet and frozen for another sixty years left him with a lot of gaps in that particular memory..
What They Think About Right Before Bed: what bullshit am I going to have to deal with tomorrow?
What They Think Their Good Quality Is: his loyalty.
Layer 04: Either Or
Single or Group Dates: while group dates were fun before the war, as he and Nora got more serious they both preferred just simply being with each other.
To Be Loved or Respected: respected.
Beauty or Brains: brains; kind of the difference between life or death now...
Dogs or Cats: dogs.
Layer 05: Do They...
Lie: he tries not to; he’s never been a convincing liar.
Believe In Themselves: he has moments of doubt and insecurities, but mercifully most got left behind when the bombs fell. combat is what he’s good at, what he’s used to, so those intrusive thoughts are easier to ignore these days.
Believe In Love: 100%, he tried to play it cool at first, but the moment he met Nora? he knew.
Want Someone: no one could replace Nora in his eyes.
Layer 06: Have They...
Been On Stage: yes; he reluctantly got roped into giving a lot of recruitment speeches when in the military.
Done Drugs: recreationally? never. he’ll even avoid using Med-X wherever possible.
Changed Who They Were To Fit In: before the bombs fell he’d always been quietly confident in himself and who he was, never really feeling the need to put up a facade or fake a personality to get by. post-war? he definitely ups the bravado to fit in with the others at Nuka World.
Layer 07: What’s Their...
Favorite Color: green (totally not because Nora first hit on him saying his uniform brought out his eyes).
Favorite Animal: dogs.
Favorite Book: Moby Dick.
Favorite Game: baseball (you would not believe how happy it made him that Fenway survived all-out nuclear war).
Layer 08: Age
Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: march 30.
How Old Will They Be: 239...
Layer 09: I...
I Love: my wife, my son, my family.
I Feel: apprehensive about the future; things can’t really get any worse, but will they ever get better?
I Hide: how lost I feel in this new world sometimes.
I Miss: my wife, my family, how easy things were before the war... and baseball.
I Wish: something good comes of all this.
Layer 01: The Outside
Name: Nora Wells.
Eye Color: dark brown.
Hair Style/Color: dark brown, usually meticulously styled. she still attempts to style it post-war, shortage of hairspray be damned.
Height: 5′4″
Clothing Style: like Nate, dressed smartly pre-war, favoring trouser suits to skirts. wears whatever she can get her hands on after leaving the vault, though she is still drawn to pre-war aesthetics.
Best Physical Feature: her eyes.
Layer 02: The Inside
Fears: not being able to find Shaun, losing Nate again (post-reunion), letting Preston and the Minutemen down.
Guilty Pleasures: hoarding any and all red lipstick she comes across, nuka cola, talking about the good ol’ days with Nick
Biggest Pet-peeves: Travis talking over songs on the radio, no bubble baths, getting stuck in rad storms.
Ambitions For The Future: find Shaun, stop the Institute, make the commonwealth a better place for settlers.
Layer 03: Thoughts
First Thought Waking Up: sanctuary really needs better mattresses...
What They Think About Most: how she’s going to find Shaun, how much she misses Nate and... before.
What They Think About Right Before Bed: wonder what’s gonna break tomorrow... please don’t let it be the water pump again.
What They Think Their Good Quality Is: her wit.
Layer 04: Either Or
Single or Group Dates: her and Nate had plenty of mutual friends who they loved going out with, but those times where it was just the two of them? those were her favourites.
To Be Loved or Respected: respected.
Beauty or Brains: she’s always believed in a healthy mix of the two.
Dogs or Cats: dogs [Dogmeat loved that]
Layer 05: Do They...
Lie: she has a way with words, so if a little white lie is going to help their cause or keep someone safe? she has no objection to it.
Believe In Themselves: Nora seems like a confident person, always has, but inside? she has a lot of doubts, doubly so after the war. she has more people relying on her now than ever before, so she often agonizes over whether she’s doing enough.
Believe In Love: of course. her and Nate were insufferable saps before the war and nothing could ever weaken that bond, not even death.
Want Someone: romantically? no. she wants her family back.
Layer 06: Have They...
Been On Stage: while she hasn’t been on stage outside of presentations and graduations, Nora treated the courtroom like a stage and boy, could she perform...
Done Drugs: she once tried Mentats while studying for high school exams with a friend. they really weren’t worth the yelling she received from her mother afterwards.
Changed Who They Were To Fit In: she did feel pressures to fit in throughout her youth, whether with friends or at school, and while she never intentionally set out to do so, she did change aspects of her personality depending on who she was with. thankfully no one really cares about appearances these days.
Layer 07: What’s Their
Favorite Color: red (and yes, she does need a lipstick in every shade).
Favorite Animal: foxes.
Favorite Book: The Maltese Falcon.
Favorite Game: blackjack (baseball is a close second).
Layer 08: Age
Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: june 3.
How Old Will They Be: 237. cryogenic stasis does wonders for anti-aging.
Layer 09: I...
I Love: my husband, my son, my family, Dogmeat.
I Feel: out of my depth, worried I’ll never get Shaun back.
I Hide: how lonely I feel.
I Miss: Nate, my family, hot running water.
I Wish: we can change the commonwealth for the better, and put an end to the institutes reign of terror.
#....I started writing this out three hours ago whoops#sorry to my dog who has been waiting for a walk since then#oc: nathaniel 'nate' wells#oc: nora wells#x: we'll meet again#Fallout#Fallout 4#oc stuff#tag game
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