#freezerburn smut

[rwbyremnants]

WARNING: Strap-on sex. Dirty talk turns a little dark.

Okay, back on track! Or trying. Going to rev up and get the rest of this one posted, so I can finally move along to some of my other projects. Thanks for hanging in there - not too many more chapters now!

=Chapter 54

After giving her a few minutes to herself, Blake and Weiss checked on Nebula to make sure she was alright. The girl acted a bit surly and annoyed, but mostly was very quiet. When they petted over her hair and soothed her enough, her anger and annoyance seemed to fade, even if she was no more chatty than before. She flashed them a weak, uncomfortable smile before rejoining the dance.

Which didn’t continue much longer. Homecoming was over, and the teachers began to gently encourage the students to make their way home. Weiss said goodnight to everyone before hopping onto Yang’s bike to head for home.

Except that wasn’t where they were going.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as she drove out of town. “This isn’t- are you kidnapping me again? Gosh!”

“Just be patient,” Yang laughed over her shoulder as their hair flapped on the breeze. By now, the delicate arrangement Weiss had put hers into was unravelling into a mess, but she was alright with it; the pictures had all been taken, dances done. Definitely time to let their hair down.

Her surprise was more like realization when they pulled up in front of a motel. It wasn’t a ritzy place from downtown, but it wasn’t the grody fleabag motels on the very outskirts of Vale, either; that made sense of their long drive. These were probably more affordable because they weren’t close to the city. Yang wasn’t exactly wealthy and probably had to borrow the money for this from Kali or someone.

“You really think I’m so easy,” she muttered with a small smile.

“You are. My Easy Peasy Princess.” Slipping an arm around her waist, she began to guide her toward the rooms along the side. “I already checked in earlier and set everything up; man, did I burn a lot of gas for this, but I think it’s gonna be worth it.”

The hotel room was about what Weiss expected. Because she expected magic from Yang; underestimating her was always a mistake. Rose petals were scattered across the bedsheets. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice - and Weiss had no idea how she had arranged for that to be ready, or how she could get it sent there despite their still being school-aged. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe… she didn’t want to break this beautiful spell.

Hands came up to peel the leather jacket from around her shoulders. “Is… it okay?”

“Okay? Yang, it’s wonderful!” She turned to grasp her by the lapels of her own jacket, dragging her down for a huge kiss, which was returned warmly. “Golly, how long have you been scheming to do this?”

“A week or two,” she admitted shyly, grinning from ear to ear. Weiss had to kiss her again. “Hey, hey, there’s plenty to go around, Schnee. Pace yourself.” Then she began to shrug out of her jacket as she went to lock the door. “So I checked in on Nebula for you.”

As she picked up a rose petal, twirling it in her fingers, she asked, “Yeah? She really wanted to talk to you after what we pulled?”

“Nah. Just snooped around while the whole group of ‘em were standing by the punch bowl. Pretty shaken up and wasn’t saying much, and they were all trying to crack her like a walnut; no dice. So I think you and Blake are probably right, that she’s gonna fall on our side of the fence.”

“Oh. Well that's… good. Isn't it?”

After stepping out of her heels, Yang walked over to slide her arms around her girl. Her homecoming date. “Yeah. Blake mentioned you were kind of feeling weird about it.”

“A little. Like, I know we told her so many times she could stop us, asked her if she liked what we were doing, but… I still couldn't help remembering that fear I felt when Blake and the others were doing it to me. So I guess I felt guilty.”

“Hey, that's a good thing.” When Weiss looked over her shoulder at her in surprise, Yang offered her a soft chuckle. “Feeling guilty, worrying that you might go to far… keeps your actions and your motives in check. Your conscience, right? Jiminy Cricket. The little voice that helps you remember to do the right thing. And you always do, Weiss.”

Her eyes looks down at the bed covered in rose petals. “Then why do I feel like some kind of tramp for kissing at least three girls tonight? It should just be you.”

“Maybe, in some fairytale romance. But this ain't a fairytale. And I promise you, I don't mind sharing you as long as I get the biggest slice of this calico to myself.” She kissed the side of her head.

“Mmmhh…” Yang let her go and reached for the champagne. “You're so good to me. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

Violet eyes crackled with precocious interest as she popped the cork; Weiss jumped a little, prompting her to grin wider as she poured it into a couple of flutes. “Pretty damn lucky, yeah. You got me. And tonight, I'm going to make you feel like more than a princess, Princess. You'll feel like a queen.”

“Oh, you silly brute, I already do.” They raised glasses and clinked. “To a perfect homecoming.”

“And a perfect after-homecoming. Cheers.”

After taking their sips and laughing at how the bubbles tickled their noses, they set the flutes aside and Yang produced a couple of turkey clubs she had dropped off along with the bubbly. Weiss’s face was all smiles as they nibbled and chatted, filling in little gaps in what each other had missed during the evening. She felt so strange, sitting side-saddle on a bed of rose petals with a sandwich in one hand and champagne in the other, wearing an elegant white dress, talking to one of the leaders of a biker gang.

Her life was bizarre. And she loved it that way.

“You really saw this? Not just imagined it?”

“Nope,” Yang laughed as they finished off the last sips. They were a little goofy but not too bad; it was only one bottle. Weiss had a sneaking suspicion Yang could have scored them plenty of her mother’s liquor, but the idea had been to celebrate, not get completely soused.

“Blushing? Like really blushing, red in the cheeks?”

As Yang nodded, she adjusted her position so that her legs were out to one side instead of crossed, as they had been for the last few minutes. “I think Ilia’s gonna have her wrapped around her finger by the end of the week. Not like she’s really trying to, but I could see it happening.”

“I’ve been hoping,” she gushed with a big grin. “Can’t believe it worked! After she got so snippy - well, she was right to be snippy, I made her so embarrassed by bringing it up in front of Blake - I really thought she was done with both of us. But now, everything’s coming up roses!”

“You’re so cute.”

“Huh? Oh, I am not.” When Yang set aside her glass and crawled toward Weiss, she bit her lip shyly. “Nnn…”

Stopping just so their noses were touching, she pecked her lips. “Hi.”

“G-good evening.”

“I have another surprise for you.” When Weiss only raised her eyebrows, she took her flute and set it next to the other one, then turned back, cheeks warm and her entire demeanor nervous. Yang, nervous? “It’s… okay, I had this whole big production in mind a week ago to show it off, but now I don’t think I should do it that way. Because of… things.”

“Yang, I don’t know what we’re talking about,” she laughed. “What is it?”

But Yang certainly didn’t seem mollified by her attitude. So she reached into the small suitcase standing by the sink and brought out a little cloth sack, ferrying it back to the bed.

“It can go right back away, Weiss. No big deal. But I thought… well, something special, if you wanted to try it. I guess. I dunno.”

Why was she so nervous? It was beginning to spread; Weiss found herself worried about whatever was in that bag without any real reason to be. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. You’re just pulling my leg.”

“It’s not bad. But I’m… well, it’s here if you want it.”

“Oh, for goodness sake!” she snapped, snatching up the bag and yanking out-

What was it? At first, the bewildered Princess thought she was looking at some kind of rubber banana. It was pinkish with a wide base - which kept it from sliding entirely through a metal ring. Around that ring were tied some fabric straps, connected to each other through a couple of buckles. Her head cocked to one side as she held it up by the straps, watching it swing from side to side.

“Okay… I give up,” she finally muttered. “What is this thing?”

“Well…” Clearing her throat, she reached over and guided Weiss’s hands down until the wide base of the rubber banana was resting in Weiss’s lap. And that made it very clear:

It wasn’t a banana.

“OH! Oh, it’s- wait, how would you…” Then her cheeks filled with redness. “Oh.”

Grimacing, Yang said, “I wanted this for tonight. But after what we talked about, during the game? Maybe it was a dumb idea. Never want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.”

Normally, Weiss would already have been reassuring Yang about the matter of her recent trauma. But she was a little distracted. This was a penis. Not a real one, it was made of rubber and looked a little silly, but now there was no mistaking the shape. How could she have missed that when she first took a gander? And it wasn’t exactly small; not that she was some kind of connoisseur who knew the difference, but considering where Yang intended this to go…

“S-so… you want to put this…” She picked up the straps, loosely wrapping them around her own waist. “And th-then when you’re wearing it, this would go…” One index fingertip landed on the tip of the phallus itself. “Wowie ZOWIE.”

“Like I said,” Yang hurried to assure her, looking for all the world like she was about to run from the room in a panic, “w-we don’t have to do anything. But I already bought it before… well, before. So I figured, hey, might as well show it to you, and let you… let you decide… for… yoursel-”

“Yang,” she told her firmly, reaching up to cup her cheek. The blonde swallowed so hard she saw her throat working to accomplish it. “Everything’s fine. I’m not upset. It’s… wow, I don’t know what I’m feeling! But this was a sweet gesture, and I’m not going to let you think you’re making me angry with it.”

“B-but I don’t want to remind you of him!” she hissed, finally letting a tear slip past her guard, teeth clenched. “It makes me angry to think about, a-and when I flipped your skirt… I just don’t want to ever do that again. Not even by accident. Ever.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Weiss threw herself into a hungry kiss that they both needed. Hands slid up backs, tangled into already tangled hair. It was easy to get completely lost in that moment, so they did, only coming up when breathing made it necessary.

“Phwoo!” Yang let out in a shaky voice, grinning again. “Really laid one on me!”

Grinning, Weiss kissed both of her cheeks before pulling back again. “I love you, Xiao Long. Don’t you think for a second I don’t.”

“Got it.” They both heaved deep breaths to calm themselves a bit. “And, um… y’know, we could do something else. Hang onto this for another time.”

As one, they both looked down at the implement still lying in Weiss’s lap. How innocent it looked there, on top of her white dress. But its position gave her an idea.

“You wanted to take my virginity tonight, huh?”

“Huh? Oh… w-well, yeah.” She scratched the back of her blonde head with a big grin. “You see right through me, Schnee. But I kinda figured, if you did wanna try this… a special night like tonight’s the best time.”

“Hmph. Typical brute.”

“What?”

Smirking just a little, she turned and presented her back to Yang. “Could you please unzip me?” Yang only remained confused for a moment before she obeyed, helping her take the dress off afterward and lay it carefully over the back of a chair. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Wanna get me next?”

“No.”

“Huh?” Suddenly, Weiss pushed Yang down on the bed and kissed her again, then drew back and snatched up the strange contraption. “Oh, yeah, get that out of the-”

Her voice died when she saw Weiss was looking at it quite carefully, turning it over and examining the ways the straps worked. Then she began to step through them, pulling them up to hitch around her waist and thighs. It wasn’t as if Weiss was some sort of imbecile; the device was not that complex.

“There,” she sighed once it was in place. Then she looked up to see…

A very, very surprised and flustered Yang Xiao Long. Of course, she was handling being flustered a lot better than she herself would have been, or a lot of their other friends for that matter. Still a strong woman who had very little to fear from some wispy, white haired paper shaker. But seeing the rubber cock jutting out from over her girlfriend's underwear was filling her cheeks with color, shortening her breath.

“Hey there, little girl…” Weiss bit her lip, feeling a little silly but wanting to commit to her performance now that she had begun. This was better. This was something she knew she could handle, regardless of her lingering fears. And if Yang could handle it, then they were all set. “The dance is over. Ready for the real party to begin?”

At first Yang laughed, and Weiss thought that she was going to blow off her attempt at playing this game. But then she fluttered her eyelashes and clutched at the hem of her dress.

“Golly gee, that's a big friend you have there.”

Her hips swayed a little as she approached the side of the bed again. “You got that right. Would you like to touch it?” She wasn't sure if this was how men normally were or not, having no true frame of reference - other than a recent, regrettable encounter. She was making it up as she went.

“Can I?” Meanwhile, Yang's imitation of a virgin straightie was pretty good, and also a little amusing to watch given how far removed she was from her own virginity. They both were, by this point. Even how hesitant her fingers were as they reached up for the rubbery length.

“Go ahead.”

Watching Yang stroke it changed the atmosphere. It had been light and playful before, but now there was a new seriousness somehow related to the tacit agreement that they stay silent while Yang touched, explored with her fingers. As if it were real. For that matter, Weiss could almost swear that she could feel something wherever those fingers touched.

“It's so big,” Yang purred up at her as she stroked. “Can I… give it a little kiss?”

“Why on Earth would you want to k- um, I mean, yes. Kiss it.”

And she obeyed. This was even stranger, because she couldn't imagine what either of them got out of this activity… yet it was turning her on. Watching that pair of perfect lips wrap around the tip of the false cock was a hypnotizing sight that brought heat to her cheeks. And elsewhere.

“Mmmhhhhh,” she moaned against the rubber for effect. And that, Weiss could feel - the vibrations echoed through the length, the base, her underwear. Right into her own clit, which was grateful to have some kind of stimulation - however distant - given how enticing the display before her was turning out to be.

“V-very good,” she finally said, voice hoarse. Then she pushed Yang back by her shoulder. “But that's not where this is supposed to go, is it?”

Sparks of pure desire were flashing in her girlfriend's violet eyes as she reclined on the bed, pressing her thighs together beneath the orange fabric of her dress. As if she hadn't decided whether or not to let Weiss between them.

“I don't know,” she breathed, twirling a golden ringlet around her index finger. “Show me.”

Something about this new, coquettish Yang was driving her wild, fanning the flames of her needs much faster than she could have expected. Her mind wandered back to what her mother had said about Yang; about her being brutish, muscular, and more like the men her mother had dated. If she could only see how she looked there, draped in the middle of all those rose petals and looking like the daintiest girl in the world - in spite of the muscles lying just beneath soft skin.

And it seemed to awaken a need in her. A need to take on the role her girlfriend normally assumed. She bent down and picked up one of Yang's legs by the ankle, pulling it up to press her lips against her toes through her nylon stocking.

“Huh? Weiss…?”

“Like this,” she rumbled as she began to pull the leg off to the side. She had never heard her own voice like this in her whole life, and it was strange, unnatural. Yet it seemed to suit the moment perfectly. Then she repeated the process with the second leg, earning a little “oh” at the kiss… and a louder, deeper one when she realized that her legs had been parted so easily without her even realizing it was going on.

“Damn,” she whispered, as if it weren't exactly part of their ‘play’ together. “Smooth; I should be taking lessons from you, Schnee.”

Weiss smiled as she held a finger to her lips. “Shhhh.” They both shared a grin before she cleared her throat and slid her hands up Yang’s calves, kneeling on the bed. “You are such a pretty girl, and you look so good tonight.”

“Th-thank you,” she breathed, a hand falling against her chest as if to soothe a racing heart. “You really think I'm pretty?”

“Yes. You're beautiful.” That part had not been acting. But then she was positioned right between her lover's strong thighs, ready to do something neither of them had tried quite yet. What would a boy say under these circumstances? Probably something very uncouth.

“But you're going to look even more beautiful in a minute.”

This blush was definitely not feigned, and Weiss felt her own heart skip over a beat to see Yang looking so vulnerable. “O-ooh… I… Weiss…”

It was at this point they ran into a little snag. Weiss had pushed up her dress to see her lacy underwear - which also made her heart jump into her throat, her Yang had gone to all this effort to make tonight sexy for her - and they both reached a sudden realization.

“How… do I do this exactly?” Weiss stage-whispered.

“I don’t know, either!” Yang admitted in the same quiet voice. “First one of these things I’ve ever had! I mean, a couple fingers did the job until now, so…”

“Okay! I’ll just kind of… play it by ear!” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, putting herself back into the proper mentality. “Ready for me?”

The gulp was pretty theatrical, but the eagerness and uncertainty were not. Yang really wasn’t sure if she would like this. “Y-yes. Be gentle?”

Weiss gripped the length of rubber by the base just above the ring of metal. It was pretty rigid in the middle; she wondered if it was wrapped around wood, or something else. Then she began to grind it against the wetness she could only imagine for now, lying just on the other side of her panties.

“What if I don’t want to be gentle?”

“What?”

Weiss smirked darkly as she ground the tip from side to side. “What if I want… to make you scream for me, sweetheart?”

Those words left Yang speechless - but not for long. Weiss was already pushing the fabric to one side, moving the head into place between those soft petals she knew so well. Her eyes flicked up to check Yang’s readiness, and she seemed to be ready… even if she was also very quiet. Probably still worried about how it was going to feel to take this in for the first time.

“Tell me you want this.” She ground it up and down, prodding just a little at her clit - earning a sharp breath inward. “Do you want m-my cock?”

The violet eyes swung up to lock onto Weiss’s, sharper than before. Curious. But after a moment of indecision, she did manage a nod. So Weiss began to guide her hips forward, paying close attention to make sure this new toy of theirs went exactly where they wanted it to go.

“O-oh, I- OH! SHIT! Weiss, it’s pretty big, I’ve never- ohhhhh, wow!”

More fascinated than anything else, Weiss watched as she did this with her own hips. Bizarre-looking, but also one of the most erotic sights of her short life. More - she wanted more, they both did. She shifted forward, hands falling to Yang’s hips to hang on.

“Wait, I- ow! Weiss, too much, too- WAIT!”

She held still, eyes wary as she scrutinized Yang’s sweating face. There was some very real pain there, and a little bit of uncertainty. “What? Isn’t it supposed to… hurt a little? The first time?”

“No!” she hissed. “I’m not a virgin like that, I already poked through that a long time ago!”

“Oh. Then what’s the problem? Can’t take the heat, Xiao Long?” At Yang’s dumbstruck expression, she rolled her hips - not really pushing in more, just sending a little vibration into her.

“NH! Weiss?”

“Such a big, strong girl,” she teased as she rocked her hips. “I know you can take it.”

There was something about Yang’s expression that she kept trying to figure out as she shifted forward, deeper into her lover. Yes, she slowly began to relax, but there remained this wariness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Yang’s mouth fell open to gasp in mingling pain and pleasure as she made it all the way inside, and Weiss felt her own sex throbbing, wishing it could participate. But it would have to wait its turn tonight.

“So quiet,” she finally hissed down at her when she slid her hips back. The idea was supposed to be to thrust, right? That’s what they had done with fingers - and what her mother described to her mortified young brain so long ago. “Normally you have the gift of gab. What’s wrong, little girl?”

But Yang didn’t respond. Just squeaked at the feeling of her walls being teased by the thick, rigid mass. Weiss waited a second, then gave up and started to thrust forward…

And she couldn’t. Something was wrong, even if everything seemed fine. Yang wasn’t protesting… she wasn’t saying anything. Which was the problem.

“I said, what’s wrong?” Still no answer. “Yang?”

“Can…” Yang’s voice was too low. Weiss leaned down closer, trying to get her to speak up. “Can you kiss me?”

“This ain’t that kind of square dance, sweetheart,” she chuckled - but this time, she saw Yang flinch at her words, and she blinked. “What is it? Do… you really need me to kiss you?”

Her lip trembled as she breathed “No”, which was what made Weiss take her lips gently. It took a moment to really get going, because for the first time in her entire memory, Yang felt like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss back. Even if it only lasted for a single terrifying second before she melted, kneading back hungrily, desperate for more. And Weiss gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted. She would always do that whenever possible.

“What did I do?” she whispered in a very soft, very fragile voice once they parted. Yang shrugged. “No, don’t do that. Talk to me.”

Yang’s eyes were misty and she tried for a smile. It looked awful. “I-it’s not important. Sorry. Um… we can keep going now.”

“Hey! You don’t cry over just anything!”

“Weiss, you kinda have a plastic banana up my dress where the sun don’t shine. Let’s save the talking for aft-”

“Yang!” Her breath hiccuped, and she kissed her lips. “Was it… that crack about you not being able to take the heat? Too far? J-just tell me what I did, I’m sorry, I’ll… yeah, I could just go, i-if that’s what you want!”

Rolling her misty eyes now, she grunted and said, “It’s stupid.” But one glance at Weiss’s face told her this wasn’t going away. “Okay, okay! Chee! I just…”

“Just?” she prompted.

“It wasn’t you.” Her face already looked haunted, but her tone of voice was clearly a woman trying to get something over with in a hurry. “So it started out fun, but when you said things like ‘then what’s the problem’, it really didn’t sound like my Princess. A-and it felt… bad. Wrong. I don’t know, it’s really stupid, and I feel stupid; obviously it’s you, I can see you right there. Why did I flip on you like that? It was like I couldn’t figure out how to tell you I felt bad, and that just made it worse! Talk about being a wet rag.”

Now she got it. And Weiss got even more than Yang herself did. She was being pushy, and unconcerned with Yang’s welfare. Ready to take what she wanted like a man would.

Like one specific man would.

“No,” she breathed when it hit her like a truck. “I… why would I do that? No, please, no, I- Yang, I love you, and- and i-if you wanted to stop me, all you had to do was… was punch me in the face! UGH! NO! Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

Now Yang was confused. “Do what? I didn’t do anything!”

“That’s what I mean! You did nothing! Just let me talk to you like that, a-and I thought we were… playing some kind of game or something, while you felt awful because I was so… being disgusting! Don’t you ever let me do that again if you don’t like it, okay? And there’s no reason you should! Ugh… I just… I’m going to take a shower or something, I can’t believe what a terrible thing I almo-”

Yang’s lips were capturing hers with even more desperation than before, fingernails stabbing into the back of her neck to stop her from escaping this moment. Weiss literally threw herself into it with the abandon of a woman on death row. When they parted, she saw Yang’s eyes were still wet but she was smiling.

“Keep going, Princess.”

“What?” She thrust a little, just to see if that was what Yang meant - and got a moan for her efforts. “That?”

“Yeah. Fuck me.” The shaky breath she took showed she still clearly wasn’t back to her usual self, but was getting there, and determined to do it faster for the sake of her lover. “Give me that full ‘prom night experience’.”

“It’s homecoming.”

Yang shrugged, biting her lip at a fresh wave of pleasure. “Same difference. If you can… will you keep going?”

There really wasn’t much of a choice to make. Hanging onto Yang’s shoulders, lying flat on top of her, Weiss began to roll her hips… and saw it change her lover. In the same way Yang had been thrown off by seeing her try on the role of dominant male, Weiss didn’t quite know what to make of watching her godlike paramour turn into such a delicate flower. But she liked it - both seeing her look so sweet and vulnerable, and that Yang loved her and trusted her enough to let down her shields.

She would never take advantage of that. Not even on accident, as she had almost done moments ago. Then and there, she swore to herself that whatever had been messed up in her brain was going to stop affecting other people - especially Yang.

“Oh!” Yang finally called out when she was getting close. “Weiss! More, c-can… you go harder?”

“Yeah!” she grunted as her speed ramped up even more, falling to wrap her lips and teeth around the side of Yang’s neck. This was hard work, and it felt really strange to be doing it while receiving no pleasure herself. Well… Yang had pawed at her breasts a couple of times, and the base of the “banana” bumping against her mons did deliver some dull shockwaves, but Yang was definitely the one getting most of the benefits. And after making her feel like dirt earlier, that was all that mattered.

The instant she heard the moans of pleasure rise in pitch, felt the writhing turn to haphazard twitching, she knew her lover had reached her heights of pleasure. God, she looked so good in that moment! She had always thought so, but this was on another level, seeing her relinquish all power and let Weiss take the wheel. Yang had become an utter mess, writhing and screaming and fully open. Pure elation.

It only made Weiss fall more in love with her.

Leaning down to capture her lips, Weiss came to a stop when Yang did, and they poured all of their feelings into that point of contact. Weiss drew back to smile down at her.

“How was it?” she whispered excitedly. “I mean, when we started…” Time to eat crow. “When I stopped doing it wrong.”

But Yang was already shaking her head, leaning up to kiss her chin. “Not wrong. Just… weird, for me.”

“Wrong, Yang. But I want to know how it felt. What’s this like? Are we missing out on anything from boys?” They both giggled a little.

“Nah. Well… it was really different, and felt pretty great once I got used to it. But the problem is those things are usually attached to boys.” More laughter, which helped to ease the churning sickness in Weiss’s stomach that she had been trying to ignore. “So you wearing this is Fat City; all the benefits with no drawbacks.”

Nodding as she thought about that, Weiss slowly slid backward - and heard Yang gasp as she pulled the rubber phallus out. Then she asked, “Better than when I use my mouth? Well, obviously I’m not very good at that, anyway…”

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing at that!” Once Weiss rolled onto her back, gazing down at the glistening implement, Yang curled around her and did the same. “Wow, that’s so weird. That thing was in me.”

“You really think I’m good at, um, drinking from your cup?”

Yang’s hand drifted up and down her bare stomach, playing over the little pink scar for an instant. “If I went the rest of my life with just your mouth getting me off, I’d be completely okay with that. Bet on it, Weiss.” Then she nuzzled her neck. “Now… you gotta stop beating yourself up.”

“What?”

“For the dirty talk getting out of hand. Don’t even try it,” she cut her off when Weiss opened her mouth to argue. “I can tell you’re still thinking about it.”

Swallowing hard, she leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I think… I did something really bad. But I didn’t mean to do it! Just kind of happened, and by the time I figured it out, you already looked so… I hope I never make you look that way again. It scared me.”

“Scared you?! I was freaking out!” When Weiss winced, she hugged her closer. “Not mad at you. But nobody’s ever made me feel like that before, and it wasn’t all bad, okay? Just new.”

“I made you feel like a victim.”

“NO. You made me feel like I was really… not the one in control for once. It was nice, but it was kinda scary, too. None of that’s bad but it’s weird for me, that’s all.” She searched for the proper words for a second, and Weiss tried to be patient, to just let her think. “You’re so hot when you take charge like that.”

“Really?!”

Yang rolled her eyes. “Yes! Chee, you always act like you’re some kind of boring, hideous beast, when you’re not! What’s your tale, nightingale? Is it your dad who made you feel like you ain’t good enough? Because I mean… I hope now that he dug his own grave, we can get started making you feel like you’re the bee’s knees.”

That whole onslaught of deep insights from Yang, who normally acted like she didn’t care about much besides sex, hanging out, and her motorcycle, took Weiss by surprise and made her fall silent. But it was all true. She found it awfully hard to completely believe that she was worthy of love, that her own confidence was well-placed. On some level, she did know it was because of how her father treated her, but had never examined it fully - or had just assumed she deserved it.

“You’re right. I… whoa. I’m… wow, he really messed up my brain.”

“All our parents do. How do you think I feel, with one of mine barely putting up with me and the other running off like I’m yesterday’s trash?”

“Hey,” she told her firmly. “I’m sure your father loves you. He just…”

“Yeah, yeah, Summer died, and he couldn’t handle it.” She shrugged. “I understand. Still hurts to be dumped.”

Settling in for a longer discussion about parents, Weiss turned to snuggle her a little closer. Yang snickered at the feeling of the rubber against her leg and she smirked back. “That’s why your mom is so tough, and she probably wanted to make you just as tough, right?”

“Got that right,” she sighed as she kissed the side of her girlfriend’s head. “But I already know that. Looks like you’re just kinda figuring it out, huh?”

“Yeah. I… well, mine always made my mother and I feel so inferior. Why didn’t I ever realise that it wasn’t just changing how I felt about him?”

Yang shrugged hard, though she was clearly getting more comfortable. That flash of anxiety was long gone, which was a huge relief. “Because we don’t think about it, I guess. Headshrinkers do. But you shaking me up about Ruby and Qrow… I kinda got thinking about stuff like that afterward. How I was still feeling let down and wanted to take it out on them. Didn’t have a choice but to figure things out anymore, and… yeah. Thanks.”

“Why are you thanking me? I was just sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, like I always do. Just ask Pyrrha, or Blake and Ilia.”

“You mean the Blake and Ilia who danced together tonight, looking so cute and happy that I could gag? The Pyrrha who got to go with the boy of her dreams – and cut a rug with Cinder besides?” When Weiss smiled, Yang tickled her just a little to make the smile bigger. “Yeah, there you go! You did that! Pat yourself on the back, it’s okay!”

Finally broken out of her funk, she snuggled even closer, Yang enveloping her in her strong arms. And she felt the freedom to mention, “You know… you looked really good.”

“I did? In my dress? Aww, shucks!”

“Well, yes, of course you did. But what I meant was… just now.” She had to clear her throat to make herself finish her thought: “Seeing you spread out below me was so sexy.”

The deeply-blushing blonde grinned into Weiss’s shoulder. “You’re gonna make me turn into a tomato.” When Weiss kissed the top of her head, she sighed and whispered, “But I guess I don’t mind it. When it’s you.”

And Weiss didn’t mind, either. But that much was obvious.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #freezerburn smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

[littlelewdmable]

Yang: What do you want for your birthday?

Weiss: You and Pyrrha in string bikinis.

Pyrrha: Ummm.

Yang: Well, you heard her.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby smut #rwby global warming #schneekos #freezerburn #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long

[doomatnight]

Weiss was fuming, waiting for Male!Yang using their shared bathroom, which she completely forgot, as soon as he stepped out, drying his hair and nothing else.

Content: Gender Swap

Weiss was completely stunned for a solid few seconds as Yang didn’t even react, casually grabbing some clothes and tossing them on the bed before finally taking note of Weiss.

Yang casually saying hey before tossing his towel into the bathroom and resuming as if nothing weird was going on. Weiss slowly got up and approached Yang, her eyes glued to his cock as Yang took note of Weiss approaching him.

He was quick on the draw and gave a little wink to her, Weiss swore her heart was gonna explode as she knelt down and got closer to Yang’s dick. Yang turned, slightly squeezing his dick and making it throb. He was certainly a shower and not a grower lol

Weiss had enough waiting and held Yang’s hands as she sucked him off, bobbing her head up and down his cock before drinking his cum and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Yang leaned down to kiss Weiss and gave her a slap on the ass as she finally made her way to the shower.

#lwde #rwby smut #rwby lemon #rwby nsft #nsft / #doomlewd.txt #yang xiao long smut #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #freezerburn

[fwtas-of-remnant]

Weiss: Honestly, I just wish Ruby would last longer in bed.

Yang: You say that like you aren't a complete quickshot.

Weiss: I am not!

Yang: *Pokes Weiss' boob*

Weiss: *Proceeds to cum in her panties*

#rwby fwtas #rwby smut #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #white rose #freezerburn

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationships: Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee/Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, Everyone briefly

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, rich kids au, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Porn With Plot, Smut, Fluff, Angst, emotionally repressed idiots, Collars, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Pet Names, Yang Xiao Long Has a Penis, They work out their feelings through sex

Summary:

Yang's not rich, but she's fun, that's why she gets invited to these parties. Apparently if the rich kids are trashed or high enough they don't care if you barely have money as long as you know how to have a good time.

So when Sun invited her to yet another party, celebrating his parents being anywhere but there, she hadn't expected to see Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna. These types of parties weren't exactly the heiress' scene, Blake was more understandable, she was actually friends with Sun. Her best assumption would be that Blake dragged Weiss along.

Those two were known to be quite the controversial couple, most people wondered if it was Weiss trying to spite her dad. A Schnee dating a faunus, it was headline worthy and the two looked fucking smug in every single picture. Yang had always been good at picking out emotions though, they had something. Something that none of these stuck up rich assholes could see.

It was interesting.

#shout out to that anon who told me the link wasnt working #should be fixed now #figured what better time to post than during bees schnees week #this thing has been in the making since i first started writing rwby fics #rwby #bees schnees #monchrome #freezerburn #bmblb #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #fics #my fics #fanfiction #smut #don't mind me #lets see if i get new hate

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

RWBY Fanfic Master Post

Seeing as how this has become, primarily, a RWBY blog... and I write a lot of RWBY fanfic... here ya go:

Ongoing Stories

We May Fall (A Dance of Light and Shadow) - Weiss Schnee will do anything to safeguard the secret that she's actually a faunus. But when her long-suppressed heat cycle begins dramatically, all of Team RWBY finds out in one wild night that will bind them together like never before and change the fate of Remnant itself. (Pollination, no Enabler)

On Silver Wings We Soar - Maria died young and got her soul stuck in a weapon that Ruby found 100 years later. So now on top of the fall of Beacon, our heroines have to navigate a love triangle between Ruby, Weiss, and the ghost attached to a harpoon-axe that's also a gun. (Maria + WhiteRose, background Bees, KnightLight, Hellebore, and Renora)

Haven Trail - It's RWBY meets Oregon Trail! Yang leads a group of pioneers across a Grimm-infested wilderness. Blake is torn between Yang and Velvet, whose abusive husband is a threat to everyone, while Ruby and Weiss dance around their feelings for each other and Cinder and Emerald try to dig up ancient technological secrets. Oh yeah, and there's dysentery. (WhiteRose, Bumblebey, Black Velvet, Chaos Emeralds, Arkos, Hellebore)

The Dragon From Mercury - G Witch with Yang in Suletta's role, Blake in Miorine's, featuring Ruby as Aerial. (Bumbleby)

Scattered Petals - a canon-divergent AU focusing on reimagining the story through rarepairs. (Schneekos, Ladybug, Baked Alaska, Crosshares, KnightLight, Rainbow Quartz, Firewall)

Completed Stories

The Monsters Within Us - Fairy tale AU where maiden Blake is pursued by the cruel Baron Taurus, only to stumble into the arms of Yang... who is a half-human, half-serpent lamia. Lots of amazing illustrations, and monsterfucking with plot and feelings! (Bumbleby, background Rainbow Quartz)

Frozen Lemonade - College AU. Rivals Weiss and Yang find their one-time cathartic hate-fuck complicated when Tai and Willow meet at a celebrity therapy event and elope, suddenly tying the two of them together. (Freezerburn, Schneekos, Greek Fire, background Nuts & Dolts)

In Rainbow's Shadow - Ilia & Emerald work as a covert ops wet team, taking on missions requiring stealth and dubious morality. They confront their feelings for each other in the middle of a deep ocean research station performing nightmarish Grimm experiments. (Rainbow Quartz)

Through a Mirror, Brightly - when a mysterious Grimm traps Weiss in a ghostly, sidereal state and erases her from everyone's memory, it falls to the feelings she and Ruby had for each other to bring them back together. Lots of illustrations! (WhiteRose, background Bees)

Let's See the Sunrise Together - modern AU. Weiss's arranged marriage is in jeopardy when the bachelorette party Coco throws her ends up at a strip club where she's enraptured by the beautiful Yang Xiao Long. (Freezerburn, background Crosshares)

A Medical Necessity - Blake goes into heat over the winter holiday break, with only Weiss around to help her. Smut and feels. (Monochrome)

The Curse of the Abominable Snow-Grimm - RWBY goes on a team building mission to a ski resort, where a mysterious Grimm attack will force them to confront Weiss and Blake's past, and their feelings for their new teammates. (WhiteRose, Bumbleby)

Cold Nights, Warm Hearts - in a modern AU, Winter Schnee is very nervous about going to her girlfriend Cinder Fall's winter solstice celebration and meeting her pagan friends. (Temperature Play)

I've also got a bunch of shorts and one-shots if you're interested. Almost everything I write is sapphic, and I do a lot of smut with plot.

#rwby #rwby fanfic #ao3 #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #whiterose #ruby rose #weiss schnee #anime #rainbow quartz #crosshares #freezerburn #sapphic writing #wlw #lesbian #cinder fall #winter schnee #save rwby #save crwby #greenlight volume 10

[howlingday]

If you still want some fic recommendations, if got a handful for you right here:

Not sure how you feel about Bee's Schnees but I got this trio of fics by Urist on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2718028

It has jokes, it has drama, it has poly negotiations. Furthermore, it has a really good depiction of an aromantic Weiss. It also has suffering Ruby, thruples therapy in an active combat scenario, family shenanigans and eventually more Maidens in a room than OSHA would be happy with. Probably my favourite Bee's Schnees of all time.

I also got a WhiteRose music AU by ddullahan:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31430618

Both Ruby and Weiss are established and successful musicians. Weiss is a secret fan of Ruby and writes lyrics for her, sending it to her as fanmail. Ruby wants to know who wrote the most beautiful lyrics she ever saw and goes as far as to turn it into a full song in an attempt to find the writer.

And for a third recommendation a Freezerburn story by NaughtybutWeiss: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20620061

it's the fifties, post-war America is in full swing and Weiss is a cheerleader who will come to realise she's gay in a fifties, post-war America. Reason for said realisation? A biker gang member Yang. Lots of drama, fluff and smut in equal measures. As wel as class warfare, gang fights and standing against bigotry all done with fifties twang and slang.

I might go and check my reading history on Ao3 to look for more, if you want to. As it stands we both got a considerable backlog already.

Bee's Schnees, White Rose, and Freezerburn are just fine for me. Thank you.

#rwby #rwby fanfiction #my thoughts #my answers #my answer #bee's schnees #white rose #freezerburn

[prpfs]

🌹 hi! i’m currently looking for partners for potential 1x1 rwby roleplays. a bit about me: i’m eighteen, est. i roleplay exclusively on discord in private mini servers for organization. i write semi - lit / lit, in third person and past tense. i use lowercase for aesthetic purposes, and although i prefer those i write with do the same, that is not required! i am a very active writer, though my muse can get spotty and i can get preoccupied! i love being friends with those i write with, so please be comfortable with talking ooc! i absolutely adore creating and sharing playlists, aesthetics, memes, fics, edits, etc!!

for rwby itself, i want to explore consistent, complex worldbuilding! a disclaimer, i am decently critical of crwby’s writing and team rwby itself. so i would love canon divergence. i am dying for in depth takes on what canon provides a very black and white view on, like the white fang. i am dying to make ocs and perhaps even make team(s) of some sorts!! headcanons, worldbuilding, canon divergence, etc, i enjoy all of it!!

my favorite ships are arkos, blacksun, flora fun, lancaster, emercury, seamonkeys, ebiwood, martial arcs, freezerburn, ladybug, and monochrome! i do not play or cater to robyn hill or her huntresses, cinder fall, winter schnee, jacques schnee, etc. i enjoy all times of shipping, regarding all genders involved. oc / oc, canon / canon / and oc / canon are all very dear to me.

given the nature of rwby, please expect angst, action, and other related themes! smut (involving only characters of age) is a plus! if you’re interested, please interact or message me and i will get back to you!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#rwby roleplay #rwby rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc x oc #oc x cc #cc x cc #nuclear

[shaevira]

Trying to write Freezerburn smut after an ask I saw.

Will I complete it? The world may never know.

[darkdoverpseeker]

🌹 hi! i’m currently looking for partners for potential 1x1 rwby roleplays. a bit about me: i’m eighteen, est. i roleplay exclusively on discord in private mini servers for organization. i write semi - lit / lit, in third person and past tense. i use lowercase for aesthetic purposes, and although i prefer those i write with do the same, that is not required! i am a very active writer, though my muse can get spotty and i can get preoccupied! i love being friends with those i write with, so please be comfortable with talking ooc! i absolutely adore creating and sharing playlists, aesthetics, memes, fics, edits, etc!!

for rwby itself, i want to explore consistent, complex worldbuilding! a disclaimer, i am decently critical of crwby’s writing and team rwby itself. so i would love canon divergence. i am dying for in depth takes on what canon provides a very black and white view on, like the white fang. i am dying to make ocs and perhaps even make team(s) of some sorts!! headcanons, worldbuilding, canon divergence, etc, i enjoy all of it!!

my favorite ships are arkos, blacksun, flora fun, lancaster, emercury, seamonkeys, ebiwood, martial arcs, freezerburn, ladybug, and monochrome! i do not play or cater to robyn hill or her huntresses, cinder fall, winter schnee, jacques schnee, etc. i enjoy all times of shipping, regarding all genders involved. oc / oc, canon / canon / and oc / canon are all very dear to me.

given the nature of rwby, please expect angst, action, and other related themes! smut (involving only characters of age) is a plus! if you’re interested, please interact or message me and i will get back to you!

interact if interested!

#cc x cc #oc x cc #oc x oc #1x1 rp #rp ad #rwby rp #rwby roleplay #spicy #semi lit rp #literate rp #discord rp #rp #roleplay

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: Armpit discussions, incest discussions. Breast play. Shared bathing (Weiss/Blake).

Figured I owed a double-update for falling so behind lately. I hope you enjoy this update - the story's almost complete! Just a few more chapters to go!!

=Chapter 57

Even in the face of such heavy temptation, that was as far as either of them took things. Weiss was as flustered as she had ever been, and started to feel her ability to resist weakening – despite the activity being so strange – but Kali preemptively told her she had no interest in “sharing” with her own daughter. Which she had assumed from the beginning, along with having somewhat discussed it before… though she did now know privately that Blake wouldn’t be nearly so offended by the notion.

But she couldn’t help thinking about it all through dinner, and the discussions therein. Kali, Salem, Yang, and a few of the other high-ups had much to hash out in terms of moving forward from here. They would leave the company in the hands of its interim director to maintain status quo until Winter could handle the rest. She distantly gleaned that she and her mother would be moving home again soon, though, and when she focused on it her eyes widened.

“Wait, we will?”

“Of course,” her mother told her with some concern. “And, well… until the financial matters are straightened out, we might end up needing to borrow a little money, but they guaranteed us that it shouldn’t take long.”

“And you won’t have to worry about it, anyway,” Kali assured her immediately, patting her forearm. “As long as we live conservatively, I can stretch a dollar until then for all of us.”

Salem inclined her head very slightly. “We will not let you starve. Just do not forget who your friends were in your hour of need.”

“No,” Kali told her instantly. “We’re just going to help them. If they choose to remember that’s their prerogative.”

“Duchess. You know that you don’t speak for the rest of the Dragons, don’t you?” The tone was deadly and serious. But Kali didn’t break eye contact. Weiss felt a little intimidated by Kali sometimes, but it was typically when she was speaking with other people. Not with her. That somehow made her feel even more intimidated; what if she ever did something that truly meant Kali hated her? She made as powerful an ally as she did an enemy.

But Kali also was extremely reasonable. After all, if she could actually forgive her for the unpleasant business with her mother, then they could probably work just about anything out.

“Seriously, cool off, everybody,” Yang said in a carefully soft tone. “We took out the man who was giving us the most grief, and now it’s smooth sailing. Can’t we just enjoy the peace and quiet for a little while?”

Salem cracked a cold smile. “For a Warlord, you’re such a pacifist.”

“Nah. Like, if one of Mr. Schnee’s flunkies walked in and tried to start a brawl, I’d be right out front, handing out knuckle sandwiches. But we’re all on the same side.” When Kali nodded, her own glare diminishing, Willow took her turn in patting her arm in solidarity. Weiss noticed that she was at least getting over the tragedy enough to be able to process other things again.

“Very well,” Salem conceded with a small nod. “We will discuss this matter another time. My position will not change, and neither will the Duchess’s until more houses are in order.”

“Thank you, High Dragon,” Kali told her with a slight bow.

Pushing back from the table, the leader dismissed them with a wave of her hand. Weiss's mother began chatting with Kali in quiet tones as the others filed out, eventually leading her off into the kitchen. Yang hooked an arm around Weiss's neck and did the same, dragging her toward the hallway with a small smile on her lips.

“So this is good news, right? Getting your house back, your money back… all that stuff.”

“Well… yeah. Except…” Weiss shook her head back and forth. “It's really dumb. I should be so happy right now.”

“But?”

Serendipitously enough, the answer to Yang's question was just walking down the staircase in the grand foyer toward them. Blake, with Ilia at her side. They weren't holding hands or giggling, or doing anything that overly romantic. Just talking. Weiss felt an extremely tiny flicker of jealousy that was easily outshined by her happiness. She wanted them both to explore this new relationship, whatever shape it ended up taking. Trying to stop Blake would have been selfish and she had no interest in petty selfishness.

“But what?”

“Hmm? Oh! Sorry, I got distracted.”

Yang finally noticed Blake approaching, and nodded knowingly. “Got it.”

“No, not… well, not exactly like you were thinking.” Then she waved, since the other two were getting close enough to have noticed her anyway. “But I think I'll miss this place for some reason. Is that weird?”

“Me, too,” Blake said, having been able to overhear. She did always seem to have especially keen hearing. “It's intimidating living so close to the High Dragon herself, but I will miss having so many people to talk to at all hours of the day.”

“That does sound great,” Yang sighed as she clasped her hands behind her neck. “Even just having Weiss all to myself in that motel… chee, wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long.”

There was no way Weiss could have missed the pang of sadness flicker across Blake's features. But this time, she didn't have to do anything about it; Ilia also noticed and locked her arm around Blake's. “Maybe your mom can let you stay over here soon. On the weekend?”

“You say that like this isn’t the property of the most ruthless woman in Vale.” But she glanced over to see the tiny hopeful smile start to fade, and cleared her throat. “But I can ask.”

“Oh!” The smile was back with a vengeance. “Good.”

“Awwwww,” Yang drawled out, slinging her other arm around Ilia’s neck and giving her a noogie that she definitely didn’t ask for. “So cute!”

“AH! H-hey, that hurts! Stop it!”

“Lay off her,” Blake chuckled, clearly less concerned. But at least she was sticking up for Ilia; it was a huge improvement.

Once let go, having been tickled mercilessly by the blonde for a brief period of time, Ilia quickly excused herself for the restroom. Weiss wasted no time in steering the other two into the ballroom; it was almost always abandoned, since Salem wasn’t really the entertaining type.

“S-so how did the meeting go?” Blake asked, still a little jarred from being herded so unceremoniously.

“Fine. We’re getting our house back, and the company, and Salem says it’s all fine. Nevermind that!”

Yang’s eyebrows shot up. “Nevermind that? Nevermind?! It’s the biggest news since your dad was sniped!”

That phrase did send a cold chill through her body. It almost distracted her from what she had been about to say – but not quite. “You will never believe what happened before Yang got here. How do you guys feel about armpits?”

Both of them cried it out in unison: “About WHAT?!”

    All in all, neither of them were incredibly surprised. Though when she started rehashing what happened with her own mother, Yang winced at having to think about it again, but Blake was even keeled; she understood. If anyone did, it was definitely her. Conversely, when she started talking about Kali nibbling her skin - despite where said skin was located – it was Blake who looked uncomfortable and Yang who just thought it was hilarious.

“I want a photograph of this!” she kept guffawing, slapping her leg. “Oh WOW! I never would have thought about that in my whole LIFE! Where does she come up with this stuff?!”

Meanwhile, Blake was shaking her head, cheeks a little rosy. “That’s Mom; creative in the worst ways.”

“It didn’t feel as bad as I expected,” Weis insisted, her own face a deep red in a way she hadn’t let it be since she and Kali exited the gazebo earlier. “Which I did expect it to be awful. But it was actually… nice? Not really that sexual, but at the same time, it was a little once I got past my shock. And she didn’t act like it grossed her out, so since she was the one putting her mouth there, it almost felt like I wasn’t allowed to feel disgusted, so… I don’t know. Maybe there’s really something wrong with me since I like more than one woman, and armpit-nibbling, and… and everything.”

Finally sobering a little, Yang wiped at her eyes. “C’mon, Schnee, lighten up. It was fun, right? And nobody got hurt. Sounds like Mrs. B just wanted to break the tension from having the hard chat with you while proving her point, and found the perfect way to do it.”

“Right. The ‘dirty isn’t exactly bad’ thing.” Her eyes narrowed up at Yang. “You wouldn’t ever want to do something that wacky, would you?”

“I dunno. Kali seemed to like it, you seemed to like it…” Her hands began to playfully raise Weiss’s arm, and despite it still being in the leather jacket sleeve Weiss still gasped – and Yang dropped back, cackling up a storm. “GEEZ LOUISE, are you easy!”

“Stop,” Blake laughed at both of them, though hers was still subdued. “You’re turning her into a tomato.”

“Hey, that’s my line!”

Shaking her head at both of her significant others, Weiss let Yang’s laughter peter out before she sighed. “I know. You girls are right, it wasn’t that big of a deal and I’m just… acting silly.”

“Compared to what you did with your mom? Not anything at all.” When Weiss ducked her head, Blake added, “Sorry! Just putting it into perspective.”

“If you like tits that much, you can be all over mine,” Yang told her – right before pulling her face down into them. “No need to crawl all over anybody’s mom! Go on, get in there!”

“ACK! YANG!”

“Wow,” Blake laughed, just being entertained by the show. “Is it my turn next?”

At that, Yang let go in mild surprise. “Oh? You, uh… want in here, too, huh?”

“What? Oh… I meant Weiss nuzzling my chest, not me in yours.” But Blake was clearly ruffled by the suggestion. “Man, I really need to watch my mouth…”

“Is that a pun?” Yang tried to joke, but it didn’t really take. They all stood around awkwardly for a second. Weiss felt awful that Blake’s feelings would probably never go away – for Yang or her own mother. But to her credit, she was doing quite a good job of managing those everlasting crushes.

So she smiled and said, “You can nibble on mine if you want.”

“Thanks,” Blake said with a small smile. “I might take you up on it later.”

“And you can have some of mine,” Yang put in, still trying to lift the mood. “Armpits, that is.”

“Ugh!” she laughed, truly amused this time. “I might be my mother’s daughter, but moments like this make me wonder if I’m adopted.”

Smiling wide, Yang hooked an arm around Blake’s neck and tugged her down onto her chest. “Awww, this one’s on me, Belladonna. Just don’t get used to it!”

“AH! YANG! CUT THAT OUT!”

Weiss wanted to shout at her girlfriend along with Blake, or to just pull her off and rescue her. But Blake was starting to laugh. What little she could see of her face amongst Yang’s enormous breasts was quite red, but at least she wasn’t only embarrassed. Maybe this would be good; giving her a tiny shred of what she wanted, but making it “normal” in a way. Helping Yang and Blake be the sisters that Yang wanted them to be, if a little bit more physical.

So instead, she squirmed her way in to press her own modest assets onto the back of Blake’s head, trapping her between two sets of mammaries. Not that Weiss’s were anything to speak of, but she could tell by how much higher-pitched Blake’s squealing became that it was working.

“Alright, UNCLE!” Blake finally laughed. “Unless you want me to bite these things!”

“Oooh, so bold,” Yang chuckled as she let go. By now, her own cheeks were a little pink; even if it was someone she wasn’t interested in, she still had a face rubbing between her breasts.

“So was that fun?” Weiss asked at length. “Maybe next time, we could get Ilia to smoosh in here, too.”

Still beet red and grinning, the poor Italian Dragon muttered, “Stop it.” Then she cleared her throat and straightened up. “Besides, I thought you were the one who likes ‘feeding’ - shouldn’t you be in the middle instead of me?”

“Hey, I don’t have a- BLAKE!” she squeaked when she felt her face jerked down into a chest. Not that she had any qualms, really. “Mmmm, so soft…”

“Aren’t they, though?”

Chuckling herself, Yang said, “Well, when in Rome…” And she recreated the sandwich with a Weiss filling instead of a Blake filling. “Mine are bigger.”

“We can’t all be so top-heavy, Xiao Long,” Blake giggled - while Weiss melted. Unlike Blake, who was uncomfortable due to the whole Yang situation, she was simply enjoying the bliss of having four pillowy breasts surrounding her head, flustered as it made her. Maybe if she hadn’t already been intimate with both of them separately, she would have been trying to fight her way free. But why should she?

And after a moment, Blake noticed. Yang was still laughing and arguing that she wasn’t “top heavy” because she also had proportional hips, but Blake fell quiet and glared down at the back of her special friend’s head.

“Oh my God… I think she likes this.”

“Of course she does,” Yang laughed, not even surprised. “If trying to get some of Mommy’s milk didn’t tip me off that she likes breasts, I’d be pretty thick-skulled, right?”

Weiss’s arm raised up weakly and offered her index finger. “F-for the record… I… never requested you do this to me…”

“Is that the best you can do? You didn’t ask for it so it doesn’t make you a pervert?”

“H-hey! Didn’t I just get through complaining that I feel like one all the time lately?” But when Yang bopped her lips with her boob, she made a little yipping noise and fell silent.

It was Blake who first petted over her hair and whispered, “It’s alright. We know you like these, and we’re fine with it; Yang is just giving you a hard time because she’s a grade-A jerk.” And she had kind of expected that; Yang was equally sweet in other ways, but somehow Blake was always more empathetic in that fashion.

“Aww, Weiss knows I’m only pulling her leg.” The next time she bopped her face, Weiss bit down. Of course through the fabric it only meant she raked her teeth over the skin beneath very slightly, but it still prompted a little “A-AH! Whoa there, easy!”

“Yeah, save some for the rest of us.” Weiss turned her head aside to give Blake the same treatment, and she jumped back before it could happen. “OKAY! Okay, I was kidding!”

Smirking, despite her generous blush and shaky voice, the princess goaded her, “Can’t take it, Belladonna?”

“Yeah, Belladonna,” Yang added. But when Blake only rubbed the back of her neck, she cleared her throat. “Alright, I guess we should stop. Sorry we got so carried away.”

“No, it’s just…” Sighing to try to get rid of some discomfort, the Italian Dragon said in a rush, “I don’t want to get carried away in front of you and make you uncomfortable. So I thought… um, maybe I should go? Or at least step back, or… I don’t know. Somebody throw me a life preserver?”

For a second, the other two only blinked and stared at her. Then Yang said, “Ohhhh, because of- hey, you know we’ve both done stuff in front of each other. Well, little things. I’m not, um…” She glanced at Weiss as she tried to think. “You ain’t ugly or anything, y’know? Don’t go thinking I’ll be pissed off about you being around if, um, if things move toward the bed or something.”

“Wait,” Weiss put in suddenly. “What are you saying? All three of us? At the same time?”

“NO! Well… yeah.”

Blue eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “And you said I’M the pervert.”

“Hey, I wasn’t suggesting we all play backseat bingo together. Just saying, uh… if we did… I’m not going to be…” Her eyes found Blake’s, who looked both sadder than they had ever been, frustrated, and the tiniest bit hopeful. “Blake’s got needs, I’ve got needs - you’ve got needs for both of us, Weiss. I’m kinda surprised this is the first time any of us brought this up.”

“You don’t think that’s greedy?” Weiss demanded, voice completely earnest. “You’re not into each other.”

“Well…” Blake let that trail off and didn’t bother to finish her thought.

“Okay, you’re not both into each other. So would it really be fair for us all to try something when we’re all in the same room? The last thing I want is for one of you to feel left out, or uncomfortable, or…”

Scratching the back of her neck, Yang took a couple of paces away. “Yeah. I mean… hate to paint such a clear picture, but Blake would be eyeing the merchandise if we did that. And I couldn’t blame her for that; I wouldn’t even mind! Honest!”

“But you wouldn’t be looking at me,” Blake put in, resigned. “So yeah, that’s not very balanced. But I promise you I can handle that; Weiss would get all of my attention. Or most of it, and all of it that I’m doing intentionally? I just… don’t want to create that unbalanced situation on accident.”

“Oh.” She glanced at Weiss, then said, “Wish there was something I could do about, um… about me.” She ran her fingers through her hair, then paused and thought for a minute – a look that wasn’t quite usual on Yang’s face.

“What? You okay?”

“Come back over here. Let’s keep doing what we were doing for Weiss.” She shrugged and tried for a hesitant smile. “Maybe we can make it work. In fact, I know we could, if we give it a shot.”

“Um, I don’t think… now? Right now?”

Yang blinked, and started to open her mouth – but Weiss cut her off. One look at the storm of dread and fear in Blake’s eyes was enough. “She’s right; we should give it a shot. But not in this ballroom, and not right now. Okay? So… so we’ll think about it.”

Blake’s sigh of relief was enough to let her know she had made the right call. Meanwhile, Yang was sighing and nodding. “You’re right. Just me being me again, jumping in with both feet instead of looking where I leap. Sorry, Belladonna.”

“H-hey, it’s fine,” she assured her with her usual small smile. Despite the blush, and the shaking. “I just… hadn’t been thinking about both of us going with her as in, at the same time when it came to the bedroom? And, um…”

“And you’re not sure you could keep your hands off me?” Yang teased… but Weiss could see she wasn’t entirely teasing. Her tone was too soft, her eyes too fond. She was trying to be reassuring in her own provocative way.

“Y-yeah.”

“Well… I guess if Weiss can try to drink her own mom-”

“ONE TIME, XIAO LONG!” she interjected.

“-then I I’d be okay if you and I bumped into each other while we were making Weiss feel good. Does… I mean, that makes sense, right? Shouldn’t be a problem, because we’re friends. And you like me, and I do like you – just not the same way I like my girl, that’s all.”

Blake scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t do me any favours, Xiao Long. Really make a girl feel wanted.”

“Not my job. That’s Weiss’s job, and Ilia’s.” She poked at Blake’s shoulder to get her attention. “They both think you’re dynamite, baby. And I think your looks are nice, too, even if I’m not interested in kissing that pretty puss of yours.” The surly brunette’s lips started to turn up into a smile. “Alright? Feel better?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Good. Now, I think I better head home before it gets too late and Raven kicks my sorry keister.” She leaned over to take Weiss’s lips for a brief second – heated but brief. “Maybe I can spend the night at your place when you get all moved back in?”

“Maybe,” Weiss sighed with a slight smile. “We’ll see.”

    Once Yang was on the road back home, Weiss made the executive decision to relax with a long bath. So much had been going on lately that she needed the downtime. She had just barely stepped out of her heels and was trying to unzip her dress when she heard the door creak open.

“Sweetie?”

“AH!” she gasped, whirling to gape at her mother – but it wasn’t her. It was Blake, trying not to laugh. “HEY! You little- I can’t believe you did that!”

“Sorry,” she chuckled, shutting the door behind her. “I was only playing around. But I did a pretty great impression, right?”

Trying to let her ire go, she went back to struggling with the zipper. It only took a few seconds before Blake’s hands appeared there, helping to pull it down. “Thank you. Now, what are you doing in here, besides trying to give me a conniption fit?”

“It’s kind of stupid. But I was wondering a couple of things, actually.” When Weiss didn’t interrupt, she went on, “The first thing is… could we bathe together? I thought it might help. You know, take one with someone besides your mother.”

“I don’t know,” she began hesitantly as Blake handled her bra strap for her. “What’s the second thing you wanted?”

“Well… I thought I might try that, too.”

“That what?”

“What?”

“You didn’t say what you want to try.”

“OH!” Somehow, Blake got even more nervous. But the reason didn’t remain a mystery for long. “I meant, um, with your armpit. It’s really strange but I can’t help being curious.”

Her lip curled. “Seriously? Don’t tell me that’s the whole reason you came in here.” No answer. Clicking her tongue as she shook her head, she reached over to make sure the water was warm before she put the stopper in the drain. “I suppose. I mean, I’m starting to worry that insanity runs in the family, but it honestly doesn’t feel bad so there’s no reason I should turn you down.”

“Really? Well… alright.”

That didn’t take much more convincing. Weiss lifted her arm in resignation as Blake bent low and wrapped her lips around Weiss’s armpit flesh, flicking her tongue over the bumpy softness. Weiss tried not to laugh; it wasn’t easy because Blake was flicking her tongue faster, and it tickled more, but it still felt somewhat nice the way it had earlier. Maybe she could get used to this on a semi-regular basis, if Blake was interested. Then her special friend moaned into the skin, which finally did get her cackling and shoving her away.

“STOP! Gol-LEE, I can’t stand it!”

“Sorry,” Blake said with an embarrassed-yet-bemused smile. “I was trying not to do that, but I got a little carried away.”

Running a hand through her bangs, she gestured to her. “Go on, get naked. Unless you’re going to take a bath in your clothes?”

They quickly undressed the rest of the way, with Weiss having far less to go, and slid into the warm water. Weiss did steal a brief glance at Blake’s smooth back, but mostly they kept turned in opposite directions; after all, despite having played around a little, they hadn’t seen very much of each other’s bodies yet. Once their legs were tangled up in the large tub, she could try to relax. Her head leaned against the edge as she listened to the bath continue to fill up around them.

“Good?” Blake asked.

“Yeeeaaaahhhh.”

“Do you want to come over here and… feed?”

Her eyes narrowed as her head leaned up. “Stop that. I do not want that, and I don’t need to do it! Should I start teasing you about wanting to nibble my armpits to indirectly kiss your mother?” But when she saw Blake didn’t look like she was teasing, she blinked. “Sorry. You, um, were serious.”

“I was. But I get it; this is going to be a touchy subject for you for a while.”

“Um…” She cleared her throat. “About what I said…”

“What? Me wanting to do that because my mom did?” The little shrug was definitely vulnerable, so Weiss did slide through the water to embrace her loosely. “You’re right. You don’t need to apologise. Well, maybe for stating it bluntly, but not for speaking the truth.”

“Oh. You really did? I was only teasing, I promise!”

Blake laughed harshly. “It was both that and that I was curious if it would be grody. And also… I just wanted to know what she liked about doing that.”

“It’s okay, you know. I… well, I’m never going to pass judgment. So you and I can talk about these funny feelings whenever we have them.” As they settled in to relax, Weiss reached up and managed to shut off the water with her foot. “You can even let me help you ‘relieve stress’, and you can imagine Yang, or Ilia, or… or your mom if you really need to. And I would never tell a soul.”

Though the brunette did nod her understanding, eyes moody and distant, all she said was, “That’s a pretty neat trick.”

“What? Not telling anyone?”

“No, using your toes to turn off the water,” she chuckled. Clearly she was trying to avoid addressing the entire idea of using Weiss for sexual relief while fantasizing, especially given that one of those fantasy options was a blood relative. “I don’t think I could do that.”

“Really? Try it; wasn’t that hard.”

Blake did. Her damp foot slid off the spigot a few times, and she laughed. “Sorry. That’s one skill you have that I don’t.”

“You just have to grip more – like this.”

Weiss curled her dainty toes inward a little tighter than Blake had been, and easily managed to turn it on and off again. It should have been easier for Blake since hers were a little longer – especially the second toe for some reason – but apparently she just hadn’t ever tried anything like that. After a few more tries, Blake managed to do it and Weiss clapped as they both laughed. Silly thing to bother learning, but it was fun.

“Now that you have learned this essential life skill, we should probably wash,” Weiss giggled, sitting up to get the soap.

“Nah.” When Weiss raised an eyebrow at her, she shrugged. “Let’s just relax for a while; I think the world will survive if our bath takes longer. Come here.”

So Weiss nestled herself in the other girl’s arms, and they relaxed. They forgot their deeper cares, the perversions that had come into their brains and dead relatives and complicated dating arrangements. For a little while, the world melted away.

Then Weiss did more than just clean Blake’s body. They were both thrilled.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #rwby smut #rwby fanfiction #1950s au #rwbyremnants

[yo-aroleplayfinder]

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hi! i’m currently looking for partners for potential 1x1 rwby roleplays. a bit about me: i’m eighteen, est. i roleplay exclusively on discord in private mini servers for organization. i write semi - lit / lit, in third person and past tense. i use lowercase for aesthetic purposes, and although i prefer those i write with do the same, that is not required! i am a very active writer, though my muse can get spotty and i can get preoccupied! i love being friends with those i write with, so please be comfortable with talking ooc! i absolutely adore creating and sharing playlists, aesthetics, memes, fics, edits, etc!!

for rwby itself, i want to explore consistent, complex worldbuilding! a disclaimer, i am decently critical of crwby’s writing and team rwby itself. so i would love canon divergence. i am dying for in depth takes on what canon provides a very black and white view on, like the white fang. i am dying to make ocs and perhaps even make team(s) of some sorts!! headcanons, worldbuilding, canon divergence, etc, i enjoy all of it!!

my favorite ships are arkos, blacksun, flora fun, lancaster, emercury, seamonkeys, ebiwood, martial arcs, freezerburn, ladybug, and monochrome! i do not play or cater to robyn hill or her huntresses, cinder fall, winter schnee, jacques schnee, etc. i enjoy all times of shipping, regarding all genders involved. oc / oc, canon / canon / and oc / canon are all very dear to me.

given the nature of rwby, please expect angst, action, and other related themes! smut (involving only characters of age) is a plus! if you’re interested, please interact or message me and i will get back to you!

Anon did NOT include a way to message them so just LIKE AND ANON WILL REACH OUT TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[doomatnight]

After that one Blowjob, Weiss had to set Male!Yang on the right mind and explain how she couldn't be seen in a sexual relationship, due to her status. Doing so, while they were enjoying a night out at a club, may not have been the best place, but it was over no-wait, why was Male!Yang dragging her towards the bathroom?!?!

Content: Stealth Sex, Gender Swap

Weiss was the heiress of the SDC, there was no way that being fucked like a cheap whore by some hick from Vale would ever go over well with her family or the public eye.

Yang however had a different plan.

Weiss and Yang sat down and Weiss let Yang know that they couldn’t continue their little romping. Yang thought for a second, then pulled Weiss off to the bathrooms. Yang brought Weiss into a stall and pulled her pants down and got right to work.

Weiss didn’t protest, instead accepting his cock as she tried to hide her moans but couldn’t help to admit that she loves Yang’s cock. Yang started to make out with the heiress as they tried their best not to be caught.

#lwde #rwby smut #rwby nsft #rwby lemon #nsft / #doomlewd.txt #yang xiao long #yang xiao long smut #weiss schnee #freezerburn

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F/F

Fandoms: RWBY

Relationships: Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee

Additional Tags: Kinktober, Smut, Light Dom/sub, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Yang Xiao Long Has a Penis, Bottom Yang

Summary:

They couldn't be blamed if they stared at their stupidly hot girlfriend, in her stupidly revealing choice of attire. Not to mention her stupidly defined muscles.

"Blake, this is absolutely unfair." Weiss muttered, not looking away from Yang, who seems to have taken a brief break to chug some water.

Both amber and sapphire eyes watched as some of the water fell out of the corners of Yang's mouth, leaving a long trail down, down, until it rested in her cleavage.

"Completely unfair." Blake agreed, ears flicking slightly. "I don't know about you," Blake's voice dipped, a smirk playing across her lips as she glanced over. "but I'm done watching." And with that, Weiss watched Blake walk out the screen door.

Like hell she's missing out on this.

#im using kinktober as an excuse to finish old drafts #yall get this chapter super early cause i gotta sleep early #rwby #bees schnees #bumblby #freezerburn #monochrome #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #smut #kinktober #fics #fanfiction #my fics #don't mind me

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

Objectively Correct Opinions on Inter-RWBY Ships

Bumbleby: I mean, do I really need to say anything? They're soulmates, they're destined for each other, in every life. They're the incarnation of the faunus princess and her human lover. Their arc is amazing and they deserve all the happiness in the world.

WhiteRose: There's a reason almost every piece of spinoff material goes heavy on WhiteRose subtext. One of my few gripes about the storytelling in RWBY is that I wish they had laid the foundations of this so that we could get a dramatic payoff for it in the final volume. The 'Ruby's friendly affection helping Weiss through her damaged upbringing -> Weiss being there for Ruby when the weight of the world truly crushes her' dynamic could be *chef's kiss*. My dream delivery would've been Ruby leaving a piece of her cloak behind when she drank the tea, and Weiss picking it up, sobbing into it, and making it a scarf... followed by a Vacuo scene where Weiss confesses that she didn't have the courage to admit her feelings for Ruby until she thought she'd lost her. And then they kiss.

Monochrome: Obviously not going to happen now, but the enemies to lovers arc could've been fantastic. Plenty of antagonism, if not outright hatred, at the beginning, that slowly blossoms into grudging respect, friendship, and affection. Maybe some climax where Weiss gets captured by the White Fang, Jacques of course refuses to pay a ransom or concede anything to save her, but Blake goes to rescue her. The symbolism of Atlas and Menagerie coming together to stand against the Grimm would be so powerful.

Freezerburn: If Monochrome is the angst-loaded E2L path, Freezerburn is the fun and fluffy one. A frenemy relationship full of light-hearted antagonism that overlays growing affection. They both feel it, but Weiss is too proud, and Yang can't imagine it's reciprocated... until some dramatic even like near-death or major loss pushes Weiss to confess and throw herself into a very surprised, but happy, Yang's arms.

(at this point, I'll just add that BeesSchnees + WhiteRose / Everybody Loves Weiss is probably my favorite RWBY romance configuration)

Ladybug: Honestly the hardest for me to see, although I'm enjoying my attempt to write it. They don't have the natural chemistry for me that the others do, but I definitely think it *can* work with a little effort. I think there's a great dynamic there of Blake being something of a 'cool aunt' figure to Ruby, who desperately needs her pure-hearted affection when her past catches up to her.

Pollination: (Without Enabler. Whenever I reference it, it's presumed to be without Enabler unless otherwise stated). Controversial since it gets used for a lot of purely pornographic smut fantasies that, sadly, frequently cater to male gaze. But I do genuinely feel like all of RWBY harbors a great deal of platonic affection for each other, and I think it's interesting to push that a little bit further into romance. ESPECIALLY if you're willing to go the extra mile of exploring how their inter-group dynamics might work, and their feelings for each other clash. Say, Yang and Weiss being very protective of Ruby, while Blake believes in her ability to take care of herself. Occasional tension still ongoing between Weiss and Blake causing distress for Yang and Ruby, particularly if Yang tends to pick Blake's side and Ruby backs Weiss... OR, the opposite, with Yang having a 'toughen up' attitude that aligns more with Weiss while Ruby's pure compassion leaves her more empathetic to all Blake has been through. All on top of their genuine love for each other. It's *such* a fertile playground for the imagination!

#rwby #rwby ships #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #bumbleby #whiterose #monochrome #freezerburn #ladybug #pollination

[findyourrp]

hi! i’m currently looking for partners for potential 1x1 rwby roleplays. a bit about me: i’m eighteen, est. i roleplay exclusively on discord in private mini servers for organization. i write semi - lit / lit, in third person and past tense. i use lowercase for aesthetic purposes, and although i prefer those i write with do the same, that is not required! i am a very active writer, though my muse can get spotty and i can get preoccupied! i love being friends with those i write with, so please be comfortable with talking ooc! i absolutely adore creating and sharing playlists, aesthetics, memes, fics, edits, etc!!

for rwby itself, i want to explore consistent, complex worldbuilding! a disclaimer, i am decently critical of crwby’s writing and team rwby itself. so i would love canon divergence. i am dying for in depth takes on what canon provides a very black and white view on, like the white fang. i am dying to make ocs and perhaps even make team(s) of some sorts!! headcanons, worldbuilding, canon divergence, etc, i enjoy all of it!!

my favorite ships are arkos, blacksun, flora fun, lancaster, emercury, seamonkeys, ebiwood, martial arcs, freezerburn, ladybug, and monochrome! i do not play or cater to robyn hill or her huntresses, cinder fall, winter schnee, jacques schnee, etc. i enjoy all times of shipping, regarding all genders involved. oc / oc, canon / canon / and oc / canon are all very dear to me.

given the nature of rwby, please expect angst, action, and other related themes! smut (involving only characters of age) is a plus! if you’re interested, please interact or message me and i will get back to you! 🌹

like & asker will find you !

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