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Greetings. My name is Weiss Schnee. I'm a Huntress and a member of team RWBY. I hail from a world called Remnant, and I was once a citizen of the kingdom of Atlas.
I tend to wear my hair in different ways. Why don't you tell me which style you think suits me best?
To learn the ins and outs of this resort, mostly. And of course, get back to Remnant, where my friends are.
With regard to the games here? Let's just say I'd like to upgrade my suite.
For combat related talents, I am an exceptional fencer and my swordsmanship is beyond compare. My Semblance allows me to create Glyphs, as well, which make me capable of performing feats like making shields and platforms, time dilation, or summoning creatures that are under my command. I'm also very proud to say that I know a thing or two about making weaponry; I did, after all, design my own weapon.
Of course, I'm not just all work and no play. I'm a skilled artist, with a talent for dancing, playing the piano, songwriting, and singing. I've performed in front of my kingdom many, many times, and even my fellow students at Beacon loved my performances.
You should also see how 🥨flexible🥨 I can be.
I've read many books since I was a child, as reading is one of my favourite past times. The classics never get old, such as: The Boy Who Fell From the Sky, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Corpse Doctor, amongst others.
I tend not to watch movies, and I only do so when people invite me out. As such, I don't really have a favourite. Maybe you can invite me to watch a movie with you and change my mind? 👉👈
When it comes to my taste in music, I do enjoy operas and ballads, but I've also branched out and have been listening to pop and rock songs. There's just rap which I don't quite understand...
And lastly, for food, I am typically not a very picky eater. I like to eat light and healthy, so salads, quinoa, and granola are in my usual diet. I do love frozen yoghurt best, though! Especially blueberry flavoured frozen yoghurt. That would be my favourite. And crepes, of course!
I haven't had time to sit down and think of what kind of partner is ideal for me. Of course, somebody mature would be best, because I have no interest in childish things. Someone who will look out for me, give me attention and affection, and call me a good girl. 💙💙💙
Someone I can have an intellectual conversation with over either coffee or tea, or someone who can challenge me and push me to my limits would be best. I'd like to grow as a person as well, after all.
Cocktails
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Neither!
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Baths
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
I think this highly depends on the context
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter!
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Classified
ESTJ-A
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hold during sex. ]I felt like picking at random.
[ So if Weiss plucks a romantic tag? Of course she was going to get a genuine answer from him. Feeling her shift her leg so that there's a little more room for him to work with, she gets exactly what she's inviting from him. Especially when his hand vanishes up the back of her skirt, caressing up...and down, slowly but surely gliding further up until... ]
Whites and blues...
[ Ragna, yearning to keep his eyes on her, gives his girl just as much access as she's given him, his fingertips flirting over the cute garter she mentioned while she kisses him on the neck. His spine tingles- a sensitive spot on him for sure. The featheresque kisses up the side of his face? Less ticklish but more sweet. Until she reaches his ear, the warmth of her breath washing over his shell as Weiss earns a very generous, shuddered sigh out of her boyfriend she's laying atop of.
Patience. No complaints. So long as she didn't mind if she felt something hard and thick poking into her as her voice turns him on. At the same time, his hand smooths over her panty-clad ass, as if he could just commit that white pair to memory without actually seeing them.
And then he squeezes. ]
Yeah...though I'll never say no to a refresher. [ A beat. Another caress of her butt before his fingers glide towards the inside of her thigh. ] Maybe after movie night?
[ Right. "After". ]
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[ After movie night? That does sound like the right time for Ragna to have a look. They're going to be busy watching a movie, after all, and their attention is going to be focused on the movie. At least, in a perfect and ideal world, that's what they would be doing during movie time... ]
I might be too tired after the movie. [ Even though she'll just be chilling and watching, it's clearly tooo exhausting! He gets it, probably.
She tries to reach for the nearest set of questions so she can fish one out and read it. If it means Ragna's hand on her thigh goes up to her ass again because of it, then so be it. It's not like she's being shy about where she's allowing his hands on her, anyway. ]
I'm not asking you what you're wearing... [ God, that'd be boring. She just knows what kind of answer Ragna might say. So as she looks as what's written on the card, her eyes widen. ] Ooh, this is good!
Have you ever had a wet dream? [ Blue eyes fall on those mismatched crimson calamitous eyes of his. A knowing smirk is across her lips because she knows he's had at least one. Who hasn't??? 😏 ] Tell me about it.
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[ But Weiss was correct. His answer would likely be boring. Hell, he was a smartass about it with Robin, telling her how harrowing it'd be if he asked her what she was wearing, only to flatly answer that she's wearing a dress and they were moving on. Besides, what she was wearing was far more titillating for him. Not to mention as she reaches for the questions and slides her body down his, his hand is nestled right on her ass. That's giving him all the ample, generous room he could ask for to take a wild guess to how those laced panties looked in his mind's eye.
He's slow about it. Methodical. Teasing in the way his fingers flirt with the idea of sliding beneath the backside to glide over smooth skin, only to let out a longing sigh. The longer this keeps up, the harder it was going to be to not use this room for its intended purpose. But that just made the payoff at the end of these mingled dates all the more worth it. It made the core of his diamond tattoo thrum with a deepened heat. He wasn't close to a dangerous activation, but it was responding- as was the rest of his body to her when she shoots him a challenging smirk upon asking for his wet dream. ]
I...uh...
[ Slower now, his fingers strumming along her panty-clad ass without actively taking a possessive squeeze of it. And he feels himself twitching in his pants, stirring at the revival of those dirty thoughts. She's calling him out. Because of course who hasn't? Especially here. The only difference was...
Well. This one was embarrassing. Because usually when someone has a wet dream? That's it. One typically woke up shortly after. She'd feel his body running warmer beneath her, and a strained sigh as he bids himself to get comfortable as he looks into her eyes. Fine. If this is how they're going to play it?
He asked for it by asking what she was wearing. Taking things in such a sordid direction. Now he was going to make sure she knew it. What kind of wet dreams has she had? About him? About anyone else? About being teamed between two or more players? But one of the dreams that sticks out in his mind is one that was sparked by her in stages. Leaning up for her, he cants his head as he kisses her, languid and slow, tongue rolling out in a bid to taste hers as excitement threatens to boil over within him. A squeeze of her ass later and... ]
This one...just wouldn't stop.
We were somewhere...probably a room at the Ugly Duckling. [ The school... ] You were bent over the desk asking for extra credit...
[ And, well, since she asked... ]
You had me cumming buckets, dripping all over the floor while you were getting fucked from behind. [ A more assertive caress of her panty-clad backside, all the while Ragna was doing such a good job of lying still for her. Being patient, both physically and mentally. ] You took it like a good little student...but. Then I blinked, and when I thought I woke up...we were back in that shower in your old suite.
[ He swallows. He throbs just thinking about it, face flush a burning crimson with hot and aroused shame. Feeding her into that vivid wet fantasy she sparked all that time ago. All it took was her wanting to thank him in that shower, on her knees. ]
After you got me cumming again with a blowjob, you kept...rubbing my cock against your tits while jacking me.
[ And that's when he remembers, as thoroughly wrecked as he was in that dream because of her, Weiss hadn't been talking obscenely or dirty with him throughout it. Spills of curses, maybe, but suddenly Ragna lets out a deep chuckle from his chest as he smirks right back up at her. As dirty of a wet dream as he's given to Weiss after everything they'd been through together, while she was slapping his cock against her perky breasts and rubbing herself against him...
What's so funny? ]
I remember you saying something like, "Don't worry. It'll wash off."
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So... if it wouldn't stop, that means you dreamt about this a bunch of times?
[ She's curious, but the way she prolongs that "soooooo" sounds so teasing, too. He really is so crazy about her; she's called it from day one, even if she didn't really mean it back then. All's well that ends well though. Weiss never thought that she'd be into Ragna romantically, but here they are. Here she is, battling her fears and going beyond self-imposed rules that she placed upon herself to survive in this place.
Weiss adds another question after that, too. Ragna's hand is on her ass; while he isn't doing anything sexual just yet, she just knows that his mind is likely to go overdrive soon. He's getting excited because of his own thoughts, and he's going to get called out for it. ]
And just talking about it now is getting you hard?
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In parts. Bits and pieces. Some longer than others...
[ He dreamt of it all. But none of it remained as just that. They were fresh in his thoughts. Invasive even in his day-to-day living around the Golden Peacock. A single burning hum of his suit, a pang of a reminder, and he can be thinking about it all over again. And there's a part of him that was tempted to flip the script right back on her. Especially when the two of them were both defying any self-imposed rules they would have dared place on themselves.
Because it wasn't just Weiss who went against everything she said she wouldn't do. But Ragna. This was forbidden for him. A self-imposed exile of affection knowing that nothing good could ever come from letting someone get this close to him. That the power that he holds wouldn't discriminate and that it'd only hurt and take away. That Ragna's been living in an ideal dream for so long thanks to this damned world, that there's a part of him that never wanted to go back to being without this. Without her.
Defying what he shouldn't be doing never felt so good. She's sent him into overdrive. He is excited because of his own thoughts.
Yet it wasn't as simple as that. She's the driving force behind them all. So much so that when she asks him if he's getting hard talking about it now... ]
Think it'd be weirder if I DIDN'T get hard.
[ After all, the way that she's comfortably lying on top of him, she'd have to scoot down just a little more before she could feel him, thickening and bulging in his pants. But he doesn't force her to slide further down his body. His subtle caressing of her ass and the deepened tone of his voice that just screams of how badly he wants her (how he's always wanted her) do the work. ]
Maybe you should find out for yourself.
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No, no, your honesty speaks wonders.
[ She could sooo easily find out, but she only shakes her head ever so softly. There's no need for any big movements now. ]
So... do you want to try it sometime? [ There's a knowing smile on her face when she asks that, because Ragna doesn't have to answer the question directly. ] Not now, of course, but when we've got more time to ourselves.
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[ But it's in jest at this stage. Once their elongated time in here was over, Ragna was going to have to step out of these pods and mingle with someone else. Would he play by the rules? Find any excuse to get out? Find a reason to get whoever was on the other side of the pod out with him? Who was to say? At this stage of their lives, it's been about making each day as comfortable as possible despite the tumultuous nature of this haunted, gilded resort.
Because for what felt like the first time in a long time in Ragna's life, he's been given a reason to want to take things easy.
If Weiss was even asking...whether she expects a direct answer or not, he first answers her with a lean up to steal her breath again with a kiss. Short-lived yet just as filled with yearning, he tastes her once more before he slips back to look up at her. ]
Trust me. Next heat of the moment? We're gonna. [ It wasn't about a "want". And as much as he could keep talking dirty to her, filling her pretty little head with promises of just how much attention she was going to get from him and the way she gets his own body going... He's gotta behave. ] I'll text you first thing when this whole mingle officially stops.