#shemirrored

[huntsman-ash]

From The Meme Post

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She’d asked for it…and he was entirely down for it. Bukakke the former Schnee Heiress? Why the fuck not!

“Been saving up for this one…” Ash noted with a slight grin, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing from where his fingers gripped hsi manhood. She was so pale…would he even show up?

The thought just made him HARDER and pushed him further and then- “Oh FUUUCKKK…” Hot, sticky cum sprayed across Weiss’s toned middle and her smooth thighs.

“Woooff…”

[fumusdamnatorum]

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East...have to go east. 

East has lead him north. The way the trip has been going, from Anima to Solitas, it feels like Silas is revisiting old ghosts of the past. From the swamps to the supposed city of dreams, he found himself within Atlas. Opening his scroll, he opens up an image of an individual responsible for putting him through hell and then some. Now would be a good time for payback. 

Only if it were that easy. Instead, he’s in Atlas, running whatever jobs he can come by in hopes of identifying the SDC official he is after by pure luck. His luck, however, ceased to change...until he bumped into someone. 

“Excuses me, miss...” he reaches down for the scroll that fell on the floor. “Sorry, but I think you dropped this.

[stormfloret]

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     The moment Ren was about to apologize for his cold fingers, he touched Weiss’ skin and felt an even cooler temperature under his fingertips. How Weiss managed to be so cold, yet still comfortable, was beyond him. Standing behind her, he unclasped her bolero with steady hands, and very gently pulled it back over her shoulders, letting it simply slip down her arms. Folding it semi-neatly, he set it at the foot of the bed and moved on to her dress.

He stayed quiet as he laid her hair over the front of her shoulder, and he rested one hand on her waist as if to signal that he was going to be touching her more. He stepped just a bit closer to undo the belt around her waist, letting it unravel into his palm, and it came to join her jacket on the bed. Next, he unclasped the back of her dress and let it pool to the floor around her ankles.

“Sit,” he instructed softly, pressing a kiss to Weiss’ bare shoulder before walking over to the bag in which she kept her plain nightgown. Pulling it out, he moved to stand in front of her, and eased it over her head to slip down her body. Once she was comfortably covered, Ren knelt down and began to untie the ribbons on her shoes.

“If you need me tonight,” he murmured, taking her shoes off and setting them beside the bed, “I can stay with you until you fall asleep.” His now-warm fingers brushed against her calf before he stood up once more. He looked over her for a moment, and then gently removed the decorative pin from her hair. He held it in his hand and looked down at it curiously. Hesitation ate at his throat.

“May I... brush out your hair?”

[dawnblxde]

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OF NOCTIS’S LIPS

“This is pretty accurate.” 

[strykingback]

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“Oh Hey! It’s you again! Um Whaddya’ need from me? Some of my notes, t-they’re a bit messy and all and I just- Mmmm..” Blade said in a shy voice moving to grab his notes from his bag and flipping through them as fast as he could. 

[metalpetals-a]

@shemirrored​ - weiss schnee.

Her usual chair in the Ace Ops’ meeting room has never felt as uncomfortable and imprisoning as it did before now. 

She’d been the first boots on the ground and yet one of the last groups evac’ed out of Mantle, and it shows from the tired slump of her shoulders and the slightly glazed look in silver eyes as she stares far off at something in the distance nobody else can see. 

Her report’s already been made. She doesn’t even react as the arguing between the Atlesian military officers grows in volume around the table, and she sits stilly in the disarrayed chair by the front of the screen with a scuffed AK-200 rifle leaned against her knee -- her only weapon tonight after she’d optimistically left Crescent Rose in her room. 

Sweat makes her skin sticky. Her gloves are still stained with Fiona’s flaky dried blood and bits of Grimm dust that have stuck to her. A cut above her eyebrow has left her own blood trickling slightly and sluggishly, part of it wiped away and smeared against her forehead, but she doesn’t even make a move yet to find a first aid kit. 

Ruby just blinks slowly and takes a deep breath. She wishes her team was here. She wishes she could speak up and ask if her presence is really necessary anymore, even though she knows it isn’t, but guilt and responsibility in equal measure keep her lips sealed. 

[huntsman-ash]

shemirrored replied to your post: 14A {just for the content really}

i was not expecting that and i was the one who sent it !

I think there’s a couple floating around, I probably grabbed the wrong one.  That said, I like it. Seems kind of...fitting, for how I see Ash and Weiss theoretically interacting.

[huntsman-ash]

14A {just for the content really}

She’d asked for it...and he was entirely down for it. Bukakke the former Schnee Heiress? Why the fuck not!

“Been saving up for this one...” Ash noted with a slight grin, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing from where his fingers gripped hsi manhood. She was so pale...would he even show up?

The thought just made him HARDER and pushed him further and then-“Oh FUUUCKKK...”Hot, sticky cum sprayed across Weiss’s toned middle and her smooth thighs. 

“Woooff...”