#whitley schnee smut

[rwby-taboo]

What are some of the RWBY ships that you wish would have more content?

I'd love to see more of the following:

Blake/Ghira

Whitley/Willow

Nicholas/Willow

At least incest-wise.

Haven't really thought about other ships, so perhaps I'll put a pin in this for now.

[oprp]

Why is it whenever I see Whitley I think 'braty breedable twink'!?

I MEAN DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN!

[epic-arc]

Double Overtime

Jaune was coming back from a mission and would enter her dorm until she saw ruby ​​wearing a version of her uniform from the beacon era but she would be squeezing her highlighting her breasts and body and yang was on her side wearing the ruby ​​uniform from altas and jaune was flushed and confused by the sight.

Ruby: Hey Jaune!!! Wich rose do you like? ❤

Yang: No need to choose! We're both down for some double overtime! ❤❤

Jaune was totally embarrassing so he put his hand on his chin thoughtfully and would look at ruby ​​so much for yang and it sounded in his head when he saw the thighs of the two ''Ballistics'' When he was going to say something he felt a hand on his head and appeared beside him weiss wearing a sexier version of her dress.

Weiss: Sorry ruby. Jaune is busy right now.~

There was in the hallway behind weiss, Willow wearing the beacon uniform but because of her body it would be tight highlighting her curves and breasts, Winter wearing a v neck dress that highlighted her breasts, Whitley was wearing pigtails and long stockings and a altas uniform and you could tell the boy's face was so flushed.

Weiss: Absolutely drowning in the schnee pussy~.

[questionable-intimacies]

MAN OF THE HOUSE

The musky aroma of Willow Schnee's ripe body was the only thing that her son, Whitley, noticed. It was a unique perfume of alcohol, expensive moth-eaten silk, and the copious sweat of an unfulfilled, unsatisfied slut.

That odor was a constant with Willow, much like her alcoholism. In the confines of the four-poster bed of Willow's bedroom, however, naked save for her unrivaled beauty and the garters that held up what remained of a pair of satin stockings. Willow's scent was free to mingle with the ruined bed sheets, the musty abandonment that infused the walls of the room, and Whitley's naked lust which ran in copious streams down his slender chest before it pooled in the pit where his pale, down covered ram plundered his mother's endless, swampy depths. More lust flooded freely down Willow's thighs every time Whitley bottomed out against his mother's back.

"My man!" Willow said as her hips ground against Whitley's crotch, "My strong, courageous man! Show me your strength and fuck me!"

Willow abruptly groaned with an animal howl of undeniable emotion and raw sensation that boiled up from between her legs and up her spine and belly. Her wide hips and back tossed ferociously like a stuck mare before she doubled over and groaned again into the pile of thick pillows stacked beneath her.

From behind, Whitley gritted his teeth and groaned as well. It was a yell of extreme, muscular exertion and represented Whitley's exercise of all his strength to pull back on Willow's arms and ride out her frenetic orgasm without getting pulled down onto the bed. If Whitley hits the sheets, he won't be able to get up again, and it is proof of his skill as a horseman that he kept his balance through that ordeal.

At the end of Willow's orgasm, however, Whitley was thoroughly smashed and he had to rest himself against Willow's sweat-drenched back. The rise and fall of her back against Whitley's chest sent a wave of warmth down to the marrow of his bones, and he would have fallen asleep had Willow not stirred, placed her wet, slurred lips close to Whitley's head and said.

"My man, my glorious, fabulous man! So much stronger than your father ~!"

The impact of his adultery and the fact that he had taken the wife of the man he respected most flared in Whitley's mind and sent a wave of shame through his slender frame. He pushed tight against Willow so that her body could cover his nakedness and said,

"I am your son, mother. Not an emotional tampon for your dissatisfaction with father."

Willow responded with a sharp yank on Whitley's hair and forced him to look into her eyes.

"You are my man! Even if you are not, you are the only man in this family after your father! You must prove yourself, whatever the circumstances, you must prove yourself!"

Forced to behold his mother's body, forced to look away from the insane lust that blazed in her once matronly face, the fact that his mother was a wretched wreck of a woman slapped him across the cheek. Her skin was still a perfect, porcelain pale save for the thin blue veins across the tips of her breasts which ruined the cold tundra landscape. Those same breasts were heavy and ripe but hung slightly loose down her sides and exposed the valley of her cleavage. The pouch of belly fat that was always hidden by the corsets she wore fell obscene across her hips, and added a vulgar manner to the white bush that crowned the triangle of flesh that quivered in damp anticipation.

Willow was in a wretched state then, and that was what made Whitley want her most of all.

Willow squealed as Whitley forced her back against the bed and plunged fully into her depths with renewed vigor. The force of Whitley's assault made a horrendous din whenever the bedframe struck the bedroom wall. A din overshadowed by the bestial harmony that swelled from between the bodies of Willow and Whitley. To call those noises animalistic would be a disservice to the beasts of the field and the farm. No animal at their most primal could fall to the depths of the degeneracy plunged by mother and son that torrid night.

Whitley's masculine performance that night could not be outdone, but his untrained and inexperienced body soon proved no match for Willow. Undoubtedly, Willow was far past her prime as a woman. Yet the ardor within her belly burned hot enough to melt the finest blades a man could raise against her. As Whitley struck Willow down, again and again, his back had unknowingly begun to arch farther and farther backward. He had lost control over the rhythm of his thrusts, and he had eagerly overextended his reserves in his wanton abandon.

There then was a painful, paralyzing lurch deep in Whitley's bowels, and the brave hero was struck down before the finish line.

"NO!" Willow said as the sudden paralysis of her son's efforts broke the woman out of her lust-fueled stupor. She had gotten close, but her son had betrayed her expectations and ruined that night's rapturous work.

"Be strong, Whitley!" Willow said again as she spat into her hand and shoved it down between her legs. With clumsy desperation, she alternated furiously between an attempt to bring herself over the edge, and tried to hold her son's eruption back for just a few seconds more.

"Aren't you a man, Whitley?! A strong man?! Show me that you are a man! Fight!"

Helplessly, Whitley lunged forward to kiss his mother on the lips before his weakened, exhausted cock was defeated and he broke just short of his mother's gates. Admirably, Whitley did not give up even at the end. He planted kisses on Willow's face and pawed desperately at her breasts. He even attempted to use his fingers to accomplish what his cock failed to do. It was all in vain, however, and Whitley could only embrace Willow as his loss was indelibly stamped into his body as he quivered, spasmed, and finally fell still.

When Whitley was finally able to get back up, any hopes he had were dashed when he beheld Willow as she lay flat on her back. The marks of their love duel still marked Willow; her hair was disheveled and matted, fluids oozed lazily down her thigh, and her breasts were bared to her son. However, Willow had one hand draped over her face, and her face was turned resolutely to the side.

Willow did not respond when Whitley tried to kiss her, and in his frustrated anger he cursed Willow with all the breath he could muster; Whitley cursed her insensitive womb and her temptress's ways, cursed the burden she had placed upon him, and cursed her deception that brought him to this humiliation.

When Whitley could think of nothing more to say, he petulantly drove his cock into Willow again. Willow once again did not respond and allowed her son to vent himself against her body until the weakness came over him again after a few meager thrusts. With one final act of pettiness, he straddled Willow and lashed a watery rope of pale seed across Willow's breasts. Finally, spent, Whitley fell alongside his mother's body and fell asleep.

[n6918]

Ruby, walks in: whoa what happened to them?

Blake, starring at a nose bleeding Nora and Weiss: they walked in on Ren and Jaune 69ing each other. At least that’s what I can gather from the screams and mumblings I��ve herded.

Nora: so~ muscular~

Weiss: so hot~

Ruby: ahhh~ frist time seeing your bf suck a cock, Weiss? I remember mine, your brother was so embarrassed~

Weiss: yeass~ so embaRRASSSSS! What do you mean MY BROTHER! OSCAR WHAT DID YOU DO!

Somewhere Else

Whitley, receiving angry text messages from Weiss: I think she found out

Oscar: was going to happen eventually

Jaune: don’t worry I will talk her down

Oscar/Whitley: ……… ah Jaune?

[salemdominance]

In a reality where Faunus lost the War and remained slaves to the Humans, Kali is Whitley Schnee's personal maid.

Kali smirked, riding Whitley reverse cowgirl, he was absolute enraptured by her large ass. She rode him perfectly until she felt him about to cum when suddenly she went absolutely wild, slamming her ass back until he came with a shout.

The Faunus lost the war...but they were winning the culture, as humans simply couldn't resist Faunus bodies anymore.

[oprp]

I’m gonna be real with you, even before we knew a lot about Whitley I’ve only that about him as a bratty femboi that needs to be put in his place.

Well... I mean your right. Son of the richest man in remnant dose kinda put him in that category hahaha

But I mean I didn't expect how much! He love to wear these tiny riding shorts and flash me well were out. Just daring me to take him somewhere to teach him a lesson.

I mean I'm a switch at heart, but all I want to do when he's like that is bend him in half and breed that Schnee bussy! If he wants that, and he usually does, why can't he be a good boy and ask instead of teasing me.

[littlelewdmable]

Questioning

Whitley: Hello, Zwei.

Zwei: Hey Whitley. What's up?

Whitley: Nothing particularly interesting. You?

Zwei: Just waiting for the rest of my team.

Whitley: Interesting. Interesting.

Whitley: Have you ever though about having sex with a man before?

Zwei: W-what?

Whitley: Sex with a man. Would you like to participate in that act?

Zwei: ...I-I haven't really thought about it before.

Whitley: Would it affect you opinion if the man were feminine in appearance and clothing? A femboy, if you will.

Zwei: I umm, I think I see my team over there... I'll see you later. *Leaves*

Whitley: ...

Weiss: Your flirting is terrible.

Whitley: I'm aware.

[questionable-intimacies]

Whitley's meeting

Whitley had cleared his day to give this meeting his full attention. According to the grapevine in Whitley's club, speaking to Cinder Fall, the new CEO of Salem Inc., was profitable for its sake. The merger Cinder had proposed with the Schnee Dust Corporation was also remarkably lucrative for costs so manageable that slave labor had to be involved. As the cherry on the split, Cinder had offered Whitley the services of Emerald Sustrai, her secretary.

Whitely had, at first, wondered about that spicy-sweet scent the dark-skinned woman wore when she entered the conference room by Cinder’s side.

Now, as Whitley pressed his naked, sweat-slicked chest down on Emerald’s equally naked and sweat-slicked back and breathed out the urge to lose himself in the marshy riptide that dribbled sticky and free down the inside of Emerald’s thighs, Whitley could not resist burying his face into the steaming pit under Emerald’s arm and filling his brain to buzzing with the pungent, homely smell.

Whitley had only intended to satisfy his curiosity, scents being the one thing that Whitley noticed above all else during his moments of intimacy. However, when Emerald’s body kicked abruptly against Whitley’s, Whitley could have written down the composition of Emerald’s perfume by the time he bent the furiously clenching filly face-first over the long conference room table, and forced down her intense orgasm with both his cock throbbing hilt deep up Emerald’s cunt, and a series of softly insistent kisses along Emerald’s back up to her neck.

“My, my. Most men don’t last after one of Emerald’s orgasms.”

Cinder’s voice had the quality of making Whitley think twice about having his cock smothered in Emerald’s pussy while he talked business with Cinder. With a long, fierce kiss, Whitley pulled out of Emerald and left her bent over the conference room table, silently fuming about her deflated state before Cinder Fall.

Whitley, meanwhile, fell back into his seat at the head of the conference table just across from where Emerald was. Cinder was not far behind as she perched herself carefully on the armrest of Whitley’s chair and ran her nails up and down Whitley’s thigh.

“I’m sure now, Mr. Schnee, that we are on the same page regarding my proposal?”

Whitley leaned back in his chair and grunted approvingly at the feeling of Cinder’s fingers across his skin. He did not turn to look at Cinder directly because, from where Whitley sat, all he would see would be down Cinder’s open shirt and her cleavage, and it all felt to Whitley like an exercise in futility.

Whitley did, however, languidly raise his hand and, matching the pace of Cinder’s fingers on his thigh, traced the curve of Cinder’s breasts with his knuckles. Whitley then said.

“Honestly, Ms Fall, your proposal is as sound as it reasonably could be. But coming from a company with only months of operation? You came highly recommended, no doubt. However, agreeing to this deal would be …”

Whitley cast around for the best way to express himself and then found himself staring down Cinder’s shirt.

“… Would be diving headfirst into a pit of complications.”

Cinder stood up and walked around to face Whitley. Cinder then started to unzip her skirt.

“Mr. Schnee, your concerns are reasonable but unfounded. Salem Incorporated stock has held a steady increment since the last financial quarter. Not to mention the fact that I have come to meet you with naked sincerity.”

Cinder’s skirt was left on the floor, leaving her sincerity in Whitley’s full view. All Cinder wore were black garters, frilled stockings, and a dark patch of hair between her thighs trimmed into a diamond. Cinder then smiled, straddled Whitley’s lap, and tickled Whitley’s cock with the stiff patch of hair that covered the patch of flesh beneath Cinder’s toned belly.

Finally, Cinder guided Whitley’s hands onto her breasts and said.

“I’m sure you can see that the proposal is rich with opportunity for the both of us.”

Cinder’s words traced circles in Whitley’s mind while his thumbs traced circles around Cinder’s nipples through both her shirt and her bra. Cadolle, if Whitley was not mistaken.

“Your argument is truly heavy with reason and good sense,” Whitley mumbled softly as the heat from Cinder’s body focused Whitley’s attention down between his legs, “how could I say no?”

“Excellent!” Cinder said before she shot forward and kissed Whitley. Whitley was at full mast in an instant, and as Cinder’s kiss deepened, Whitley stripped Cinder’s shirt off her shoulder and reached around Cinder’s back to unclip Cinder’s bra.

Cinder slid her hips forward, and her pussy swallowed Whitley’s cock whole. A devastating wave of heat and soup-thick wetness flattened Whitley’s defenses, and before Whitley could pull himself together, Cinder pinned Whitley’s hands to the chair above his head.

“Apologies. I’m shy.”

Cinder then began to ride Whitley. More machine than any woman, pleasure coming recklessly fast from all sides at once together with the stamina of a generator. Whitley was helpless, and as he fought to resist Cinder, he caught glimpses of Emerald sitting on the table she was previously lying on, watching Cinder at work. At the same time, Emerald's dark hand plunged again and again into the wetness between her legs, and the pale tips of her darksome breasts were as painfully erect as Whitley, engulfed in Cinder's belly.

Whitley was soon at the edge, pinned by thighs that burned to the touch, and begging both himself and Cinder for another second, another moment, a miracle to turn the tables. Whitley managed to resist Cinder’s best efforts to tip him over. The stalemate dragged on for a few more minutes, and Cinder grew tired of the game; she stopped riding Whitley and leaned forward so that Whitley could see the gentle rise and fall of her breasts snug in her bra.

“You know something, boy?” Cinder whispered to Whitley, “I am waiting for the man who could make me cum, and shave me … down there.”

Whitley gasped as he stared down at Cinder’s pussy, then up into Cinder’s wicked gold eyes.

“Unfortunately, you are not that man.”

Whitley’s cock spasmed once more as he could no longer resist. Desperately, Whitley tried to bury himself as deep as he could into Cinder. Unfortunately, Cinder was too quick for Whitley's sex-dulled reflexes, and the warm tightness of Cinder’s body was replaced with the wholly less impressive pressure of Emerald’s breasts.

“No!” Whitley squealed, “please!”

White ropes of cum exploded out from between Emerald’s cleavage. Whitley bucked and bellowed helplessly while Cinder smiled indulgently at his side as she watched Emerald pay back Whitley for making her cum.

When Whitley was finally empty, Emerald stuck her tongue out at the whipped Schnee and spread her breasts so that the last thing Whitley would see was his cum oozing impotently down Emerald’s dark chest.

First mother, Whitley fumed to himself hours after Cinder and Emerald had left; now Cinder Fall. All this is getting out of hand!

At length, Whitley rolled his eyes and spoke into an intercom as he dressed.

“Ms Amitola, please get me the latest financials for Salem Incorporated.”

Whitley then looked down at his naked legs and added.

“Also, I’ll be needing you for an hour to help clean up this mess in the conference room."

[n6918]

Could we maybe get some Whitley x Raven breeding headcanon ?

Lewd RWBY Headcanno Caged Bird (Whitley x Raven)

After rescuing the rich boy from his crash airship, she decided to hold Whitley for ransom. Well waiting for the money to arrive, Raven decided to have some fun. Little did she know that first flash up her skirt and foot job was going to be one of many.

After becoming pregnant with the young Schnee’s child, Reven learned about their unique semblance in the family. And decided that it would be best for the tribe to have many more of these warriors. Ann took on the role of breeding her, some strong kids from Whitley. But only if he agreed, the boy didn’t take long to decide having grown attached to her. but the video they made showing them taking the money and fucking on top of it that they sent back to his father was hilarious. 

Whitley has grown to love ravens scent, he most enjoys it after she comes back after a long day; and he is instructed to pleasure her, when she lifts her skirt. Being squashed between those legs and smelling her sweat, they can’t help but getting intoxicated by it.

Whitley used to feel embarrassed about having to wear only a loincloth, but after figuring out to give his mistress, easy access to play with him, he didn’t mind so much. He also suspected that she liked showing off to the rest of the tribe. All the hickeys and bite marks that she left on him.

When Raven invites others of the tribe to breed on Whitley cock, she always sits on his face covering hit with her skirt; the moans of him being pleasured, pleasuring her, while she plays with the girl. Whitley has unfortunately passed out a couple times because she forgot to leave him enough room to breathe, not that he minded very much. 

[writerofhades]

Headcanno for Ruby x Whitley x Oscar?

White Rose Garden SFW/NSFW Headcanons

(The characters in this are over 18)

SFW Headcanons

After the Salem wars, Ruby and Oscar decided to live in Atlas for a bit to help rebuild the city with the Schnees and Happy Huntresses. After a few months of this Whitley began to gain a crush on Oscar and eventually a crush on Ruby.

Occasionally, Whitley would offer to help the farm boy work out. This is just a way for him to see Oscar shirtless and allows him to admire their muscles..

Ruby and Whitley had been known to bond over baking, specifically cookies, and the reconstruction of Atlas academy when they helped.

When a fundraiser party happens, Whitley is known to drink due to the looks he gets for being the son of Jacques Schnee. As a result, Ruby and Oscar are known to help Whitley to bed. Which is where lewd fun originates.

NSFW Headcanons

The first time the three spent the night together it was definitely fun for them. It went some like this: Whitley moaned as he felt himself being pushed against Ruby. His asshole stretched and widened around Oscar's thick member as he licked and suckled on Ruby's wettening pussy. Whitley really knew what being full was at the end of that night.

Now as routine, after Whitney helps either Ruby or Oscar work out they always have him join them in the shower. They end getting a lot more dirty than clean.

On their day's off, Ruby and Oscar often cuddle Whitley, nude, and sandwich him between them. Whitley does enjoy being between the two.

Whitley and Ruby considers themselves size queens. In both height and length. Which is why they teasure Oscar, their 7 foot tall huntsman, with a member that make a horse self-conscious.

[n6918]

After ruby has had her fun with Weiss's feminized whore she takes him to Blake for in an outfit of Blake's choosing

Whitley now knelt between the dark haired Faunus thighs. Dressed only in a purple collar with a leash that she held, and a blindfold covering his eyes. His other clothing were thigh high black socks and a tail protruding from his cute femboy butt. Blake his babysitter well Weiss was out, was putting the rich boys tong to good use. Turning up the vibrators that she had attached to his cage, causing him to moan straight into her; she moaned and response as she pulled on the leash.

[doomalade]

Alright then

Here’s some of the RWBY smut fics I have formed ideas about:

I might never write these but hey man, fuck it

Family Bonding

Enabler: The whole joke is that Patch is Remnant's Alabama and incest is common there. Ruby and Yang start dating. Hella romance

Schneecest Schneesome: Jacques gets put in jail and Whitley becomes the man of the house forming a tiny harem with his sisters and mother.

Bellabondage: Ghira dominating Kali and Blake.

Arc Harem: Jaune gets a harem but this time it’s all of his sisters (including Terra). Adrian might be his son???

It’s a Branwen thing: Qrow and Raven then Raven and Yang. Bandits are something else.

RWBY: Amity but Horny

-Nora's Arc: A one-shot lewd connecting to my main AU fanfic where Jaune and Nora enjoy each other after their wedding and make a baby.

-Holy Bun: Self-explanatory. Cardin and Velvet have hot steamy kinky sex. Could also possibly be like Nora's Arc??

-The Power of Tongues: Blake x Ilia. Self-explanatory.

-White Fang: Ilia, Sienna, Kali, Trifa, or Blake submit to human cock and become pets. That or femboy Adam.

-White Fang 2: Schnee Boogaloo: Adam, Banesaw, Yuma, or Ghira dominate the Schnee women and make them pets. Fictional raceplay, all the kinkiness without immediate moral questionability. (Okay look, it’s a lot deeper of a topic than that and I have been wanting to make posts outside of RWBY stuff that’s just like my views on the world)

-Racism: Ilia, Blake, or/and Velvet become Cardin’s pets.

Cardinposting

-Oscar, Whitley, Jaune, and Ren become Good Girls: Jaune feminizes Oscar, Whitley, Jaune, and Ren.

-Rightful Heir: Cardin and the Schnee women.

-The NTR one: Cardin gets with Nora and Pyrrha and makes Jaune and Ren watch.

Oscar Gets Milk

Oscar and a harem of MILFs. Self explanatory.