The Bar Maid
Elm: Hi down there; Up for another drink, or have you had enough?
Jaune: That depends, I'm quite enjoying the view down here, so if I'm going to have a another drink, would you care to share one with me, Mountain Lass?
Elm: Oh my~!
Smol Jaune MFK: Elm, Harriet, Winter
Smol Juane: MFK
Jaune: Alrighty then… If I must play this game, then I shall; To start off, I would like to marry you, Miss Winter Schnee.
Winter: R-Really? M-M-Me?! Why me?
Jaune: I am am a man of class, and I would desire to marry a woman of such equal class such as a lady as yourself my love.
Winter: O-Oh… oh my~!
Elm: Oh smooth~!
Jaune: If I must lay with a woman, it would be you, Elm.
Elm: Hell yeah you would~! Just let me get some stretches in beforehand this time.
Winter: T-This time…?
Jaune: And, I would regretfully have to slay you then, Miss Bree.
Harriet: I’d like to see you try, shorty…
Jaune: A duel to the death then? I accept! We shall fight with glory, and honour!
Harriet: Bring it you pint sized twat!
Winter: …
Elm: …
Winter: They’re going to hate fuck aren’t they?
Elm: And, it is going to be so spicy~!
Just read the Smol Jaune au post where he meets Elm and they decide to ‘settle things privately’. Could I ask for a follow up?
Maybe them having been so ‘passionate’ that they broke the bed?
Girls being thirstier for smol Jaune after hearing what he can do?
I Expected Something, But Just Not This!
Winter: Elm? Elm it’s me, Winter. Why weren’t you at…?! OH MY GODS?!!
Inside, Elm’s room she lay on her bed, or what was left of it, as her blanked covered her lower region’s, leaving her impressive bust bare, and open for all the world to see.
Elm: Hi… Winter…
Winter: W-What happened to you?! And, what happened to your bed, It’s mounted in the wall, how is it broken?!
Elm: Remember that fight I was going to have with, Jaune?
Winter: Yes, I do... No! Is this how you decided to settle your... little conflict?!
Elm: Indeed we did, Winter.. Indeed we did, and I lost. Oh, I lost good. So, so, so good~!
Winter: W-What happened...?
Elm: Well, since he’s so small I picked him up, and we started to make out. But, his tongue was completely overpowering me in seconds! I was losing my breath as he was kissing me, I wanted to break the kiss so I could get some air, but I just couldn’t let go. Eventually he let go, and we caught our breath, and he told me to put him, down, and sit on the bed. And, I did no questions asked, I just did as he told me too.
Winter: You just did as he told you to? No resistance what so ever? Just put him down, and sat down on the bed?
Elm: It wasn’t like he told me to do it, it was like he commanded me to do it. And I was more than happy to obey his commands~!
Winter: O-Okay... Then what happened?
Elm: After I sat down, he stripped me from the waist down, spread apart my thighs, and just went to town on me!
Winter: H-he did...?
Elm: I lost count of how many times he made me come. Hell, I lost conscious a few times as he went down on me! And, I loved every second of it! That I was conscious for that is...
Winter: What happened after that?
Elm: He commanded me to strip, so I did. He then strip himself... Good gods I did not expect to see what I saw...
Winter: What did you see...?
Elm: For starters, he is ripped, like seriously ripped! Probably from all the heavy weapons, and armour he was carrying around. But, his sword! Oh gods I wasn’t expecting him to carry two bastard swords...
Winter: T-Two...?
Elm: Then he put it in me: Ahh~! It felt like he was slowly stabbing be in the gut with a knife. And, gods I was loving every second of it~!
Winter: Y-Y-You did…?
Elm: At first, when he started going it felt like I was being hit by a battering ram; Slowly pulling back, then slamming hard against my entrance, then he’d slowly pull back, and then he’d hit me again, and again, and again~! Ahhh~! I never knew going so slow could feel sooo good~!
Winter: Then what happened?
Elm: He started to pick up steam… It was like a steam engine picking up speed; He hit me harder, and faster than before, my body rocked back, and forth as he plowed into me. I couldn’t help, but moan out in ecstasy as he ravaged me with one thrust after another. He then grabbed a hold of my breasts with such a strong grip, and startled to fondled them. My moans only grew louder as he asked me one simple question…
Winter: W-What did he ask…?
Elm: He asked if I wanted him to go faster, and harder than before, that he was going to show me what it really meant to be hit with a jackhammer.
Winter: And, what… D-Did you say yes…?
Elm: I didn’t say yes… I begged him to harder, to go rougher! To break me, and make me his! And, then he did. He slammed his hips against me, and I could feel a jolt of electricity fly up my spine, he then hit me so hard, and so rough I was falling off the bed. I could barely think, he was making my mind going numb from the shear pleasure of it all~! I then activated my semblance to hold me in place. But, he kept pushing me so roughly that the bed was starting to bend, and break from the shear force of his thrusts!
Winter: No way…
Elm: Then… He told me he was about to come… that he was close, he asked me where I wanted it. Care to guess where I wanted it~?
Winter: N-N-No…
Elm: Ahh~! You’re such a shy virgin~!
Winter: Shut up!
Elm: well, after that, we both collapsed on one another; panting for breath, drenched in sweat, and thoroughly pleasured from it all~! Then, he asked me if I enjoyed it. Of course I said, yes. Then he smile, and then said, ‘Good, time for round two~!”
Winter: You didn’t again?!
Elm: No, four times~!
Winter: F-F-Four?!
Elm: Four times~! And, there wasn’t this slow build up, he just went straight to the jackhammer~! At the end of it all, I lost consciousness, he left a lovely note for me, and here I lay, sore but thoroughly satisfied~!
Winter: How satisfied?
Elm: I would still be going at it with him, put there’s just one problem…
Winter: That being?
Elm: I can’t move my legs…
Winter: Oh… Is that a good thing…?
Elm: Why don’t you ask him yourself~?
Winter: …
Winter: T-Tomorrow, I need time… Time to prepare myself for… him…
Elm: Leg stretch’s, Winter lots of leg stretches~! Trust me, you’ll need it… But, you’ll enjoy it anyway.
Winter: Very well. I’ll tell the general you’re take a day off. Good day, Elm, I hope you will heal nicely.
Elm: And, good luck to you, Winter, you’re gonna need it~!
Is Ozpin's surprised by Dwarf Jaune making his own kingdom or is this normal Arc behaviour in they are all born to lead
The Cost of a Crown
Ironwood: Ozpin, we have a situation!
James Ironwood burst into, Ozpin’s office to be met with piles of paper strewed all about his office. Bag, cups, and mugs of coffee were laying about amongst them. And, at a desk covered by both coffee, and paper, a pile of spent pens lay about it. All the while a mad man signed his name again, and again on one piece of paper after the other.
Ironwood: Ozpin?
Ozpin: Leave the papers on the desk… I’ll sign them when I get to them…
Ozpin pay no attention to who was in the room, and just focused on signing whatever was before him.
Ironwood: Ozpin!
James grabbed, Ozpin by the shoulders, shaking him out of his paper signing trance.
Ozpin: Huw…? Oh, Hi, James! H-How is it going…?
Ironwood: Not good, but no where near as bad as you. You look like hell; what happened here? You’re signing blank pieces of paper?
Ozpin: What…? Oh gods I am… Ugh… The hell am I doing…?
Ironwood: W-What’s going on, Ozpin?
Ozpin: Arc… Arc, happened…
Ironwood: Arc? As in, Jaune Arc? The King of the Kingdom Lunaris?
Ozpin: Yes, that short little toadstool of a Huntsman! I sent him on a mission along with his team, and another team to protect a small village, and the dust mine on the outskirts of the village. It was a simple routine mission, perfect for a bunch of first years. But, we received no reports from them in days! Fearing the worst I sent, Glynda along with a third year team to go find them. The third year team returned a day letter with this?!
Ozpin then forced an envelope into, James hand as he broke down on his desk. As he held his head in his hands as he silently plead with the gods that be at what he could have possibly done to deserve this. This time.
James stared at his friend for a moment before deciding he best read the letter contained within.
Ironwood: “Dear Ozpin, I am writing this letter to inform you that as of now, I am tending in my resignation as Deputy Headmistress, and Combat Instructor effectively immediately…” Wait, this is, Glynda’s hand writing?! Did, Glynda quit?! W-Why would she do that?!
Ozpin: Keep reading…
Ironwood: “I have taken up the position as the new, Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy?!” They have a Hunter Academy now?!
Ozpin: Yep… I lost a third of my students to them in three days… I heard, Mantle’s been having similar problems as well…
Ironwood: “I accept this position as the first Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy at the behest of, Jaune Arc the Engraver, King of Lunaris.” The Engraver, what kind of nickname is that?
Ozpin: I believe it’s more of a title, at least that’s what, Oobaleck thinks. Probably something to do with him engraving the history, the rise of, something to do with him building his damn kingdom…
Ironwood: “As such I will be leaving my position at, Beacon for green pastures as they say.” So she quit for a better job opportunity? That doesn’t seem like something, Glynda would do.
Ozpin: It isn’t… But, the next part will also explain why she’s quitting…
Ironwood: This better be good then… “I will also be becoming his Highness Jaune Arc’s first bride, and become the High Queen of Lunaris?!” She’s getting married to that, Arc bastard?! How the hell did this happen?! She’s at least a decade older than him!
Ozpin: Glynda has had a thing for, Mr. Arc since he first arrived here. Apparently it was because of the power, and persona his small stature seemingly emanated from him. As well as his noble, and courteous gentleman like behaviour that she found quite attractive. At least that’s what, Port said…
Ironwood: “I will send you official wedding invitations as soon as the wedding date has been set in stone.” Please tell me that’s not some sort of joke.
Ozpin: Best not to think about it…
Ironwood: “Sincerely, Glynda Goodwitch. Headmistress of the Hunter Academy of Lunaris.” T-The hell is all of this?!
Ozpin: Hell itself my friend! As soon as I received that letter I’ve been trapped here at my desk for days. Signing, and filling out document, after document! I curse, Arc for doing this to me! If I had know this was going to happen, I would have never sent him away that day! But, here we fucking are! Up a sewer line, without a boat!
Ironwood: You didn’t expect this to happen?
Ozpin: Who the hell would expect this to happen? That short little stunted dwarf goes for a routine mission, next thing I know, in a matter of weeks he’s built a kingdom that rivals, Atlas, both in its economy, and military power!
Ironwood: He’s what?!
Ozpin: Y-You didn’t know? Oh… You’re going to be in for a rude awakening…
Ironwood: What are you…?! Hold on, I’m getting a scroll call.
Ozpin: This should be good…
As, Ozpin drank from his mug, he watched intently as, James pulled out his scroll, and answered a call he would have never expected before this day.
Ironwood: Specialist Clover, what is it?
Clover: Sir, I need to deliver a report on our trip to the, Kingdom of Lunaris.
Ironwood: Already, what happened?
Clover: We were attacked as soon as we reach the cities gate by the, Lunarians. They overwhelmed us in minutes, taking us as hostage, and brought us before the, King.
Ironwood: How is that possible? They should barely have a mock militia, how could they beat of team of highly trained, Hunters?
Clover: Those reports are outdated, Sir. They have a military force on par with us.
Ironwood: How is that possible?
Clover: Unknown, Sir.
Ironwood: I take it we won’t be getting access to their, Dust supplies then?
Clover: Not likely, Sir; They have a strong anti-Atlas, and anti-SDC bias amongst the people here.
Ironwood: Haa… The, Atlas council is going to love this. I’m going to be having, Jacques Schnee screaming down my neck for this.
Clover: Speaking of the, Schnee’s, Sir. We’ve had some… interesting developments.
Ironwood: What kind of developments?
Clover: Well, the King of Lunaris has made several threats to, and about the SDC. And, is witnessed to have said, and I quote: ‘I’ll take, Jacques wife, and show him how a real man fucks.’ End quote.
Ironwood: Well, Specialist Schnee must have loved hearing that.
Clover: Yeah… Uhhh… Sir, Specialist Schnee… has resigned her commission with the Atlasian Military…
Ironwood: SHE WHAT?!
Clover: Apparently as soon as she saw, King Arc, and his glorious beard… She dropped to her knees, and pledged her life to him. Hoping to improve relations between, Atlas, Mantle, and the SDC. Specialist Ederne has also resigned for similar reasons.
Ozpin: The, Arc charm strikes again…
Ironwood: You’ve got to be kidding me! I lost two, Specialists just because they looked at a man?!
Clover: And, his most glorious beard…
Ironwood: Haaaa… Is there anything that can be done to bring them back?
Clover: Not unless you convince her to leave yourself, Sir. There isn’t anything else I think we can do, Sir.
Ironwood: Understood, Specialist. Take what’s left of your team, and return to, Atlas. You’ll be debrief further on your return.
Clover: Very well, Sir.
James soon ended the call as he cusped his head in his hands, tiredly groaning as he took in all of this new information.
Ozpin: So… What are you going to do now?
Ironwood: …
Ironwood: Get drunk?
Ozpin: Good idea.
Smol AU: How did Jaune's first meeting with Elm go? She is a tall woman and their size difference could make him see her as his "mortal enemy".
Smol Jaune AU
A Mutual Agreement
Jaune: …
Elm: …
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Jaune: …
Elm: …
Marrow: Ehh… are you two just going to keep staring at each other or…?
Jaune: …
Elm: …
Marrow: Okay…?
Harriet: The hell is going on…
Nora: A battle of a life time! The small vs the tall. The duo are staring the other down! Waiting to see who will make the first move, and how this battle will be fought! Oh the tension is so thick you could chock on it!
Marrow: Is she right, or…?
Yang: I mean, it sounds plausible…
Weiss: We won’t know until one of them does… something…?
Blake: But who, and what?
Elm: …
Jaune: …
Elm: So…
Jaune: …?
Elm: You’re pretty short…
Jaune: It depends…
Elm: On what?
Jaune: On what you’re measuring.
Elm: Is that so…?
Jaune: You seem pretty big…
Elm: It depends…
Jaune: On what you’re measuring?
Elm: Precisely.
Jaune: Really…?
Elm: …
Jaune: …
Elm: I think we’ve both decided on how we are going to end this little… conflict of ours, no?
Jaune: Agreed, would you lead the way to a place where we can settle out our… conflict?
Elm: My pleasure; Please, follow me.
Jaune: My thanks.
Ruby: Uhh… where are they going?
Blake: The training grounds?
Yang: It did sound like they were going to have a fight.
Harriet: Nope… They’re not going to fight… At least not in the way you think…
Weiss: Why not?
Marrow: The training grounds are in the opposite direction…
Blake: So, then where are they going?
Winter: Well, based on where they seem to be heading… Elm’s quarters…
RWY: WHAT?!
BN: Nice!
Thunder Thighs!
Nora: You okay, Elm? You look… a little stressed out.
Elm: I’m fine, Nora.
Nora: Hey, don’t give me the cold shoulder! We’re the Thinder Thighs! We’ve got to stand together and look out for one another!
Elm: Why do you call us that?
Nora: It’s true, and I know you like it.
Elm: …
Nora: …
Elm: Shit! Okay, I do like the name; Its nice to know someone appreciates all the work that went into making these!
Nora: Hell yeah! Thunder Thighs!!!
Elm: Thunder Thighs!
Nora: So, what’s wrong?
Elm: Just a little stressed from work, and none of usual stress valves are working.
Nora: Exercising until you look like the marble statue you are, and slaying Grimm like a god incarnate?
Elm: Yeah… It’s… none of them are working! I’ve got all this energy, and I’ve got no outlet for it all! It’s driving me crazy!
Nora: Hmm… I may have an idea… An idea that will most certainly relieve allot more than just your average everyday stress levels…
Elm: I’m listening…
Nora: We may be the, Thunder Thighs~! But, we’re also a couple of bad asses with some heavy duty sledgehammers, now aren’t we?
Elm: Hell yeah we are!
Nora: Good… You see… I know this guy who really knows how to swing his sword…
Elm: A sword…? That, Jaune fellow?
Nora: That’s right; Jaune Arc~! Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue~! Ladies love it~! You see, fearless leader knows how to swing a sword pretty well, but he’s really good at drilling a hole with his jackhammer~! If you catch my drift~?
Elm: Are you serious? You have a habit of… over exaggerating things, Nora.
Nora: Lets just say; I walk with a different kind of skip in my walk somedays thanks to him. So… you in or what?
Elm: …
Elm: My room, 2200 hrs, sharp!
Nora: Oh~! We’re going to have so much fun tonight!
NNN Elm: let’s be honest he doesn’t stand a chance
NNN : EL 2
Jaune: …
Elm: …
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Jaune: Okay…
Elm: Yes?
Jaune: I’m not upset that I lost, or how I lost for that matter…
Elm: Okay?
Jaune: However! I am upset about how quickly I lost! I didn’t even last a minute?!
Elm: Ha! None are immune to tall, thic, and muscular Amazonian woman~!
Jaune: Shit… I think I developed a new kink…?
Elm: Hell ya you did, love!
Jaune: Awesome…
The Perfect Rebuttal
Elm: Okay kiddies…
Elm punched her fits into her open palm before her, crackling her knuckles menacing as she smiled at the quartet of would-be-hunters.
Elm: Who’s first…?
They all started at the Specialist with fear in their eyes as they all scurried back. All but one, one knight step forward to dace the giantess.
Jaune: Hold on guys… I have the prefect rebuttal! Just need a moment to prepare…
Jaune step forward to stand before the, specialist. He bent down and brushed the dust and snow from his pants. A few more brushes before he turned back to his friends.
Jaune: Do… Do I look good…?
His friends all stared at him with a wild eyed gaze as if he had gone mad. Bar, Nora of course, she gave him a thumbs up as she nodded her head.
Jaune: Okay good, good… Ahem!
Jaune started to do some vocal exercises, clearing his throat and getting his voice prepared to speak. He shortly finished, and he opened his mouth to speak…
Jaune: Haa…! Oh wait! One more moment, please.
Jaune pulled out his sword, everyone flinched expecting a fight to break out, only for, Jaune to hold his sword in front of him as he used the reflection of the blade to check his teeth and comb his hair with his fingers.
Jaune: Okay… Good. Now then!
Jaune stood tall before the Specialist, his posture small before the giant of a woman. He stared her down with grime determination across his face as he steeled his resolve. He gave one deep inhale before finally giving out the perfect rebuttal to the giantess woman.
Jaune: Step on me, Mommy~?
Elm: Eh?
Ruby: Eh?
Weiss: What…?
Yang: Say, what?
Ren: Excuse me?
Oscar: What?
Blake/Nora: Nice~!
(Prompt) How far does Jaune last in NNN when he has Elm for a girlfriend
NNN : EL
Jaune had his back to the wall, literally, as his tall and buff girlfriend had him pinned to the wall. Jaune had several conflicting feelings about this situation.
Jaune: H-Hi, Elm… N-Need something?
Elm: It’s November, Jaune…
Jaune: Yeah so…?
Elm: Are you doing that stupid challenge…?
Jaune: And if I was…?
Elm: Then you’ve got two choices then.
Jaune: Only two…?
Elm: Option, 1: You give up and we have some quality, Snu-Snu~!
Jaune: And option two…?
Elm: I’ll crush your head between my thic, muscular thighs~!
Jaune: …
Elm: So, Jaune, what will it be?
Jaune: …
Elm: So, what will it be, Jaune~?
Jaune: Does option one, still involved my head being crushed between your thic, muscular, heavenly thighs…?
Elm: It does now~!
Jaune: So, Snu-Snu…?
Elm: Snu-Snu~!
Jaune: Yes!