#evil yang

Blake’s Bottom Brain kicking it into overdrive when she realizes that her Handsome Girlfriend and her Favourite-Storybook-Character-Who-Happened-To-Be-A-Close-Friend-The-Entire-Time are in the same room

She can take them

Wahoo! Reversed Yang is done!

Day 7: Free Day

Blake: her red flags are huge but her cock is bigger

WBY: (stare at Ruby in confusion)

Weiss: -Are right here going over the map so we can get back to the city. What's wrong?

Ruby: (looking frantically between Yang and Blake) But! I! You two!

Yang: Ruby, slow down. What is going on?

Ruby: Just! Follow me! (petal bursts out the window)

WBY: (exchange looks and yeet themselves out the window)

Ruby: (stops in the town alley and throws her arms out) LOOK!!!

WBY: (finally catch up and their jaws drop)

Evil Yang: (smirking and leaning up on a stack of crates) Well, well, well, I gotta say. I sure do enjoy a dangerous woman who can kick my ass. Care to take a walk on the wild side?

Negative Blake: (sitting up on the crates, scoffs and glances out of the corner of her eye at E!Y) Please, I've walked on the wild side my whole life. What could a spark from a match possibly show me?

Evil Yang: Oooooh (chuckles) I like it when you're feisty. How about a little collaboration? We could cause mayhem and chaos like never before. The world won't know what hit it.

Negative Blake: (leans in until their faces almost touch) Tempting. But remember, I've been betrayed before. Loyalty doesn't come easy.

Evil Yang: (whispering) Oh, I promise you, my loyalty will be to you and our shared desires. Besides, who else could keep up with us?

Negative Blake: (gold eyes scour possessed blue before smirking) Very well. But know this, if you ever cross me, you won't like the consequences.

Evil Yang: (closing the distance between them, their lips almost touching) Don't worry. I'm not one to back down from a challenge. (holds out a hand)

Negative Blake: Not too bad, for a human. (takes the offered hand and hops off the crates before walking off with Evil Yang to cause chaos)

RWBY: (shell shocked)

Weiss: (to Blake and Yang) How come they were able to flirt easier than you two?!

Ha! Yes! Sorry this took so long. I had to think of something that would work, and boy did I come up with something good!

P.S. Okay, I absolutely LOVED writing this! I feel like I need to make a more NSFW version over at the horny jail.

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Evil!Yang: (holds arms out wide, almost invitingly) Blake! There you are! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.

Blake: (brows furrow as she pulls up Gambol Shroud) It's kind of hard to ignore all the damage you've caused.

Evil!Yang: What? A couple demolished buildings, a robbery, and some damaged public property isn't really that much.

Blake: (narrows eyes) You have a strange definition of "not that much."

Evil!Yang: (smirking) Eh, potato tomato. Say, care to dance?

Blake: You know I'm not a dancer, especially not with a devil.

Evil!Yang: Devil? I like that~ (blasts forward, deftly grabs Gambol Shroud from Blake's hands, and unfurls the ribbon)

Blake: (gasps as she's restrained) What are you doing?

Evil!Yang: Just spicing things up a bit, sweetheart. (twirls the ribbon skillfully before wrapping it around Blake's wrists while maintaining eye contact. A smirk set firmly on her lips) Gambol Shroud's ribbon is quite versatile, don't you think?

Blake: (struggles against the binds) Let me go!

Evil!Yang: (pulls Blake into a close embrace while holding the ribbon taught) What do you say, Blake? Care to dance with the Devil?

Blake: (heart skips a beat as she blushes and is forced to gaze into E!Y's eyes)

Evil!Yang: (notices the change in Blake's demeanor, a mischievous gleam in her eyes and whispers in her ear) I knew there was a dancer hidden under all that seductive mystique.

Blake: (grits her teeth at being found out) This is just a game to you.

Evil!Yang: Oh, it's more than a game, Blake. It's a dance (wraps her hand around Blake's waist and pulls her in close) and you're my partner.

Evil!Yang begins to lead Blake in an impromptu dance, the ribbon serving as an unconventional connection between them. Blake, despite herself, finds the dance strangely alluring.

Blake: (slowly relaxes and whispers softly) This doesn't change anything.