Chapters: 1/17
Fandom: RWBY
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna & Sun Wukong, Neptune Vasilias/Sun Wukong
Characters: Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Sun Wukong (RWBY), Neptune Vasilias
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Semblances (RWBY), Alternate Universe - No Faunus (RWBY), Dom Blake Belladonna, Sub Yang Xiao Long, Dom/sub, Trans Yang Xiao Long, Trans Sun Wukong (RWBY), Trans Female Character, Bisexual Blake Belladonna, Past Blake Belladonna/Adam Taurus, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, BDSM, Platonic BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Consensual Kink, Bondage, Consensual Sex, Explicit Consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Queer Themes, ethical non-monogamy, Open Relationships, Sex Is Fun, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Blake Belladonna Needs a Hug, Sex Club, Sex Toys, Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Exhibitionism
Summary:
“I’m fine,” Blake insists, the statement instantly belied by the way her teeth chatter as she says it.
Sun rolls his eyes. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, opening the sliding door and rummaging around until he finds a gray zip-up hoodie and tosses it to her. (And… this is the other reason. The reason she needs it, the reason the club keeps luring her back. Because anywhere other than Anesidora? She’s a mess. She’s got no control at all.)
[Or: the sex dungeon AU, an Olympic Rings-shaped polycule in which Yang is in crushes with Blake who queerplatonically doms Sun who is married to Neptune.]
[Or: As a professional librarian and hobbyist dominatrix, Blake values routine, safety, comfort, rules. Why date and risk getting hurt when she can have her needs satisfied without messy strings attached? Enter Yang… a professional mechanic and hobbyist kitten foster who maybe knows a thing or two about repairing things and socializing strays.]
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CHAPTER 1: THURSDAY
The excitement never truly hits Blake until she gets in the car.
Everything which precedes that moment—making and eating a light dinner; changing her clothes and putting on her makeup; even picking out toys—is calming. Routine. She can pack what she’ll need into her gym bag and carry everything down to the street with a pleasantly detached sort of distance, without falling into daydreams about what any of it means for the rest of her night. It’s all still theoretical. Neatly compartmentalized.
The second she actually slips into the driver’s seat of her old beater of a sedan, though, and the inner pocket of her underwear-style harness brushes just right against her core—the seam and additional fabric deliciously present, even empty of the vibrator it was designed to hold—her blood rushes south, and her head starts to fill with warm static. Here we go. It’s time. Not even the engine taking three sputtering tries to start can ruin her mood; not when she can squeeze her thighs together languidly and picture what’s waiting for her on the other end of this fifteen minute car ride.
It’s Thursday. And while she enjoys every night she manages to get away and spend time at the club, well—
—she particularly enjoys Thursdays. What with her standing date, and all.
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we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....
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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it
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*lightheaded with lust* you're such a fucking creep
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queens of bilgewater on a supply run for the crew
dedicated to everyone who brought this story and many others in runeterra so many ppl fell in love with to life, i will miss riot forge dearly 😢
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why is it always the fancylad boy-king type whos the bottom. maybe his tough loyal knight who uses his body to protect and defend him and lives to serve him wants to get railed
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