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candystore-toxins · 2 years

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Gambler's Debt

Pairing: Mary Saotome x OC, Mary Saotome x Yumeko Jabami

TW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, gambling, rape/non-con, incest/stepcest, happy ending, recovery, engagement, romance

The game was intense. And Mary was bordering on distraught in her fear.

She knew there was a danger of gambling with her dear, dear step-sister Akane Enomoto. She was, to put it lightly, fucking insane. Akane did not have a bone in her body that wasn’t made up of a sadistic urge to gamble with lives on the line.

Gambling with lives was her favorite thing. And she was getting what she wanted.

It was a simple enough game, called Odds and Evens. Each player rolls a die. Then, a card is drawn. If the player’s die is even but the card is odd, they lose the round. It was a three round game of luck, and her opponent had lots of it.

She’d already lost enough money in the last two rounds to make her a housepet for life, but Yumeko’s taunting pushed her to keep playing. There was a deal this time. Whoever wins gets all the money, and gets to do whatever they want with the loser. Mary knew that whatever Akane was thinking up couldn’t be good for her health, mental or physical. She’d probably be walking around on a leash for a week or some shit like that.

Mary shuddered. She didn’t know if it was out of fear or disgust.

She should’ve known better than to gamble with Akane, especially at home with her step-brother as the dealer. She didn’t have a chance at cheating, and she doubted she would win. It was like standing on a mountain and begging for an avalanche.

“C’mon, kitty,” came that sickly sweet voice, “roll the die. It can’t be that hard, can it?”

She felt tears breach the soft waterline in her eyes, teeth gritted as she rolled the die. It hit the table, and it felt like the loudest noise Mary had ever heard.

Their brother drew the card, the last of the game, and Mary threw the table across the room with a scream.

A six against the ninth of hearts.

The gleam in Akane’s eye was the most terrifying thing Mary had ever seen. Her eyes seemed to glow under the lights of their home, and the glass shield keeping Mary’s tears back shattered. She was near sobbing as Akane stood up and walked towards her. Mary was grabbed by the chin and, slowly, Akane’s tongue touched her cheek and licked away the cascading tears.

Mary wanted to puke.

“Awh,” she wished Akane would stop speaking, “I guess your my little slave now, huh?”

When no response came, Akane grabbed Mary’s pigtail and pulled. “Answer me. Tell me what you are.”

The tears fell harder as she nodded, “Yes! Yes, I’m your slave.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t we go to my room?”

Akane led Mary to her room. She’d never been there before, and she didn’t know what she expected. The room was covered in red and black. There was a plush, shag carpet, an Alaskan King bed with silk pillows and sheets. And what looked to be a sort of hammock or swing. The world she stepped into blurred her hazy mind, and she felt like her consciousness was leaving her body.

Akane’s voice snapped her to attention.

“Strip.”

“Wh.. what..?”

“You heard me. Strip. That uniform is hideous on you.”

She was scared of what would happen if she declined and, with great shakiness, began to undress herself. She felt nauseous. Akane sat on the side of the bed, legs crossed, and watched. She stopped at her undergarments, but rushed to remove them as well when Akane barked an order at her.

She felt disgusting.

What was happening? Was she about to be raped, by her own step-sister? How filthy, how disgusting. This was awful. Chills ran up her spine, and she didn’t know if it was fear or the cold of the fan above her.

Her blood ran cold as the woman before her licked her lips.

For no reason at all, she was reminded that Akane was two years her junior, and this instantly felt even more disgusting. Mary was smaller than her younger sister in both frame and height, despite her being a third year in highschool and the other being a first year.

This whole situation was sick.

She faintly heard the younger girl telling her to crawl on her knees towards her. She didn’t dare disrespect, fearful of the brunette’s wrath. As she approached her sister and sat down, a collar was brought to her neck and secured too-tight. She felt sick. The leash attached to the collar was pulled, and she was dragged against the younger girl’s lips. She gasped, and Akane took the chance to shove her tongue into Mary’s mouth. She tasted like maraschino cherries, unsurprising, and Mary couldn’t hold back a moan at the feeling. She felt ashamed at that, disgusted. This was awful. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

When they pulled away, she saw that Akane had unbuttoned her own shirt during this kiss. She slowly unhooked her bra from the front, large, full breasts spilling out. Mary began to cry again and pulled against the leash as Akane tried to drag her closer. She was begging, pleading, yelling ‘no!’. With a slap to the face, she gave in. Her mouth latched on to a small nipple, sucking like she once had her girlfriend.

Okay, maybe she can do this, actually. If she just imagines that this is Yumeko, she can do this. She can get through this, and then pretend it never happened. It would be okay, it had to. She just had to breathe, imagine Yumeko. She felt herself calm down, imagining the soft breaths and airy moans came from her lover rather than her sister.

Her head was squeezed tighter into Akane's skin after a particularly hard suck. Then, she was pulled away roughly. A kiss was placed onto her soft neck, and then there was a harsh bite into the skin there. She felt teeth break her skin, and cried out in pain as blood was drawn. It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

Akane licked up the blood before placing another kiss to Mary’s mouth, forcing her to learn the sanguine taste of her own body. As the kiss went on, her nipples were pinched into a vice grip. She squealed, and Akane pulled away with a laugh.

Suddenly, she was pushed to the ground. She yelped as a hard ‘smack!’ came down onto her sensitive area, one only Yumeko had touched.

Yumeko would never do that. Yumeko would never do any of this.

Another slap came. And then three more, in quick succession. Gentle fingers came after, prodding at her entrance, tracing up and down from her clit. She was wet. This was awful.

Akane’s rough fingers started to rub against her sensitive clit, and her tongue licked against her wet cunt.

Hours passed from then, being brought to orgasm after orgasm by her rapist sister. It continued until she passed out.

When she awoke again, she was in her bed. The collar was gone, and she was clean and clothed in pajamas. If it weren’t for the ache between her legs she may have been able to pass the experience off as an awful, awful nightmare.

Mary sat in her therapist's office, struggling to speak through teary eyes and shaking hands. She heard her therapist’s voice telling it was okay, and that she didn’t have to talk about it if she still wasn’t ready. But she knew she needed to keep going, needed to get it out.

She had never even told the people she was closest to about this. She hadn’t let Yumeko touch her at all for months after, and it took years before she would accept kisses again. All she told Yumeko was that she was in debt, which her sweet girlfriend gladly paid off.

She didn’t deserve Yumeko.

Oftentimes she wonders if this experience counted as cheating, if Yumeko would hate her if she knew. She knows Yumeko has seen the teeth mark scar on her neck when she wasn’t wearing her usual turtleneck. She never brought it up, though.

Her therapist asked her if she wanted to change the subject, bringing her out of her thoughts. She said yes. She thought about something good that happened recently, a technique they’d been working on to help her feel better, and she recalled that tomorrow was her birthday. She was excited to spend her twenty third with her girlfriend, probably staying home and drinking wine while watching some drama.

When Mary came downstairs for dinner, she did not expect a full table of all of her favorite foods, nor a three tier cheesecake for dessert. She asked what all this was about, and Yumeko replied with a simple ‘just cuz!”

Strange surprises out of the blue weren’t uncommon for Yumeko, so she brushed it off with a smile. She felt happy again. She kissed her beautiful girlfriend on the cheek, and they sat down for dinner.

Caviar complemented the acorn-fed Iberian ham in a surprising flavor, and she felt like she was in utter bliss at the taste. Wagyu beef melted in her mouth, followed by a creamy goat cheese drizzled with honey. Bluefin tuna was arranged in such a pattern as to present almost a rose made of fish, something that Mary laughed about. Her girlfriend was so cheesy. She slurped down oysters, paired with a sweet white wine.

She felt like this was a meal fit for a goddess.

And, at the end of it all, as she jokingly complained about how much there had been, she watched Yumeko slowly walk over and get down on one knee.

Despite having an inkling of an idea of what was to come, she was still anxious. Brought back to the image of her knees against plush, shag carpet. She hated shag carpets.

Her worries melted away slowly as her beloved smiled at her, and began to speak.

“Mary, I know when we met it was on bad terms. But, since then, we've been through thick and thin together. I know I’ve hurt you, and others have as well, but I don’t want to let you ever hurt again. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve hung the moon and stars in the sky. You’ve made me feel more whole than anything, my love. You’re my everything.

I know I haven’t always been there properly for you in the past, but I promise I’m going to change that. I’m going to take care of you forever, if you let me. I want to be with you until we’re old and gray. I want to be with you until I forget my name, because I could never forget yours.

Mary Saotome, will you marry me?”

She felt tears prick her eyes. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t crying from any hurt or sadness- she was crying from pure, unadulterated joy.

“Yes, you idiot! Of course I’ll marry you!” She rushed down to Yumeko’s height on the floor and wrapped her arms around her, effectively tackling her to the ground in a hug as she softly cried into her neck with a smile. It took a few moments for them to get up, and when they did Yumeko slipped the ring onto Mary’s finger.

For the first time, she felt like she might get better.

#kakegurui fanfic #fanfic #kakegurui #yumeko x mary #mary x yumeko #mary saotome #yumeko jabami #mary x oc #kakegurui oc #dark fic

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slytherwrites · 2 years

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not yet rei, a quiet rebellion has it's places too

Summary: Her life was taken by the Momobamis, her femininity will be too.

Ratings: T

Warnings: Mentions of slavery

She’s passed a pair of scissors. They’re cold and silver. Surprisingly heavy despite being small. The blades are thin and sharp, unlike most regular scissors.

“Cut it.” The crystal clear voice of Kirari Momobami—her boss and distant cousin—rings in her ears. “We can’t have the boys going crazy for you while you attend Hyakkaou, Batsubami.”

Rei stares into the bathroom mirror, Her hair, long and wheat colored, has overgrown like weeds. She hasn’t been allowed to cut it in years.

“Come on now.” Kirari speaks again, “We’ve agreed that you’d take a more masculine approach when coming to Hyakkaou. You’re pretty and that wouldn’t help us if the boys are fawning over you. After all, you belong to us.”

The tattoos on her hands, branding her like cattle, bring the message to the forefront of her mind. Kirari just reiterates the notion. It’s unnecessary; Rei already knows it.

Rei doesn’t speak, Instead, she makes the first cut. The scissors makes a clean, but diagonal cut across her bangs. The left side hosts the bottom of the slant. The hair falls atop her outfit, blending into the brown rags they’ve forced her to wear.

Rei remembers her fall from grace and who she used to be beforehand. She was a thin girl, barely at the -Bami headquarters. She graced the stage in ballets, always wearing the biggest and pinkest tutus. She twirled from person to person, trying to attract the attention of anyone who’d watch her. Spoiled and pampered, Rei took the dehumanization of her hard. It took a long time for her to come to terms with what happened.

Now, she stands here, letting Kirari cut her hair. She’s different now. The snotty girl became a background figure in other’s lives and non-existant in her own. Rei Batsubami isn’t who she used to be, but she’s built herself up. Piece by piece, she became a dependable figure in the -Bami clan—like a trusty broom.

“Batsubami,” Kirari calls out, “Erimi is requesting you. Though, clean this mess up before you go.”

Rei breaths in, then breaths out. She grabs her broom, sweeping away what’s left of her femininity.

#Kakegurui fanfic #rei batsubami

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godshitgirl · 3 months

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RRRR NOTHING ON MY BRAIN EXCEPT KAKEGURUI AU SKK

Ok instead of a a school it takes place within the Port Mafia which is the biggest gambling ring in japan

Pm dazai and chuuya here but dazai is 22 and the pm boss and chuuya lost his place as an executive after losing against mori in a gamble for his position

2 months afterwards mori mysteriously dies and dazai becomes the boss

He calls chuuya into his office and teases him about his loss and offers him a deal

A deal where if chuuya wins he gets his old job back

If dazai wins, chuuya has to follow a life plan dazai had made for him

In this plan he must leave the Port Mafia altogether and marry dazai and bear his kids

Oh did I mention this was omegaverse????

Not rlly bc it has nothing to do with scents or mating cause honestly I'm not feeling it

It's just an ideal world (where men can get pregnant as they SHOULD)

Anyway the game is called "Disappearing Dazai" it's a game dazai invented for this situation

The way it works is that each player is given a set of doors

These doors have a small plastic box behind them where you can store something inside

There are six doors each in a color from the rainbow and arranged as such

Then the player whose turn is first is given a small ceramic dazai doll

While the other player has their back turned and a blindfold on for extra precautions, the other will hide the Disappearing Dazai in one of the doors

Then the other player must turn around and take off the blindfold and try to guess which door holds the dazai doll

While chuuyas back is turned he focuses on the sounds of the door closing and the ceramic doll hitting the inside of the box

He hears it come from the left side

So when he turns around prepared to choose one of the doors on his now right side, he is surprised to see that the doors have been rearranged. Some are now on the opposite side, seemingly at random

Dazai says that the rules never mentioned rearranging the doors so it's definitely allowed

Confused and overthinking, chuuya chooses the wrong door

He stuck to his decision to thr sound coming from the right side and chooses an orange door, thinking that maybe dazai rearranged the doors first before inserting the doll

However, he is wrong

He realizes that the board they are playing on is made of velvet, which is a soft material that made him unable to hear the sound of the doors being rearranged

The truth was that dazai put the doll in the blue door, the one originally on chuuyas right, and then switched them after

Ok this is getting long and I'm too lazy to explain how the rest of the game goes so pretty much chuuya lost and now has to pay the price

He really doesn't want to and fights against it, but dazai tells him that no one in the pm respects him anymore after he lost to mori, and now his career in the mafia is forever stagnant at an underling position

He is no longer the strong and powerful chuuya nakahara, the gravity manipulator

He is now chuuya nakahara, the prideful idiot who bit too much than he could chew and lost pathetically

So now, since dazai is ever so generous, he gives chuuya a choice

He can remain in the mafia, however trapped in this unmoving, unpromotable state where he will never be respected again

Or he can obey dazai and willingly choose to live by his life plan, at least keeping his pride and erasing his embarrassing blunder from the past by cutting ties with the mafia altogether

And since I'm a silly lil fanfic writer ofc he chooses the life plan

From there it's kind of fuzzy with how I plan to keep it going buuuttt at least I got this much figured out

I wanna actually write this properly in fanfic form but I just made this to get the idea out there, see if people like it, get feedback, and so that when I do write it, I have a guide I can look at so I don't forget everything haha

BTW I had this idea at like 12 am last night while I was supposed to be sleeping so there might be some plot holes or something wrong with the logic

I'm especially worried about the logic of the game since I am nowhere smart enough to think of something actually on the kakegurui level

So anyway ya!! Watch kakegurui if u haven't since that's what this au is based on and if u know it you might understand the story better

Also it's got girls orgasming everywhere so....idk ur feelings abt that......

Anyway tell me what u think!! I'd love to get ur feedback and fix whatever mistakes I made!!

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justalonelybitch · 2 years

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Her Possession

Juraku Sachiko x F!Reader (Ft. Miharutaki Sakura)

Genre: Suggestive

Warnings: Suggestive, Gambling, Toxic Behaviour, Possessiveness, Jealously, Degradation, Humiliation, Bullying, Personal House Pets, Collars, Swearing

Word Count: 5.7k

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You stared stunned at the table before you, cards strewn about and a large stack of gambling chips being pushed away from you in what felt like slow motion. You weren’t supposed to lose, oh god, how had it gone so incredibly wrong? You would have never agreed to this stupid game if it weren’t for the generous sum of money you’d been offered for you participation. Only you ended up with far less than what you started with. It would take a lifetime to pay off this debt, maybe even more. How could you be so stupid? The question repeating in your head on a broken loop.

“So Y/n, care to pay me what you owe?” Sachiko rose to her feet, chair scraping along the wooden floor. She leaned menacingly over the table, raising a perfectly sculpted brow, her sharp red eyes boring into your soul.”I-I can’t,” you stuttered out pitifully, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Well that’s too bad, I guess I’ll just have to find another way for you to repay me.” She hummed thoughtfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. You couldn’t meet her intimidating gaze, eyes glued to your lap as you ducked your head in embarrassment.

A metal chain clinked as it briefly swung past your line of sight, dangling before you in a taunting manner. “I believe you know what to do with this,” Sachiko said, skilfully swinging the chain around, swaying it dangerously close to your face. Sauntering forwards, her heels clacked on the floor with each step she took, eventually situating herself behind you. You stiffened as she rested her hands on your neck, looping the collar around it. “Will you be my personal pet?” She spoke lowly, tightening the collar, your throat constricting as you huffed out a breath of air. “You can’t say no,” she reminded with a chuckle, playfully tugging at the chain.

“Yes,” you gritted out reluctantly, hands clenching on your lap. “Good girl,” she purred, combing her hand through your hair. You scowled, nails digging into the palm of your hand as you held your tongue. “My good girl,” she growled, firmly tugging at your hair, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet her piercing gaze. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” Sachiko demanded, keeping her grip on your hair firm. “Yes, Juraku sama.” You muttered obediently, to which she grinned, releasing your hair. “From now on you’ll do as I say, no exceptions. Or else I’ll have to punish you, and you don’t want that, do you pretty girl?” She inquired, tilting her head to the side.

You shook your head, her words sending a chill down your spine. “Use your words, pet,” she tsked in disapproval, gripping your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “No, Juraku sama,” you uttered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “It seems you have much to learn,” Sachiko clicked her tongue in annoyance. Her thumb caressed your lip, pulling it from between your teeth. “For starters, don’t bite your lips, they’re far too precious for that.” You nodded swiftly, before realising your mistake. “Yes, Juraku sama,” you were quick to correct. “Good girl, you’re getting the hang of things already.” You sighed in vexation, irritated by her mere presence, but the butterflies that swarmed to life in your stomach at her praise told a different story.

You scribbled furiously onto your notebook, several plans of how you could get out of this debt. You’d surprised yourself with how far you were willing to go with these crazy solutions, but you had nothing to lose. Getting away from Juraku Sachiko was your only goal, and you’d do whatever it took to do it. Speak of the devil, “what are you doing, Y/n? It’s rather disruptive.” She questioned from her desk, head perched on her hand as she gazed at you in curiosity. “You’re the one who asked me to be here, I was happier in the library.” You snarked, glaring at her before focusing your attention back on the paper.

Sachiko chuckled at your words, amusement dancing in her eyes as she rose to her feet. “Now, that’s no way to speak to your master,” she warned, rounding her desk. She settled herself on the edge of the small table you worked at, eyes briefly skimming over the schemes your notebook contained. “My, you’re really considering doing such a thing? You keep surprising me, Y/n.” Sachiko smirked, reaching her hand out to toy with the chain that hung from your neck, courtesy of her. “I’ll do whatever I have to, as long as it gets me as far away from you as humanly possible,” you seethed at the giggle that slipped past her lips. Her forehead creased as she frowned, an expression of faux offence creeping onto her face.

“You wound me,” she placed a hand over her heart and leaned back as if she’d been struck. You watched her in annoyance, eyes narrowing as she winked at you. “Will you leave me alone? I thought you had work to do, I don’t even understand why I’m here.” You complained, fiddling with your pencil as you glanced down to your notebook. “You’re too pretty, it would be a waste not to have you here.” Sachiko said simply, tugging lightly at the chain as it shimmered in the light. “Stop,” you muttered under your breath, ducking your head as you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“What? You don’t like it?” Sachiko asked, pulling the chain so you would be forced to look at her. “I-I…Of course I don’t,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “That’s too bad,” she hummed, tapping her fingertips on the chain thoughtfully. “Paint my nails,” she suddenly demanded, dragging you over to her desk like some dog on a leash. “Why?” You groaned in frustration, shoulders slumped as you stood by her side. “Isn’t it obvious? The polish is chipping,” she said simply, waving her fingers in front of your face. “Fine, what colour do you want?” You grit your teeth in displeasure.

“Same as always,” Sachiko said, lazily pointing her finger towards her desk drawer. You hesitantly opened it, greeted by a collection of expensive black nail polish. Carefully picking up the most recently used one, you held it up to her in questioning. “Black, like your heart,” you said smugly, earning a chuckle of amusement from her. Returning to your position by her side, beginning to unscrew the cap. Sachiko stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist, nonchalantly pointing to the floor. “What?” You questioned, eyebrows sewn together in confusion. She only raised a brow, cocking her head to the side as if it were obvious. “For someone who’s constantly reprimanding me for not using my words, you sure don’t seem to like them yourself.” You muttered in annoyance.

“On your knees,” she commanded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Seriously?!” You asked incredulously, eyes widened comically. “I can just stand, or even get a chair-” she merely held up a hand, your mouth instantly snapping shut. “Don’t make me say it again, pet,” she threatened, eyes darkening. You dropped to your knees immediately, gazing up at her obediently, paying no mind to the dull ache in your legs from the shear force that you landed with. “Good girl, I hope I won’t have to remind you again. Know your place, pet.” She said, sour expression plastered on her face, holding her hand out to you expectantly.

As long as you were her personal house pet, life was going to be hell.

You observed the two players carefully, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to predict the outcome. The stakes were high, both players incredibly skilled, yet you were almost certain the gamble would end in Sachiko’s favour. She had that signature irritating cocky smirk plastered on her perfect face, a playful glint in her enticing red eyes. Her opponent was like you in many ways, fighting against an unstoppable force, sealing her fate as another one of Juraku Sachiko’s toys to play with to her heart's desire. It was pitiful, the hope she held in her eyes at the slim chance of winning such a tempting amount of money. She was your way out. If she was dumb enough to repeat your mistake, then maybe she could take your place and you would be forgotten.

You frowned at the thought, a feeling you couldn’t quite understand overwhelmed your senses. She would have all of Sachiko’s attention, giving you an opportunity to disappear. You could pass her the burden of having to stare at Sachiko’s perfectly sculpted features all day long per her request. She would spend every waking moment with Sachiko, always by her side and at her beckon call. She would relish in Sachiko’s praise and cower at her demands, obediently following her every word at the first sight of displeasure. She would have butterflies flutter to life inside her stomach when Sachiko threatened her with a punishment, hands gripped tightly around her neck.

You hated it. The mere thought drove you insane, imagining anyone but you with Juraku Sachiko, the one who had you wrapped around her finger. She didn’t even have to try, her naturally alluring features and commanding personality constantly filled your mind with thoughts of nothing but her. At first it was hatred, you were repulsed by her sadistic attitude, but after months of being by her side it became some twisted attachment you had formed for her. You craved her praise, and yet you had no quarrels with accepting any punishment she had prepared in times of disobedience. Acting out in hopes of your misbehaviour catching her attention. Anything to have her eyes on you, you and no one else.

“Y/n?” Sachiko called out, your eyes snapping to her as your thoughts faded. “Yes, Juraku sama.” You answered, tilting your head, eyes briefly sweeping over the many chips that lay scattered on the table. She simply ushered you towards her with a flick of her finger, beckoning you closer until your legs brushed against her arm. Uncrossing her legs, she pats her lap, watching in amusement as your eyes widen, gaze flickering around the room in caution. “Don’t make me say it, pet,” she glowered, patting her lap once more. Narrowing your eyes in a glare, you carefully sat yourself down on her lap.

Arms instantly snaked around your torso, swiftly pulling your back into her chest. “Hold these for me, will you Y/n?” She asked, handing you her cards. You did your best to remain stoic while giving them a once over. You were torn, while having Sachiko win would give you a chance at escaping her lethal grasp, having her lose would hold an unknown destiny for you. So you remain impartial, letting the game continue as you observed, allowing fate to take the reigns. Sachiko’s arms stayed possessively around you, one travelling upwards to toy with the collar on your neck, reminding everyone at the table just who you belonged to. Her other hand rested comfortably on your lap, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

A slap on your bare thigh jolted you back to reality, Sachiko’s hand now running up and down your thigh. “Pick a card, baby,” she urged, her chin perched on your shoulder, eyeing your expression carefully. “Any card?” You asked, hand shaking at the idea of sealing your own fate with one simple card. “Any card,” she assured, fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns along your leg, nails barely scraping your skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you hesitantly ran your finger over each card in your hand. “What did I tell you about biting your lip?” She growled in your ear, thumb roughly tugging your tortured lip free.

“Sorry,” you mumbled absentmindedly, eyes focused on the daunting choice you were faced with. “Come on, pet. We don’t have all day,” she groaned, hand, easily slipping under your skirt, trailing dangerously close to your panties. You snapped your legs shut in surprise, eyes wide in embarrassment as you glanced around the room, everyone's eyes on you. Sachiko clicked her tongue in annoyance, spreading your legs apart with a firm tug, nails digging into your skin. “Pick, now,” she demanded, your hand operating with a mind of its own, carelessly throwing a card down on the table. Her opponent gasped, staring down at the card in distress. “Juraku Sachiko wins,” the dealer announced monotonously.

A satisfied smirk quirked the corner of her lips, as she drummed her fingers on your thighs. “Pay up,” Sachiko ordered her opponent, not taking her eyes off you as she requested her earnings. “I can’t,” the familiar pitiful words slipped past her opponents lips, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. “I don’t give a damn, find a way. I have no use for you” she dismissed, uncaring as her opponent begged. “Next time, think before you look at what’s mine.” Sachiko said, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice, baby?” She tightened her grip around you, adjusting you in her lap so that you were half facing her. You could only tilt your head in confusion, “she was looking at you like she wanted to fuck you,” she grit her teeth.

Your head snapped towards her opponent, who looked to the floor in shame. “They all were,” Sachiko snarled, red eyes narrowing to glare at everyone in the room. “I bet you loved all the attention, didn’t you, pretty girl?” She squeezed your thigh, a scarily dark glint reflecting in her glowing red eyes. You shook your head in denial, shying away from all the eyes boring into you. Sachiko threaded her hand into your hair, forcefully pushing your head into the crook of her neck in a protective manner. Your cheeks were bright red with embarrassment, thankful that your face was hidden. “Everyone out!” She ordered, all of them scrambling to exit the room.

You kept your face tucked away in the crook of her neck, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing you blush. In retrospect, sitting on her lap with your face nuzzled into her neck wasn’t exactly any better. “Come on, baby. Show me that pretty face,” Sachiko mumbled into your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin. You whined in protest, but leaned your head back at the first sign of her beginning to tug at your hair. “God, you’re so adorable when you blush.” She groaned, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Don’t tease,” you muttered, shying away from her gaze.

“What happened to my feisty little pet, hm? One complement and you’re reduced to a blushing mess, huh?” Sachiko inquired, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in questioning. You only grumbled, a series of profanities flying past your lips as you glared at her, cheeks still burning red. “There she is,” she grinned, an uncharacteristically tender smile adoring her lips. As she gazed into your eyes, her red orbs danced with something unfamiliar, something unknown. It scared you, the way you began to get lost in her, the rest of the world fading away, for she was all you could focus on. “What?” You questioned when the silence became too loud to bear.

“Can’t I admire my pretty baby?” Sachiko asked, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t have the power to tell you what you can and can’t do,” you brushed her off, turning your head to the side in hopes of hiding the blush that spread across your cheeks. “You shouldn’t, but that hasn’t stopped you in the past,” she claimed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her glossy lips. “Such a bad pet, I thought I told you to look at me when I speak to you.” She tsked, tone holding a playful lilt as she pinched your thigh. Yelping in surprise, you faced her with a scowl plastered on your face. You attempted to slap her hands away, but she caught your wrist in her grasp.

“So pretty when you’re shy,” she mumbled, unconsciously reaching up to caress your flushed cheeks. Her gaze hungrily travelled the expanse of your body, taking her time to rake her eyes over your figure. “I want to know what makes you tick,” she muttered to herself, your eyes widening at the boldness of her statement, though you weren’t all too shocked. “What breaks you,” she trailed her fingertips from your jaw to your neck, nails scraping along your pulse point. “I want to see you fall apart,” she continued, eyes hazy as you squirmed on her lap, eyes darting around the room nervously.

Driven by curiosity, she surged forwards, as if hypnotised by some higher being. Her lips abruptly pressed to your neck, leaving smudges of pink gloss in her wake. Your hands found her shoulders, making a weak attempt to push her away. You gasped as her teeth scraped your collar bone, as she left sloppy open mouthed kisses around the collar she’d placed on you. “Juraku sama,” you whimpered as she experimentally sunk her teeth into your neck, hands curling into fists, crumpling her uniform. “Sachiko.” She growled, tongue gliding over your reddening skin. “Hmm?” You hummed in questioning, not trusting your voice to be stable enough for words.

“Call me Sachiko,” she demanded, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of your neck once more. “But-” you began to protest, unsure if this was some form of twisted experiment she had conjured up in order to test your obedience. “I need to hear it,” she breathed out, her tone sounding far too desperate compared to anything you’d ever heard from her before. A beat of silence passed before she reattached her lips to your neck again, hands squeezing your thighs firmly, as if she needed something to ground herself, something to keep her from losing herself in you. “Sachiko,” you whimpered, her movements all coming to a halt as soon as her name breathlessly rolled off your tongue.

Your soft breaths echo around the dead silent room, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. “Sachiko..?” You spoke softly, eyebrows sewn together in confusion at her sudden pause. The moment your sweet voice hit her ears, she jumped into action. Looping her arms around your thighs, she rose to her feet, stumbling towards the nearest door, pinning you against it with a thud. The wind was knocked from your lungs, whining as she crashed her lips into yours with a burning passion. The chain attached to your neck rattled as she pressed her body impossibly closer to yours, your hands draped lazily over her shoulders.

Your lips parted as her tongue darted out, urgently pushing its way into your mouth. Groaning as her thigh slipped between your legs, her tongue tangled with yours in a heated kiss. She let her hands wander up your skirt, groping your ass mercilessly, revelling in the sounds you made, swallowing them with her mouth. She bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth before realising it with a smack. “I thought my lip was too pretty to be bitten,” you chuckled breathlessly, eyes hooded with lust. “Only I can touch you like this, not even you. Understand, pet?” Sachiko proclaimed, red orbs clouded desire.

“Whatever you say, Sachiko,” you gave in easily. “Good, don’t forget it. You’re mine only, pet,” she growled possessively, squeezing your ass harshly. You groaned at the sound of three sturdy knocks on the wooden door you were pressed against. “What do you want?” Sachiko called out, beyond irritated by the sudden interruption. “This room is booked for a gamble,” a muffled voice responded. “Fuck,” she groaned, reluctantly pulling away from you, hand reaching out to grasp your leash. Smoothing down her hair, she yanked open the door, piercing gaze burning into the poor soul on the other side.

He instantly cowered under her angry gaze, fearing what may come of her wrath. “Come on, pet. We have business to attend to,” she dragged you past him in hast, leaving you to stumble after her. “I don’t have time for pointless interruptions,” she snarked, the intruder bowing his head in shame as she sauntered past him with a flick of her hair. You ducked your head in embarrassment at the feeling of eyes all over you, suddenly hyper aware of the dark marks that littered your skin, lips swollen and smudged with pink gloss, skirt ruffled. “Don’t be shy, pretty girl. Now they know who you belong to,” she snarled, tugging harshly on your leash.

Your shoes squeaked on the freshly waxed floors as you shuffled through the school’s corridor. The chain of your house pet tag rattled with each step you took, opposed to the usual collar you’d wear in Sachiko’s presence. The bell had long since rung, leaving the halls empty for you to wander through. Skipping even a single class was out of character for someone like yourself, but you needed the time to think to yourself. Everything in your life was set ablaze the moment Juraku Sachiko approached you with her stupidly attractive smirk and enticing offer. You hated her, no matter what she did you always would. So why is she always on your mind?

Huffing, you plopped yourself down on a nearby bench upon reaching the school’s well maintained garden. You groaned as the same image of Sachiko and her smug expression as her lips hovered over yours pushed its way to the top of your mind. Shaking your head, you blinked rapidly, running a hand through your hair in frustration. The sensation brings back yet another memory of Sachiko and how her hands combed through your hair, tugging on it. God, you were so screwed. “Why am I like this?” You whined aloud into the silence, a chuckle in the distance had you snapping your head up in alert.

“What are you doing out of class, mittens?” A voice sounded from behind you, as you suddenly jumped from your seat, spinning around in surprise. A large male approached you with a scary glint in his eyes, the school’s signature blazer slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you know skipping is against the rules?” He asked, edging dangerously close, towering over you easily. For each step he took forwards, you took one backwards. You didn’t respond, eyes darting around in a desperate search for escape, but to no avail. There was no one in sight, and even if there was, you doubt they’d help a house pet.

Your shoes scuffed along the stone pebbles as you stumbled away from him, becoming acutely aware of the sound of flowing water behind you. “Perhaps you deserve a punishment,” he hummed in contemplation, a crazed look in his eye as he cornered you against the edge of a fountain. “But don't worry,” he grinned maniacally, caressing your cheek with the rough palm of his hand. “I promise I won’t hurt you, not too badly at least.” He said, hand running through your hair before he grabbed the back of your head, forcefully dunking your head into the ice cold water.

You squirmed in his hold, trying to scream out, only to inhale the fountain water. It seeped into your lungs as you began to flail around frantically, soaking the top half of your uniform. Vision began to blur, head feeling fuzzy as your eyes began to flutter shut. Suddenly, you were pulled out of the freezing water, the force throwing you to the ground. You cried out in pain as your knees scraped along the gravel, coughing and spluttering as you tried to catch your breath. “That’ll teach you,” he scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked towards your cowering figure. “What’s going on here?” A calm voice asked, but you didn’t have the energy to look up.

“A-ah, it’s nothing,” your assailant stuttered, clearly intimidated by this mysterious person. Miharutaki Sakura took one look at him before scowling, dismissing him with the wave of her hand. He stumbled away in fear, her intimidating presence and status frightening anyone in her vicinity. “Are you okay?” She asked without sparing you a glance, eyes following your attacker until he was out of view. “I-I’m fine, thank you,” you said, sniffling and shivering, your dripping wet blazer sticking to your skin. “Come with me,” she ordered, turning on her heel without another word. Sighing, you scrambled to catch up with her, quivering as you walked, water droplets falling to the floor with each step you took.

“Take that off,” Sakura ordered, briefly glancing at your soaked blazer. You wordlessly followed her command, watching with curiosity as she took it from your grasp, tossing it into one of the school’s bins with what seemed like practised ease. “That too,” she ordered, pointing to your white button up shirt. “W-What?” You questioned, eyes wide as you glanced down to your now translucent shirt. “Do it,” she instructed, holding her hand out impatiently. “N-not here,” you glanced around the halls, few people lingered, but it was enough to make you uncomfortable. “Right, sorry,” she coughed awkwardly, momentarily forgetting how odd that may have sounded.

“You’ll get sick if you don’t. I’ll take you to my office, there's no one else there,” she assured, hand barely brushing against you back as she swiftly ushered you away from the corridors. Once safely escorted to her office, you hesitantly began unbuttoning your shirt, shying away from Sakura’s gaze. Blushing furiously, she quickly looked away, biting back the timid smile that threatened to break out on her face. Once you were no longer in your soaked clothes, besides your bra and skirt in order to hold onto the little dignity you had left. The feeling of a much drier blazer being gently draped over your shoulders startled you.

“I’ll arrange for a new uniform to be delivered to you before tomorrow, in the meantime I suggest you stay here with me. It would be unwise to attend the rest of your classes in such a state,” Sakura reasoned, a smile adoring her lips as you nodded eagerly at her words. “Thank you so much, Miharutaki san,” you said gratefully, eyes full of sincerity as you grasped her arm. “Y-You’re welcome,” she said stiffly, cheeks tinted pink. You began to chat comfortably with her as the time passed, both of you easing up, forming a rather unlikely friendship. She treated the wounds on your legs, leaning down to take a closer look as she applied the disinfectant.

The door to her office abruptly slammed open, both of you jumping to your feet in shock. “Where is she?” Sachiko inquired before she could fully enter the room, eyes landing on you and Sakura. You could swear when you saw her eyes flicker between the two of you, her red eyes narrowed for the briefest of moments. “My, what happened to you, Y/n?” She asked upon taking in your appearance, sauntering towards you. “I found her by the fountain, some lowly scum thought he could have his way with her.” Sakura informed, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the mere thought. Sachiko’s gaze hardened, hand reaching out to grasp your arm in a firm grip.

“Thank you for accompanying her Sakura, but we’ll be on our way now.” Sachiko said, tugging you away from your saviour. “Goodbye, Y/n. I’ll see you around, don’t forget you’re always welcome here,” Sakura said, waving you off with a hint of a smirk ghosting her lips. Sachiko’s grip on your arm tightened as she pulled you out of the room, dragging you to her own office. “New blazer?” She asked upon reaching her doors, closing them behind her rather roughly. You hummed in response, gasping as she pushed you up against the door. “I don’t like it,” she scowled, tugging on the red fabric.

“Would you prefer it if I walked around the school in a bra?” You asked, rolling your eyes as her gaze travelled down to your chest, a smirk creeping onto her face. “You know I would, darling. Don’t ask such silly questions,” she smirked, shaking her head. “You’d let everyone see me in a skirt and bra? Wow, I’m shocked,” you teased, unable to suppress the giggle that threatened to slip past your lips. “I guess I’d just have to mark you all over, make sure they know not to touch what’s not theirs.” Sachiko growled, tearing the blazer off you, buttons popping off. “Sachiko!” You shouted, bewildered.

“What?” She grinned, pressing a kiss dangerously close to your exposed chest. “That’s Miharutaki san’s! I can’t afford to replace it,” you groaned, but Sachiko paid you no mind, continuing to press lingering kisses to your skin, lighting it ablaze with her lips. “So? Tell her you lost it,” she said simply, shrugging her shoulders. Whining, you pushed her away from you, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you seem to have a solution for everything, what do you suggest I wear since you just ruined the only clothes I had left?” You questioned, unimpressed by the grin that spread across her face.

“You’ll wear mine of course!” She smirked, removing your hands from your chest and pinning them above your head, mischievous glint shining in her red eyes. Huffing, you rolled your eyes, gasping as she bit down on your bra strap, pulling it back between her teeth before releasing it, letting it snap against your skin. Her mouth instantly returns to your neck, teeth sinking into your weak point. Whimpering, you tilted your head back, giving her free access to mark your skin at her leisure. “Did you really think I’d let my pet walk around in someone else’s clothes?” Sachiko whispered against your neck, breath tickling your skin.

“Do you know why you’re my personal house pet, Y/n?” Sachiko’s voice bounced off the walls of her office, your head slowly lifting to meet her gaze, curiosity present in your eyes. “I never know why you do what you do,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders. She hummed at your words, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. “So, are you gonna tell me or not?” You questioned, confused by her silence. She lazily lifted her hand, ushering you over with a come hither motion. Huffing, you reluctantly waltzed towards her, stopping just short of her chair. She tapped her lap rather impatiently, but you only shook your head in refusal.

“Not until you tell me,” you refused, seeing the look in her eyes begin to change. “What makes you think you have a say in this matter?” She raised her brows, clearly amused by your disobedience. Crossing her arms over her chest, she remained silent, waiting for you to give in under her predatory gaze. “How about I tell you after you come and sit like a good girl,” she bargained, feeling playful. Rebelling against her, you hopped onto her desk, eyes dancing with mischief. “Feeling defiant, are we?” Sachiko leaned forwards, perching her chin on the palm of her hand as she glanced at you.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you smirked, a sudden burst of confidence overcoming you. You sighed in boredom, your legs swinging where they dangled from her desk. “All this waiting is making me bored, maybe I should go and find someone else to entertain me,” you said, teasing glint in your eyes. “Perhaps, Miharutaki san would be interested. I heard she’s newly single too,” you hummed in thought, grinning as Sachiko practically jumped to her feet, a feral growl leaving her lips. She lodged herself between your parted thighs, her palms lay flat on the desk by your sides. You looped your arms around her neck, smiling innocently at the sharp glare she sent your way.

“What’s wrong, Juraku sama?” You asked, a look of faux concern plastered on your face. “Watch it, pet. Know your place,” she snarled, face hovering mere inches from yours. “Don’t play with me, that’s my job, not yours.” She warned, breath fanning across your lips from the close proximity. “God you’re insufferable, lucky you’re so goddamn irresistible, pretty thing.” She muttered, lips barely brushing against yours, her eyes briefly fluttering shut. “You talk too much,” you mumbled, kissing her before she could dismiss your words. You groaned as she kissed back with much more intensity, already taking back any bit of control she may have lost.

Pushing her back by her shoulders, you chuckled at the way she gazed at you with half closed, lust filled eyes. “You’re getting soft, Sachiko,” you said, giggling as she scowled, pulling you back in for a desperate kiss. “You’re different, Y/n,” Sachiko muttered against your lips. “I want to be the reason you fall apart,” she admitted between kisses. “But not in the way I do others,” she confessed, those words in particular catching your attention amongst the many you’d heard before. This was new. “I want to ruin you,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to swipe across your lip. A hand trailed up your arm, halting at the base of your neck.

“I need to be the only one who can break you,” she murmured, tone far different from what you had grown accustomed to. Her grip on your neck tightening, nails digging into your skin, leaving crescents in her wake. You pulled back to catch your breath, eyes locked with hers in an intense stare as your chest rose and fell. “B-But then I want to tend to you,” she breathed out, her nose brushing against yours. “I don’t want to leave you broken and longing, I can’t. It simply won’t suffice,” Sachiko shook her head, hands travelling to grasp your hips firmly, a whimper falling from your parted lips. “I want you by my side, pet,” she said, “I just can’t get enough of you, pretty thing.” Her nails dug into your blazer, sharp red eyes boring into your soul. “I want to do it over and over again,” she crashed her lips into yours.

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malevolantkitcheen · 21 days

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sigillite · 2 months

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help me pick what to write next pls :3

sending love to anyone that votes <333

➸ ghost! (harry potter various x reader)

[Name] is a ghost. Well, sort of. She can interact with the world around her, she can’t be seen by wizards nor witches, and she ages as time passes. For a while, she floated through life isolated and confused. But what happens when [Name] meets someone who can actually see her, a wizard by the name of Harry Potter.

➸ real boy (saiki k x reader)

Saiki Kusuo is an enigma in [Name]’s eyes. He’s so unbothered by the world around him, it’s almost as if he isn’t human. [Name], a cunning young girl who can practically get anything she wants out of a person, begins to find herself obsessed with the boy, wanting to see him laugh, cry, show any kind of emotion. As her obsession grows and grows, Saiki finds it harder to keep his secrets hidden, and [Name] has no plans of stopping until she gets what she wants.

➸ compulsive gamber (bnha various x reader)

plot not set up yet -- kakegurui-inspired bnha fic. mc lives a double life as a gambler and ua student. still under construction.

➸ fashionista (stardew valley various x reader)

After losing almost all of her money following a career-damaging lawsuit, [Name] [Lastname], known as Emory Diva in the fashion world, joins her sister in a small town called Stardew Valley.

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moriahwritez · 1 month

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Too perfect to win ~

(Yandere female student/Sevika 🔪)

(Onggg it’s beeen soooo LONG!!! Gotta make you guys entertained😭)

Summary: Your a higher rank female student with gambling skills in university of Zaun. You go against the richest woman of all times; Sevika (Silco’s right hand).

Warning: None

Kinda related to Kakegurui (Anime). You’re pretty much like Yumeko in this fanfic. All crazy just to win and have fun. Can get quite flirty but when it comes to gamble, it’s madness.

Might have second part, if you’re willing to see more.

Now enjoy ❤️

Special night happened in Zaun. A casino was built across the last drop from Vander’s ideas. He thought it would be a genius just to have the people who live there, can be more entertained, involving money. There were several smoke pipe filling through the air of the place. There was even red wine passing around, some couches to sit on and chat, but mostly slot machines and table with plenty of cards to play against. There were blackjacks, poker, roulette and more to choose from. That’s when you step in. You’ve heard about a gamble event from whispers of people who knew you would show up. You were a woman who’ve gambled with others ever since you transferred from a different world to a brand new university.

As you show up, you were met by this women. The most all of known; Sevika. You gave her a slight smirk, crossing your arms to stare down at her. Sevika was already on this green comfy chair, waiting to play against you tonight. “Say, you’re Silco’s right hand I’ll say? It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sevika.” You smiled happily, looking innocent as if you were just a random lady giving out handshake or something. Sevika replied, taking out her cigarette and inhale from her nose. “What are you here for, young lady? This is not school time.” She laughs, taking her cigar away. Some of her groups laugh as well. “Or are you here to gamble?” Sevika asks sharply. “You sure have the guts to go against me, dear.” She takes a few puffs. “I would really like your way of playing if that’s how we’re gonna end up.” Sevika says getting up to stand above you. She wasn’t playing when it came to gamble and winning over money. She didn’t give a crap on anyone losing over her. “It’s pretty risky, but it’s worth it.”

You tilt your head while staring up at her. Chuckling under your breath, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Now, how much you would want to bet actually? I have all night for this event.” You lift up a badge that was around your neck. “As you may not know, Zaun has a college university for higher people here, who’s very good at gambling. Not sure if you heard it around,” you said with a brief smile, not afraid of this bold woman. “Of course I’m familiar with your university.” The woman replied sharply. Then her eyes drift down to see your badge with your name, Y/N. “So, what exactly do you propose for this bet, y/n?” Sevika lift her head while still staring down at you. “5,000 yens,” you claim. Sevika shook her head and laughs. “Really? 5,000? You know that isn’t impressive at all to me. After all, you don’t stand a chance winning me over, cutie.” Her thin smile spread across her face. “But, here how it goes. I’ll add 2,000 yens on top of your bet-“ “That’ll makes it 7,000 yens, so perhaps 8,000 at least.” You said, cutting her off. You just couldn’t remove that darn smile off your face. Oh how priceless.

��Ah…” Sevika rise up from her body, staring a far distance from you. “I see…your actually a gambler? I thought you were just some ordinary student asking the most randomness question like how they always present after class. But this time isn’t.” Then she smiled with admiration. “8,000 yens it is. That would be quite an offer. And do you have the balls to go up to that, sweetheart?” She asks, letting out a chuckle. But you wanted more. Your ways was to have that excitement of combining with intelligence and reveal it as a hobby. You were playing as if it didn’t affect you. You had great power and money that overcame you. “I’ll like to go higher than that actually~” You said quite flirty. Sevika raised her eyebrow. “Must be a daredevil for sure. How bout we raise the stakes? Let’s bet 10,000 yens.” “Make it 15,000.” That’s when people stop on what they were doing and look to see the two sides competing. The whole room was filled with silence. “Your sure are a bold one, aren’t you?” She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “15,000 yens it is.”

Two finally sat on their chairs away from each other while a large table settle on the middle. “This may be your last night of gambling. I hope you know what’s coming up. Just hope you don’t cry all over me.” Once again she laughs, enjoying this situation your both in while others around murmur. The gambling game begins. The crowd grow over by seconds. It was so obvious that an interesting game could carried certain players that was worth watching. This game was when each person needed to get to 21, quickly as possible. Sevika started shuffling deck of cards. “I’ll tell you what, y/n. See how this night goes when we go back to back from this game. If you get to 21 first, I’ll play you, alright?” You nod with a smile. “Sounds like a plan.” You first placed a card on the center of the table. Sevika looked at you and the card carefully. The situation was now getting tense. Another one was left with a card she placed close to you on the table. On the board Sevika had: 16. You had 14. (Random card game idk😭)

After placing yours, you see Sevika pulls out another one. This card was specifically designed for double twice. Her board went to 18. Oh man she was close to win. “It’s not always about gambling you know. I would like to rise the bet actually. 1,000,000 yens.” The crowd went total nuts when you claimed a bigger amount of money. Sevika was caught of guard. “Wow…now you sure you want to keep to 15,000 instead? Alright beats on me.” She chuckles. “One million only. That’s it.” “Which is fun, right?” You chuckle. “Don’t you ever have any fun gambling?” You asked while placing another card. “Who told you that I don’t have fun? Kind of question your asking me?” Sevika ended up having 20 on the board. She sighs, stretching out her body and leaning back to her seat. Out of nowhere, you had 21 on the board. “Huh?” Sevika showed surprise on her face as she stare at the board. How she didn’t see that coming? She glanced down at the betting table.

“Supposedly I win. After all, I was just joking about getting for one million. I’ll stick to 15,000 yens instead.” You giggled. “Dont mess with me, pretty thing. You shouldn’t joke around when it comes to bet with money.” Says Sevika, her cold gaze narrowed towards you. “I’m all for it. I’m sure you don’t even have that kind of money. Only the top rating students had-“ With a fist slam to the table, Sevika was no longer in her neutral state. She was now irrated by your foolish tone of sarcasm. “Better watch your mouth you-“ “Would you kind to pay up now? The game over now, silly.” You said folding your hands together. “All I’m asking of you is 15,000.” Your eyes were now in deep red. “Your really something women.” She deeply sigh, pulls out a stack of coins with a grunt. “Should be enough for y’all.” You place your palm of the bag while looking up at her again. “It all comes to madness.” You started laughing a bit loud, with another hand placing your mouth. “I win as always.” Before you try calming down, which Sevika thought you were insane all of a sudden, the crowd went back up whispering to one another in even more shock.

“I’ll be back once again, Sevika. Or shall I say I would come to play but you might as well lose once again.” You replied with another laugh. Sevika’s body spoke in rush of adrenaline. Something inside of her wanted to crush you right ahead, teaching you a lesson. But instead she back down and want to treat you like a lady and this was just all a game for the night. “Consider this a next time, Sevika. I’ll see you then~” You wink at her with a blow kiss, grabbing the bag of coins, walking out the building like it was nothing XD. Sevika was stunned by the event that been unfolded, out of place. That beautiful and innocent face you had at first disappeared into the rest of the folks. From this day forward, Sevika still tries to think more about you….how you ended up in Zaun in the first place, besides gambling. How mysterious it was for you to play her off like that and then vanshied?

(Wow that was a heck of a story. You beat her this time. Oh poor Sevika. No worries, I’ll be having more stories of her and hopefully Abby. I am trying to pull others in fanfics as well. Lmk how this turned out for you. Please reblog for others to see. Thank you💕💕💕).

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