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mellowwillowy · 1 year

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Pet (Kakegurui AU)

Yan!Childe with childhood friend fem reader

Pet play, manipulative Childe, idk if I should tag corruption since Childe didn't really enter you(?), 50% plot 50% lemon (HAHAHA), depressed reader (suicide thoughts), life schedule, reader is called as sister, mentions of past relationships in the end

If you are not familiar with Kakegurui then it's basically... gambling *peaces out*

"Hee, I didn't expect you to be here at all sis~"

Childe says as he playfully traces his finger over your Mitten tags. Ajax, your childhood friend is now one of the members of the student council? You are not sure if you really want to know what power he has in his grasp.

"Let me guess, you failed to pay up during fund collections right?" The Ajax you remember used to be a shy boy that is scared of almost everything. His current smile can be compared to the current toothy smile he used to give you although there seems to be something unhinged from it. His eyes seem to contribute most of it, you guess. You shouldn't have left that day maybe? Maybe that way he'll help you out right now?

"Don't look at me like that sis~ I'm just guessing given how you don't look like someone who indulges yourself in gambling"

You look away from Childe. Perhaps you should have played with the other students when you have the money and chance to? Even if you have the money right now, who can guarantee they won't use this Mitten tag? You grip your tag tightly, knuckles turning white at the thought of how low you've fallen. Should you ask him to help you? You two have a good history after all...

"Ajax... I..."

"Hmmm~?"

Childe cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. Should you really ask for his help? To someone who has grudges against you? You shake your head before bowing down to him, muttering a small apology before walking away from him. Something feels wrong and you're not going to take any risks by involving yourself with a member of the student council.

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You are currently hiding in one of the academy's most hidden and unattended spots. This garden has always been empty which makes it a perfect spot for you to hide from everyone. Maybe you'll survive in your school days by hiding away from people? The debts increase with each funds collection and game the students proposed to you forcefully to the point that a life schedule has been given to you.

You dare not read the life schedule. You wonder what kind of disturbing things are written inside. You've heard from people how their life schedule has trampled down every aspect of their life. And now, you are one of them.

You sob to yourself, hiding your face from the sun ray as you ponder what you should do now. To follow all that is written in the life schedule or to find a way out now even if it'll only throw you down into another rabbit hole.

"It's not rare for the life schedule to ask you to become a prostitute even if your face is mid-good you know~"

You jump up from the voice. A familiar voice with a hint of... playfulness? You look up and find the source, Childe. You shake your head in disbelief, you know that the schedule probably asks you to become one even if it's not directly stated. The last sugar-coated statement it'll give you would be a 'marriage' with someone who'll gladly wash away your debts in exchange for you.

Childe smiles at you before patting your head while giving you words of reassurance, contrary to you, his hand is warm with affection but you can feel him shaking a bit just like you. You look up at him and shoot him a questioning look,

"Ajax, why are you shaking?"

Childe was startled for a while before bursting into laughter, saying how random and straightforward you are as a person. You couldn't comprehend what he means and only look away with red washing your face. Are you not supposed to ask him why?

Childe looks at your curling form, as round and small as a hamster. How does it feel to hold you up like a hamster? To place you inside a cage and provide everything you need. An adorable and comfortable cage home, endless stock of food and water, countless toys for you to play with and-

"Ajax, I feel like things would be better if I disappear right now..."

Childe's eyes widen at your statement. This is bad. You can just disappear without a worry in this world because you are an orphan, no one is bound with you and no one is dragged down with you. If only there was still someone who's somehow related to you then you'll have to think twice about everything. But your only supposedly family had been left rotten under the snow.

"Hey hey, come one now. What will be left of me if you were to disappear?"

You look up at him again, his eyes are empty as usual although this time hints of fear and anger are evident in his eyes. But why? You shift your gaze to the sky, engraving the beauty into your memories. Maybe you'll jump down facing toward the sky instead of drinking some candies?

"I won't allow that"

Oh, did you say it out loud? Childe's face looks so much in pain now. Do you matter to him that much to the point he's really upset with you? Childe crouches in front of you, his form blocking the view of the sky. With a shaky hand, he cups your face gently, his thumb circling your cheek as though trying to calm you down.

"I'll help you out"

He'll help you out? He'll save you? Childe takes the life schedule and keeps it inside his blazer while muttering out endless reassurance for you.

"While I can't just sweep your debts away, I can... show to everyone that you are in fact, mine"

"But... how?"

Childe smiles at you again, his eyes glinting in excitement this time.

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The collar is not tight but it's not loose as well. With every move you make, the chains will dangle as Childe holds the leash with pride. On the other hand, you are trying your best to cover your face with your hair, is this supposed to be a way to save you or humiliate you? Your hands gripping the hem of your skirt tightly, your lip bleeding from the amount of strength you've bitten it.

Is this the right thing to do? Childe did say something about showing them who you belong to will scare the other students from toying with you. You figure that this is probably some kind of public announcement that you are his now although you are not sure if all the students really understand it. What would happen to those who didn't get the hint? Well, they are in fact out of a sudden, lost in a big game and a fido or mitten tag is on their neck now.

You look up toward Childe, his smile never leaving his face as he walks with you in pride.

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"I demand... a public match... with you!"

Your voice booms as you glare at Childe with your mitten tag in your hand. While Childe enjoys gambling, the last thing he could think of would be you demanding a public match with him. Don't get him wrong though, he loves the idea of gambling with you, in fact, he's actually aching for it. Will it be a game of luck, bluff, or skill?

But why so sudden?

He examines his surroundings, and there he sees familiar figures, Rosalyne and Zhongli. What are they planning? Doesn't matter, at least for now. Either way, he has to accept your request although feeling a bit bitter about the fact that you've been deceived by them to turn against him.

"Then shall we play like the old times, Sister?"

Childe's smile reaches his eyes for the first time.

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"Ahh~ it's a shame you lost Sis~"

Childe's hands are on your tense shoulder while you shudder in disbelief. You lost? You lost despite cheating your whole way during the game? There's only 1 possibility for this and that is Childe figuring out the cheats earlier than you expected and using it on his own. And yet those student councils said-!

"Sister~ it's time for you to pay up"

Childe yanks your face toward him by your cheek while cooing at you. His finger occasionally taps your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. The grip on your face starts to feel painful with each second you leave him unanswered. It doesn't take long until Childe lets go of you and wrap the collar back on your neck, tugging you up with the chain leash. He tugs it strongly, strong enough to make you fall from your seat.

"Doesn't matter, I'll still be the one who sweeps your debts away anyway"

You look up at him from the floor with a puzzled look on your face. What did he just say?

"Ah, right"

Childe takes a book out of his blazer, your... life schedule? Childe crouches down at your eye level as he opens the first few pages of the book before placing it in front of your face, allowing you to read it for the first time.

You should have read it that day.

"Do you understand it now, Sister? The moment you failed to pay, the moment I saw you, the moment you stepped into this academy, your whole life is all mine to claim and plan already~"

For the first time, the chains on your collar feel way too heavy for you.

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You've lost your mitten tag but the collar remains there. You are not sure if it's actually to warn people or to just show people off that you, in fact, are claimed already. You scoff to yourself, it's definitely the second. Who in their sane mind doesn't know about your public match with him and how you lost terribly. How you lost everything the moment you stepped into this academy. The public match was nothing but just a pastime for him.

The life schedule contents, on the other hand, are filled with Childe's names, from the beginning until the end.

Marriage, career, children, preferences, everything. Should you be grateful that the person you've been sold to is Childe himself and not someone else? The person who you'll spend the rest of your life would be him. The person who you'll share your bed with is him. The person who you'll create a family with would be him despite not wanting one. The person who your children will call father would be him. Him. Him. Him. You bring your hand to your mouth, your throat and guts itching for vomit. Your little Ajax has tricked you.

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(NSFW, MDNI *doubt*)

"They tricked you into having a public match with me"

He tricked you, not them.

"And you just agreed with it"

Why wouldn't you when you finally learn about how he's the one who has been pulling all the strings?

"They are pulling strings behind my back"

He is pulling strings behind your back, reducing you into nothing but a puppet.

"They are targetting the president by making the housepets gamble with all the student councils at the same time"

And they failed, horribly.

"Signora was not a part of it so there's nothing I can do about her"

The woman who whispers endless encouragement for you to take him.

"But Zhongli... I have to be certain to blow him fatally. For going against the president despite being a member of the student council..."

Childe leans toward you, his face barely away from yours before he licks your lip.

"And for making my beloved Sister go against me"

That is your last straw before you slap him, his face thrown to the other side, savoring every moment of the pain on his cheek.

"I'm not... your Sister... nor your friend!"

You yell at him hysterically. Childe only chuckles at you before making his advances on you, his lips crashing with yours. You try your best to not give in and open up but the way Childe nibbles with your lip and how his hands travel all across your body makes you give in to him in the end. In the end, you give in and let him in, savoring every inch of your mouth as his hands work with your uniform. No matter how many times you hit his chest, pull his hair, kicking him, he won't budge. Instead, he takes pleasure in having you struggling under him. His hands travel down to your skirt, caressing your thigh in a circular motion before cupping your heat. You know where this is going and your tears start to flow down from your eyes as you shake your head while begging him to stop.

"Mmh, not gonna. If you are no longer my Sister nor my friend then that'll only mean one thing, you are my pet"

Childe tugs you by the collar before biting your exposed clavicle, littering it with bite marks.

"I doubt you are ready to abandon your pride to become my Sister again hm? If so then allow me to treat you like how I would to a pet"

Childe starts off easy and gentle, rubbing your clit over and over while he undresses you. You try your best to contain your moans, familiar but unfamiliar with the sensations. It doesn't take long for you to drench your panties and stocking, tempting Childe to rip it and put your panties aside. You gasp at Childe's finger entering you, familiarizing itself with your gummy walls.

"Mmh, so tight. Say, have you ever touched yourself pet?"

Coos Childe as another finger enters you, the stretch isn't as painful as you expected because Childe makes sure that you are wet enough for him to enter you. His tongue dances from your jaw toward your ear, nibbling it like how one would with candy. His fingers curl knuckles deep inside you, feeling something blocking him he knows what he has to do now.

"So it really is your first time..." he mumbles to himself before retreating his fingers. What you expected to be a break for you was cut short when he starts abusing your clit. He doesn't want your first time to be like this but he doesn't feel like leaving you unattended as well. You lean onto Childe's chest as his fingers move at a crazy speed, your stomach filled with butterflies while your moans slip out from your throat. Childe's cock twitches at how your hands hold him in place tightly as your support, he didn't expect you to abandon some of your pride and cling to him for a false sense of security. It only makes Childe even happier as his fingers now tease you in a circular motion while nipping your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks here and there.

"Toi.. toilet, toilet, Ajax, I-"

"Toilet hm? Ah, it's okay, just do it here. As an owner, I'll clean up your mess later hm? Aren't I a good owner?"

Childe finds it adorable how you are not aware of the fact that you are in fact squirting right now. He'll make sure to use this to his advantage before you finally know what's going on with you. Your eyes roll back as you moan out loudly, your toes curling while your hands never let go of Childe.

"Mmh, good girl good girl, you've done well hm? Look at all the mess you've done too"

You look down at the puddle below you, ashamed, you bury your face into his chest whether you like it or not. Childe slides his pants down, his boxer showing a huge bulge restrained under the fabric. Childe slides his boxer down and his cock springs out immediately, making you flinch at the sight. That, entering you? That large, veiny thing? You look at Childe in horror as you let go of him. Seeing this, Childe's hand yank your hands back and place it on his chest,

"We won't, we won't~ I prefer doing it somewhere much more romantic although I can't help but show you what this little guy can do"

He starts by collecting the precum on the tip before spreading it all over his shaft. You try to look away but Childe's hand says otherwise, forcing you to watch him pump himself as his grip on your jaw tightens every time you try to look away from it or shut your eyes close. Every now and then, he'll kiss you or touch you again.

"Haah.. how do you think... this will enter you? Stretching you... ripping you apart from the inside... your blood... on me... on the bedsheet..."

Even when chasing his high, he still manages to make you squirm in embarrassment from all the details. His tip looks painfully red now while his thighs start to spasm. What surprises you is how Childe places your hand on top of his red tip as he strokes himself even faster. You try to pull away but his hand won't allow you to as he tightens his grip on your hand, making you cup his tip.

"Com- coming, coming- ah!"

And that's all you get as a warning before he spurts out all over your palm, his mouth wide open as his eyes and head roll back. Your face flushes red as he lets go of your hand, letting you observe how he has tainted your hand.

"Hehe, I'll make sure to book a room for us two soon, pet"

Right, you are no longer his Sister nor his friend. Until you are finally ready to abandon your pride, he'll be treating you like a pet. The collar and leash's chain serve as a reminder. A pet.

"I love you... ,______"

Another kiss to seal your fate.

(Yeah I'm using a Kakegurui Futago ref here)

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Grudge

"Where is Sister?"

Childe asked his mother. His mother only looked away from him while ushering him to sit down. Childe's eyes roam around the whole room, looking for you.

He couldn't find you.

"...her butler... came and took her away when you were missing"

Childe's heart dropped. You left him. You left him while he was trying his best to survive the abyss? You left him despite him begging for you to stay? He was only gone for 3 days and you couldn't even wait to properly bid farewell to him?

"The butler said that something urgent came up"

Is it truly that urgent to steal you away from him?

"That she is in danger..."

He was the one who's in danger and not you.

"That someone might... "

Kill you? As much as he hates you leaving him without any farewell, he'd rather have your butler killed instead of you.

And she was. As a result of it, you had to stand all by yourself without anyone guiding and protecting you anymore.

An orphan without anyone as your guardian.

Possible scenario

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OCs Note: Zili couldn't find you in this world after she was resurrected so yeah, you are pretty much an orphan without a guardian.

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panduhpear · 3 months

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Mistakes were made….👁👄👁…

#anime art #artists on tumblr #digital art #record of ragnarok #ror loki #ror shiva #ror anubis #chibi #kakegurui au #kakegurui #drawing #im sorry #🤪

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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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predictable-affairs · 2 years

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Fate? in: i. Blonde men

Student body!Bakugou x f!reader smut - kakegurui au

tw: smut; spanking; impact play; dirty talk; name calling; brat taming; slight petplay; fingering; size kink; power imbalance.

Starting a new school is never easy. All the rules you have to learn, written and unwritten, all the new friend you have to make, the new personas you have to create to fit in. The time it takes to gain trust from others. And the absolute hell it is trying to understand another person.

It was way easier when we were younger. The kids would tease and make fun of you, until you got the hang of. And when you showed a hidden talent… Oh! And there you go with a band of friends.

Simple friends.

Simple times…

However, the older you get, the more do things change. No one cares for teasing you to get comfortable around. No one really takes that much of an interest in you, unless you stand out in some sort of way, but even then, it’s quiet giggles and whispers, never adding you to the conversation.

That’s when you need to add more initiative and that’s when you start to gain a reputation.

Making friends and talking to people, the history of what you said is what grants you a role in the school’s hierarchy. And that’s exactly how you do it here in this new school, right?

Yeah, as long as you plan being a nobody in the eyes of this school.

Hyakkaou Private Academy is not one of those places.

Making friends and telling intriguing stories is not the way you’ll gain a name for yourself in this school.

Hyakkaou Academy is an intimate and alluring place. With dark walls, black and red uniforms, and an atmosphere rivaling the comparison of classical erotic romance novels, this prestigious school is where your worth is measured not just by how much money you have, but how much you can gain gambling.

And you’re exactly here; with a scholarship and funds from the school no less.

You’ve heard about this Academy before, read all about it in the newspaper.

“Student from Hyakkaou Private Academy shocks economists by increasing government funding for public schools and work sectors!”

“Student from prestigious Academy becomes world’s top investor.”

“Hyakkaou Academy scores first for best exam scores in all of Japan yet again!”

The fame, the knowledge these students were getting, the money that comes with it too.

You were hoping for all that too, as soon as you stepped foot onto campus. However, destiny and fate are never really fair when your bank account isn’t drained by luck.

Oh boy, did you have a lot to learn.

“Show your cards!”

And you were going to learn fast.

“Hngh…”

“Well come on, show your cards, loser!”

A high, bit raspy voice, probably belonging to a female.

“Full house!”

Oh, and there seems to be a boy talking. It seems like his voice is shaking a bit. Is it nerves? Yet so much relief put into those two words…

“Heh,”

“Four of a kind.”

And the noise! So much noise now, it seems there’s a commotion starting from those simple words. Are they playing some sort of game?

“Bring me the tag!”

“There you go, little puppy,”

What’s going on there?

“Now go get me some strawberry milk!”

You never would’ve guessed that the shadows of people preforming against the floor were of a blonde-haired boy, with, what looks to be a thick black streak in his hair, kneeling in front of a messy, blonde-haired girl.

Hmm, he seems… cute.

“Hm? What are you waiting for? Move, housepet!”

“I- please! Please, lend me a bit more money, Himiko! I swear I can repay, just give me a week! A week! Please!”

“I didn’t ask you to repay me your debt, I asked you to go get me my drink!”

“And last I checked, dogs don’t speak, they bark.”

“…”

“Bark, housepet! That is an order!”

“…”

“I said bark!”

“…woof…”

“I couldn’t hear you, pet~”

“Woof!”

“Atta boy!”

“Now go be a good puppy and fetch me what I asked of you.”

“…woof.”

What’s this? What’s happening?

Why is she treating that poor boy that way?

More importantly: why is no one stopping her?!

“Hey! You can’t treat a human being that way!”

You swear it was said that this is a prestigious and respectful school. So why is this sort of thing happening? The games and privileges of the rich; maybe you’ll never understand.

“Huh?”

Such a high pitch exclaim, annoyance so audible it echoes through the room.

“Who said that?”

The blonde boy sees you, oh how the color drains from his face.

“Hey you, new girl.”

Why does he seem even more anxious than before?

“Me?”

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

It’s as if burning, his eyes feel so intense. Everyone’s eyes feel so…

“You the goody-two-shoes telling me how to treat my pets?”

“I, uh…”

Though, perhaps, it’s not that different. After all, confidence is key.

“Yeah… yeah, I am.”

“Hm,”

The expression she gives, not a single muscle pulled for a smile. Mayne instead of smile lines, she’ll have frown lines when she gets old.

“You don’t know the rules here, do you?”

They’re all staring at you.

“No, as a matter of fact, I do.”

Silence. Perhaps stunned silence?

“And I don’t think this just goes for the school.”

“I think, that everywhere, you treat people as human beings; this being no exception.”

The blonde girl tilts her head, she seems more open this way.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, and I’m not letting you treat this poor boy that way,”

You turn to look at him, still so much worry echoing in his face, it seems to reap as electricity does.

“You can’t let them treat you this way, you’re a human being.”

The boy still doesn’t move. Why won’t he speak?

“Come on, get up, let’s go and talk to a teacher about this.”

What you’re doing is right, right? No one should be allowed to bully someone like this. Then why does it feel as if you’re rain on oil?

“Ahaha!!”

What a high-pitched laugh.

“You really are clueless, aren’t you, new meat?”

“God, we’re gonna have so much fun corrupting you.”

Why won’t he move? Why won’t anybody move?

“What do you mean?”

“With that attitude of yours, there’s only two ways your time here will go,”

What is she talking about?

“You’ll probably end up losing fate while staying here and end up in the shadows.”

“Or?”

“Heh,”

She smiles, an intimidating sight.

“Or, you’ll become a housepet, just like your little friend here.”

Liar, she’s a liar, she knows nothing of what she talks about.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself mixed into, new meat.”

No, maybe you don’t.

“No, I don’t know.”

She can rot in hell, everyone can rot in hell if they think they can intimidate you.

You walk forward. You don’t know how to play these games, but you do understand the school. No one holds empathy for each other, cause that’s what they feel they deserve. And those who do? They end up bullied and stuffed into lockers as trash. This school doesn’t care about your story, or even your history. Hell, even your background is irrelevant. Money? That’s one thing, but control, power? That will get anyone on their knees in front of you to beg for mercy.

You’re manicured nails dig into the wood of the desk.

“But I’m sure I’ll catch up,”

Money and power.

“Hm, then why not try right now? Save your little friend from his oh so terrible fate!”

Control.

“And how would I do that?”

You can gain all that through one thing.

“Gambling.”

…

“The rules of this game are simple.”

“We’re gonna play durak.”

“You have to protect yourself from my cards by placing a higher-ranking card on top with the same symbol. The cards with the same symbol as the one on the bottom of the deck are trump cards that can beat any card except other trump cards.”

“The goal is to get rid of all of your cards, however, you have to have six cards in your hand until there are no more cards in the deck.”

“If you don’t have a way to protect yourself from a card, you have to take them all.”

“Any questions?”

A game of luck to free the boy with the black streaked hair from his debt.

“No.”

“Good, then let’s begin!”

…

Russian games are always so scary. The names or the way they end up. You guess this card game fits both. The way each card is set on the table, oh the swirls, they’re all so intricate. You’ve never seen playing cards so beautiful. They’d never belong anywhere else but here. That’s what you get for a school specializing in gambling.

The hierarchy seems weird and pitiful even. The way everyone seems to care less and less. The way you can raise your status just as easily as you can drop it. Actually, no. It’s a bit more difficult to raise your status than lower, since just money won’t help you win a gamble. It can be the death of you, really.

Oh, how fun it’d be to waste it, to waste someone else’s money. To reap your life choices with no consequences or repercussions. How fun it’d be to get money for nothing. How fun it’d be to get money just because someone thinks you’re special.

Oh, how fun it’d be to be you.

You, a scholarship student. A person, which the school decided was special, and gave you an enormous sum of money just to go to their school. Money, which you can spend here gambling to save the lives of others.

Yeah, that’s exactly what you want to do. That’s exactly what you’re going to do!

Screw these rich snobs! This is exactly the situation people can’t help but get into, because there’s no other way of life for them, no other way to realize their dreams, even with hard work. Kiss up or beat the rich kids, but no one likes a kiss up.

“Last three cards, new meat.”

Shit, she’s right, she’s on her last cards and there’s five cards left in the pile.

“Ten of diamonds.”

“Two of clubs.”

Damnit! A trump card; she wouldn’t use it unless she had a higher one.

“Got anything more?”

She knows she’s going to win; she wouldn’t be asking me for more if she didn’t, she must have a really high trump card.

“No, your turn.”

“Hm, hehe~”

What is she…

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

“Hm, what do you mean?”

“You can’t take the bottom card!”

“Hm, but I am~”

“That’s against the rules.”

“Not in my game of durak.”

“I never specifically said you have to take the top card of the pile,”

“So I’ll take the four I need from the bottom~”

“But you-“

“Relax, I’ll leave the one for you, but oh! Would you look at that,”

The girl raises her elbow, as the bracelets make a harmonizing sound clashing together, she takes a shimmering card from her hand. All you can see is white for a minute, as the polished surface seems to direct light right at you.

“King of clubs!”

Shit, now you’re really screwed.

She giggles with joy and malice, shooting a look right at you, faux sympathy sewn between her words.

“You wanna give up now, or keep playing, see how far you’ll get?”

No, you’re determined to save this boy from the utter humiliation he’s been put in.

“No, let’s keep going.”

You’ll win this somehow.

“Fine, can’t wait to have two adorable little housepets~”

You definitely will.

…

“Oh, and would you look at that, we both have one card left,”

Her eyes dance around the table.

“Ah, but there’s one more card left in the deck.”

“It’s all yours, new meat.”

“I…”

Shit, shit, SHIT! How could this happen, how did it end up like this?!

One card, ONE card, and you know she kas the king of clubs. God, this is so unfair! Sorry, but it seems you just couldn’t save him, the boy with the black streaked hair. Guess you’ll both have to succumb to the fate of bad luck.

And that smile, that smirk on his face, it’ll go away. It’ll go away with the next one card.

Card…

The card!

You can’t believe it. It’s… it’s an ace of clubs!

“Well, your turn, new meat.”

She interrupts your thoughts like darkness over light, however the polish of these cards will never cease to bring light.

“Ace of clubs.”

“What…?”

The blonde girl seems to drain. She looks as if an empty blood bag, all see through and crumbled, about to be tossed in the trash with small little blood drops and smears.

She picks up the card, her bracelets no longer dangle with the glee and mischief they did before, adding it to the collection of cards that was and is her demise.

“Queen of spades.”

And that’s how she lost. That’s, how you ended up saving the boy. And that’s exactly when lady luck started enveloping you.

Maybe luck wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it’s a viable currency to have. No inflation, and no cost of investments, all you have to do is control, for it’ll come to you naturally.

Lady luck, the spotted currency of our future. And power, the food that’ll feed luck, the light that will bring demise to this school.

You, the key to ending them all.

…

Four months have passed since you joined the Hyakkaou Private Academy.

And it’s been exactly four months since your very first gamble.

The blonde girls name, you learned, was Himiko Toga, and she was one of the students that recently gained fame, for suddenly rising to the top in the gambling game. Luck had quickly overcome her, and she was playing games with people left and right, sometimes even challenging some of the higher ups, however, never getting too far. Himiko became arrogant. And it seems that arrogance and luck don’t mix transparently for long.

The time for her downfall accumulated quickly, and what seemed to crack the hourglass was the gamble with you. After winning the game and freeing the blonde boy with the black streak in his hair (whose name, you later learned, was Denki), Himiko felt humiliated and challenged you to another game, however, turning it down as to not push your luck too much, Himiko seemed to become even more enraged, starting to question if ‘do you even know who I am?!’ and threatening to ‘ruin your life and start here at this school!!’.

Long story short, Himiko didn’t seem to recover from her loss, going on to engage in even riskier and bigger gambles, until she played herself into debt and is now rumored to be a housepet.

However, for you, luck seemed to cling on as if a bee to honey. Was it beginners’ luck? Were you just that good at playing the variety of card games? Did your mind just function a different way? Was it easier for you to grasp the concepts and loopholes of such games? You found as time went on, you raised these questions to yourself more and more.

And as time went on, you seemed to slowly lose the path to the quest you seemed to grace yourself upon.

“Alright, so that’s three today, we can end it here as to not push our luck too hard,”

“Uhuh…”

“But with the way it’s going, I’d say we have quite good chance of saving another.”

“Right.”

“They seem to be-“

“These gambles are getting boring.”

“What?”

“I don’t know… It just seems that there isn’t the same excitement there is to them as there was before…”

“Was before? (y/n), it’s been four months.”

“And?”

“And I think the winnings are getting to your head.”

It’s true, it does seem that the late string of success is seemingly getting longer, however thinner too.

“Agh! I don’t know, Denki, I think I’m just used to the level of stupidity these people radiate.”

“Wow, that’s low.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to win against them?”

“Yeah, once you figure them out, it’s easy, boring sailing from there.”

“Maybe you should challenge more powerful opponents.”

“Meh, they’ll probably be even easier to figure out,”

The arrogance.

“Spoiled little babies with golden spoons up their ass.”

It’s getting to you.

“Easy.” you sit back lamely, with a flail of your hand in the air, a show of boredom. You probably look like a rococo painting, spilled on the red sofa, as if a garden of red dahlias surrounds you. Dramatic.

“If you feel that way, maybe you should candidate for the student body president.” Denki seems a little fed up.

“Hmm… maybe…”

“It’d be for a good cause.” he tries to encourage.

“I’ll think about it,”

The coziness of the lonesome breakroom seems to dissipate slowly, as if melting time.

Melting time.

Time is melting…

A groan escapes your lips.

“Whatever, let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter, just go.”

…

The library once made a huge impression on you. The love for literature runs deep in the Hara blood. Legend has it that when spilled, your families blood roots deep into the soil and grows the most mightiest libraries. Apparently, that’s how the library of Alexandria came to be, and apparently it burned down because of rivaling enemies.

So, it’s no surprise that the same love for books runs deep within your soul. From learning to read at the age of three, to sleeping in the library, amongst the books is where you feel most at home.

The school’s library was definitely something to behold. It’s a place that seemed to flood instant stillness onto you. At the beginning weeks, you spent a lot of time here, sitting and reading, finding meaning amongst the words of dead trees.

However, it faded quickly, as one late night here opened a whole new world of the school to you. The conversations, the moans, the gambles – it all seemed so strange, so sacred, so… sacrilegious. The library was a sanctuary, yet it’s defiled by the dirty thoughts and lustful actions preformed here late at night.

You’re back here, the middle of day. The day is when the sanctuary sleeps, and so it seems not much action is taking place today.

A few gambles, some poorly hidden makeout sessions, and a sprinkle of studying students. The definition of a diverse haven.

“Deeenki–!”

“Right here, (y/n).”

“I’m bored, let’s gamble for a bit.” You smile at the blonde man, flashing the glossiest eyes you can in an attempt to persuade him.

“Oh man, I’d sure love to,” he excuses, “but I think I’m done for today, gonna save my energy for the night.”

Ugh, excuses, excuses.

“You prude, you’re just afraid I’m going to win again.” You argue.

“Maybe,” he steps closer to you, right in front, “so I think I’ll save myself the humiliation and meet you later at class.” He leans down and gently pecks your forehead. This doesn’t seem to satisfy you.

“Denkiii–!” you whine.

He leans back.

“Yeah yeah, why don’t you stomp your foot too and start fussing even more.” He muses, playfully teasing you.

“Screw you!” you retort as he turns his back and simply waves, walking out of the huge room and probably to the café.

Whatever, guess you’ll have to find your own fun.

…

One, two, three gambles in and the adrenaline is already wearing off. It’s boring, really. The fourth gamble is no longer to save a housepet. The fifth gamble is no longer a small sum of money at stake. The sixth gamble gets some blood rushing to that head, as it no longer stops at card games. And the seventh? Oh, the seventh gamble is what sends you to heaven. The riskiest one with the biggest amount of money at stake and even later: your life.

Success did not abandon your eyes for even a second; the housepets, the money, the winnings, following you like a tightly sewn shadow, not one piece daring to flake.

With power and luck, adrenaline seems to disappear, soaked up with the likes of a drying sponge, right in heat.

And so, it seems that–

Oh?

Who’s that? Who’s there?

Another little blonde boy seemingly not knowing where to gamble?

He seems lost.

Come on, why don’t you be a good little girl and help this poor student out. Show him the ropes, get him under your wing. After all, you are the best, so why not give him a good start.

A little voice whispers to you in the back of your head. ‘It’s wrong,’ it says, ‘your mission is to save them, not gamble them into debt’.

But, is it really that wrong? From the looks of it, he’s going to gamble himself into debt sooner or later, so why not make the circumstances nice and at least give him an easy start, a chance to grasp the reality of his situation and then let him go when he seems to toughen up a bit.

‘You mean, pays you back,’

No.

Maybe…

‘He won’t have anything to pay you back with if you do this’

Hm, then he’ll be a pretty little housepet for you. Plus, he’d look just so adorable right on his knees for you.

Hm, this voice is getting annoying, and if you hover around too long, he might just get taken away. Go to him.

‘It’s wrong!’ the little voice screams. It seems to keep fading away. So far, far away…

Meh, what does it know about wrong and right? This feels right, this feels… exciting. So you’re going to do it. You’ll cure your boredom here, for now…

“Why hello there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” you extend your hand with a smile, “I’m (y/n), what’s your name?” you keep that cute, most innocent smile you can gather plastered strongly on your face.

The blonde man turns around, throwing one fiery eye down to you, right from his shoulder. There seems to be true warmth burning and melting your face off, as his stare only intensifies the longer you stay quiet.

You know, he doesn’t look too bad up front. Even a bit scarier than you initially thought and saw from afar. Clean blonde hair defiantly, though, nicely, spiked with a little bad boy punk vibe. Sharp eyes and jaw that, no doubt, look just gorgeous looking up at you and dirtied. And the way his uniform fits him… He’s bigger than you, taller too. Shrinking a bit in his presence, he seems firm. Those biceps can’t successfully hide from you, and no doubt the abdomen under his shirt has a nice, hard round to it. The belt on those pants? Seems a bit loose, you catch yourself wondering if he has a pretty little trail down his stomach that you can trace down with your finger…

Oh, you can tell he’ll be a fun one to break.

“Bakugou.” a rough voice interrupts your thoughts.

You smile at him even more, not moving your hand for an inch. Bakugou seems to ignore this, staring at you lazily, a neutral frown flowing through his face.

“I said your name, dummy” you tease, lightheartedly laughing.

Bakugou shifts his eyes to your hand and back to you, his hands occupied by his pockets. He snarls.

“And it’s polite to shake a person’s hand when they offer!” scolding him seems to drag a bit more emotion out.

His eyes dart down, up, up, up and, he smiles, sharp white teeth shining on display.

“Katsuki,” he continues smiling a malicious grin, grabbing your outstretched palm, that was starting to get sore from how long you were waiting for him to shake it. He shakes it roughly, a truly firm, authoritative grip.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, (y/n)?”

The way he says, uses your name, flakes of boldness seem to simmer from your eyes.

“No actually, I’m not.” A little sparkle glints in your eye; how cute.

How cute indeed he thinks.

“What business do you have with me?” Bakugou cuts right to the chase, a bored expression now shadowing his face.

“Well, I, uhm...” you’re caught off guard, “I wanted to show you around the school, introduce you to the rules and all.” you beam, confidence once again pooling in your voice.

“Don’t need it.” he states simply, hardly swaying his hand, putting it right back into his pocket. You realize you’re losing his attention as he starts to slowly fidget, absently turning around.

“Oh, well, I’m sure I can give you a better tour,” you lean in “I can even show you all the cool hidden places.” you giggle as if you just told a secret in middle school.

“Like I said, don’t need it.” he shrugs, now fully taking the attention out of your grasp and turning to walk away onto his business.

No? Is he saying no? No one ever tells you no!

“Hey! Why don’t you quit being so arrogant, or it’ll get you into a lot of trouble around here.” dissatisfaction slurring the lines of your sentence.

He starts laughing. How adorable, a little bitch that doesn’t know her place.

“What’s so funny, you jerk!”

God, you’re like a child.

“Why don’t you watch that tongue of yours,”

“It’ll get you in a lot of trouble.”

How dare he? Ho fucking dare he?!

You don’t even feel bad about the fate your about to bestow upon him.

Neither does he.

“You know what?” you’re fed up, “I challenge you to a gamble.”

He looks back at you from afar. Confusion seems to color his face.

Yeah, this’ll show him.

“Why would I even-”

“It’s the school’s rules,” you cut him off, “you can’t refuse a gamble.” lies flow out of your mouth like dust from a book.

Bakugou smiles.

“Really?” he questions, “those are some dumb rules, don’t you think?”

Ugh! Why is he so difficult!

“No, they’re not dumb, and you have to obey them!” more symphonies of lies.

“So, let me get this straight,”

“I can’t refuse any gamble, even if I don’t have any money?”

God, you’re so cute when you get lost in your lies. He would just love to place a few hard smacks on that plump ass of yours, see if you’d stop being such a brat.

“Well, no… but…”

But, but, what?

“But you can’t refuse a gamble from a higher up, and since you’re new, you have to listen to me.”

You’d look so cute if you started crying right now.

“Fine,” Bakugou laughs, “I’ll gamble with you, princess.”

Yes! Finally! You’ll show this little bastard his place.

You grin.

“But,” Bakugou interrupts, “we play my game, by my rules,”

A smile, malice dripping from his lips.

“To make it fair.” he clarifies.

Whatever, why do you care, you’ve got plenty of luck on your side, so even fairness won’t save him from oncoming fate.

“Housepet! Get us a table.”

…

“We’re going to be playing a card game, called ‘more than’,”

Great, another card game. Maybe it won’t get your adrenaline pumping, but it will surely bring some nice satisfaction as you wipe the floor with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Are you listening, princess?”

“Yes, and stop calling me that.”

He grins.

“The aim of the game is to flip a higher card than mine and vice versa.”

He’s awfully smug for a newbie. Whatever.

“There are two stacks, you can choose which one you want to take and we can only switch decks once, and only half the deck.”

His attention is drawn to the cards as he sits in front of you. He touches and flips through them, giving a nod to the dealer and handing them over to mix and divide; dreamlike dark warmth of the room surrounding you. The dark brown, almost black, of the table hooks your eyes. With a nail digging the side of it, you seem to meditate, slowly storing, gathering the shining luck that seeps your eyes like an aura.

“Don’t be nervous, princess, choose a stack.” he smiles.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” with a rude drag, you snatch the card deck on the right.

“Let’s just begin this.”

…

Four and six, five and two, seven and three, nine and ace. Wow, you’re pretty good at this. Though, no surprise, no need to knock you out of your boots, after all, this is a game of luck and you just about mastered the art of it.

One - two, that’s a lose. One - two, that’s another lose. You know what, no, it’s okay, your just saving up your luck towards the end.

Seven - four, there you go, things are starting to get better.

Eight - king. Alright, maybe not that good.

Ten – ace. Shit, that’s not good.

Queen and… another ace?!

“This is unfair! You’re cheating!” a bold claim, worth the knock of the chair.

“How can it be unfair, princess? This is just a game of luck.”

That smug bastard, he’s gonna get what he deserves.

You narrow your eyes.

“I wanna switch decks,” you proclaim with a bratty tone, “now.”

What he wouldn’t give to get you over his knee right now.

“Fine, take the half you want.” he complies, splitting the remainder of his deck into two parts.

“Hmm…” you ponder for a second, reaching for the right again. However, a tiny flash of his grin seems to stop you and with a sudden change, you twist your hand for the left side.

Bakugou seems a bit enraged, though, his expression may not have of changed. You’re not sure, you didn’t take a proper look at his face; you’ll have plenty of time to do that once he becomes your own personal housepet.

Eye contact fails to secure you in place, as you lean back with a deck in your hand, sticking out your tongue to Bakugou and mixing the cards at grasp.

Bakugou’s expression drops, as he leans in closer to choose his side of the deck, mumbling some incoherent words along the way.

Your earrings clink as you move your head forwards with a malicious smile.

“You know what, this whole big money thing isn’t really getting the adrenaline pumping through,” let’s put your plan into action.

“I think we should up the stakes.” You lean a bit more forward, cradling your chin with the warmth of your palms. Silver earrings feeling cold against the warmth of your check.

Bakugou smirks.

“That’s some big talk coming from someone who’s miserably losing.”

“Screw you, it’s because this isn’t interesting enough!” complaining, the symphony of brats, “OoOoh, let’s play a boring ol’ card game, oOoOh, let’s make it as easy as possible, OoOoh, let’s not even involve any math! Just a plain little kids’ game.” you mock, eyes rolling to the heavens, hands mimicking something unknown, furious red washing your words.

Bakugou’s grin drops.

“Fine, doll, let’s up the stakes,” he agrees through clenched teeth, “what do you propose?”

Such a slowness envelopes his last words, a chilling feeling dances down the back of your spine.

The adrenaline’s kicking in.

“Let’s gamble for our lives~” the words flown and drawn out nicely, a change in pitch to really cement the idea. Bakugou starts laughing.

“Ahaha! Really! Our lives?” he continues laughing.

A huff escapes your lips, a feeling of confliction drowns your body.

“Yes, new meat, our lives,” you sit back, arms and legs crossed, “if you didn’t know, there’s a housepet system in this school.” eyebrows pinching with every word of the explanation.

Bakugou lets out an even more roaring laugh.

“Oh, I know it,” he plays with his fingers, eyes peaking at you through darkened lashes, “I know very well.”

“Then let’s bet that; if you lose, you have to be my housepet.”, he smiles at this.

“And if you lose?”

“I won’t.” a simple answer cuts him off.

“How courages,” he muses, “but if you do, the I guess the same rules apply to you.”

“I won’t lose.” you repeat yourself.

“Heh, let’s continue the game.”

…

God, switching cards really wasn’t a good idea.

King and ace. Four and queen? What is happening!

The stacks of cards are almost exhausted, thus, you come to an end. You only need two more cards, that would be greater than his to win all and everything.

Oh, the adrenaline is pumping, each touch of a card seems more numb than the other.

One, two, three, four cards left. Four.

“Watcha waiting for princess, turn your card.”

You gulp.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want once I win.”

“Yeah, puppy? I’m sure you will.” you tease, giving your best gleaming innocence eyes. A mocking nickname suiting his scowl.

“The only way you’ll win is if you have the blessing of Apollo on your side,”

“A blessing?”

“A blessing of luck.”, a look straight from your lashes.

“But, sadly for you,” a hinder to your actions, “I’ve got his blessing,” you reach out your arm to flip a card from your stack, Bakugou does the same. “For, you see,” you flip your card, eyes shooting straight to his, “blonde men seem to like me.”

Three – two.

The odds are in your favor.

Bakugou’s demeanor doesn’t seem to switch, as he crosses his arms, elbows on the table. Tilted head, shimmering the colorful light of his eyes straight through the thick sloped strand of blonde hair. He doesn’t say anything, the echo of a clearing throat playing through the room as he looks away, reaching to switch another card. The first to break eye contact, for you did never.

The plastic glaze of the card scratches the wooden surface, a rustling of another card following close behind, as a grin never leaves your face.

Three – six.

Uh oh.

Don’t worry, no need to panic, there are still two cards left; all you need is for them to be higher than his and voila! You’ll have saved your life and gained a new pet.

Getting a new pet… something you’ve never done before. It’s mostly been just taking pets from others, saving them from their miserable lives. Lives, you could never imagine having.

The room slowly starts to spin as the time to flip your cards comes again.

Phew, this card game really is pushing the adrenaline through your body.

The convulsion…

What a disease.

Katsuki sticks his tongue out, if only for a bit, licking his lips simply, before reaching for both his cards.

“Ready?”

“I thought we were supposed to flip them one at a time…”

“Yeah, but you’ve only got two cards left, and from my counting, if both are higher than mine, then you win,”

“Let’s not drag this game out more than we have to, and just finish it quickly, whadya say, princess?” he smiles, the row of sharp tooth on display. Such an ingenuine smile, you’ll teach him to make it better.

You frown.

“I’m ready, puppy.” you retort easily, his smile instantly dropping to one of annoyance. Right, what a fucking brat.

“One,”

“Two...”

“Three!”

A blankness, sheet of white envelope the sight before you.

White, simple light.

Nine to jack, and King to joker.

That retched fucking joker.

Your smile drops, along with it, pride seems to tumble down the souls stairs.

Nine to jack? King and a joker? This can’t be fucking right… Can’t be fucking fair!

“W-what…” a quiet tone drags the words in a breath from your lips.

“Heh,” Bakugou grins, a malicious smile playing on his lips, “see, princess, that’s the problem with you,” he stands, the draw back of the chair not even daring to rival the ringing sounding through your head right now. “You’re naïve,” he leans on the table forward, flicking your forehead, “a little dumb in the head,”, he comes closer to your face, “you don’t know how to count your cards yet,”, he leans completely over the table, a whisper right up against your ear: “and you don’t know who you’re playing against.”

You continue staring, into the distance, at him, mouth agape, in shock, in disbelief.

The feeling of a simple kiss on your forehead, the wetness of his lips a little present in the same spot.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, “and I can’t wait to have so much fun with you, princess.”

He leans back completely.

“Who knew you’d fall right into my arms?”

“W-who are you?”, a stutter.

“Me?”, he smiles, “I’m Bakugou Katsuki,”

“Head of the student body.”

Shit.

“And now, your first little punishment for even trying to go against me, why don’t you lift that tiny little skirt of yours and show me that pretty little ass.”

You stare at him in disbelief, still processing the previous words, not grasping, or even registering what’s being asked, no, demanded of you.

“Come on,” he encourages condescendingly, “what are you waiting for?”

“Bend over the fucking table and show me your ass.”, you probably look just adorable all fucked out, red, and crying.

You can’t… you don’t have anything to say. His words, his actions, his wants, they’re just undefinable to you.

You stand up slowly, still in denial, still processing your defeat.

Luck, luck has abandoned you! How could it, how dare it! This is not the way it’s supposed to go! You were supposed to be in control of it, it was supposed to serve you. How could it, how could you… Apollo must’ve cried the river of rains, thus, washing away your glow, the aura of your luck. Was it fate? Could you blame fate? Does fate control luck? Or does luck control fate? There is no way to know, there is no need to know. It’s luck, your luck has been abandoned.

Bakugou is not a man of patience. And, as you soon found out, it did extend to you, as he found your preparation for your humiliating consequences too slow, and with a little push, he has you face down and ass on display over the table; pretty little chest squishing the cards, and silver earing digging into the side of your face.

“What are you doing?!”, you struggle, complaining and moaning of anger with squirms to stand up and give him a piece of your mind.

Though, lucky for you, Bakugou knows exactly how to tame brats like you.

Your exclaims and thrashes of anger die down quickly, as a hard smack echoes through the now quite room. A harsh spank, delivered by Bakugou stings the right of your ass, as you still and gather on what to do next.

Meanwhile, Bakugou places a warm palm on the small of your back, keeping you in place, gathering your arms and manicured nails into one of his. As he switches arms, he speaks to you harshly:

“Count, and fucking thank me for the patience I have with you after.”

“Miss a number, and I’m gonna teach you how to count the old-fashioned way.”

SMACK, ‘One’.

“I don’t hear you counting.” SMACK.

“One.”

SMACK.

“T-two.”

SMACK.

“Three!”

SMACK.

“Ngh… four…!”

He raises his hand for another.

“Ngh-agh…”, you whimper, readying for another pool of pain.

SMACK.

“Five!” you moan with that word, leaning forward and biting hard to your lips, as not to cry.

God, if you think you’re going to leave a room with Bakugou without being made to cry, then you’re one delusional brat.

Bakugou rubs the reddening plump of your ass, as he readies, disorientates you for your next hit. And that’s exactly how six, seven, eight spanks go through; all the way till you reach ten. Little droplets of tears rain from your cheeks, as you stifle and hold in those cute little hiccups and sobs for mercy.

Aw, how cute, you think you can really get away from Bakugou without giving him what he wants.

By the hard, reddening sting of spank twenty, your walls have long crumpled, as the river stream of tears and melodious prayers of begs fall from your plump lips, Bakugou stops at twenty-two, and runs soothing circles against the raw flesh.

As he keeps running them, his fingers slide down, down the back of your frilly, girly panties (God, you’re just so adorable, aren’t you?), and from the back of that cute little dampening spot, to your puffy little clit.

A quiet, but sweet, moan of satisfaction leaves you, as his rough fingers hit a touch against that spot...

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Some Kiibouma but Kakegurui AU~ Ehe, based off an rp I did with a friend!

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jardinvrm · 8 months

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...hear me out pls

#BRAIDS WITH FUYUMI WOULD LOOK SO CUTE #omg even ririka is older #yea the personalities might be off but..#they'd look so cool #i have an idea..#ninjago #twin au #harumi's twin sister au #harumi ninjago #fuyumi #ninjago oc #au #kakegurui au

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nightfrostsfire · 2 years

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Kirari as a little bird

She is so cute and smol

Don't ask me what species she is idk

Some other stuff:

Since Kirari is a bird she cannot speak, so she uses a book and pen to communicate.

Everyone who is Momobami BLOOD is a little bird uwu

Kirari only lets Sayaka pet her

It's quite hard to be scared by a little bird but she makes it work ig

I'll update this later I got to sleep hhh

#kakegurui #kirasaya #kirari momobami #kirari x sayaka #kakegurui au #anime #art #doodle #i got lazy #gay

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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I'll see right through you and make you all mine (999 words)

Pairing: Lay/Chen Rating: Teen Tags: anime AU (Kakegurui), high school AU, gambling Written for Tinysparks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32406697

#xingdae #laychen #yixing #jongdae #exo fics #exo fiction #anime au #kakegurui au #jazzaikofics

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cultist-bones · 1 month

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OHHHHH GREAT @bunnieswithknives

OHHHHHH GREAT GREAT @bunnieswithknives

MASTER OF WORLD BUILDING AND CHARACTER DESIGN

I painted ya boy! :D

#I don't paint often so apologies if it's messy-#dhmis #two of us au #two of us!david #I was pretty much binging Kakegurui while doing this so I reckon he's infused with a certain... Aura...

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bakawitch · 7 months

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You know how I kinda wanted to do a kakegurui x yugioh crossover for awhile now?

I had some downtime, so I doodled Yugi and Yami and brainstormed some lore stuff for them XD

So Yamiko, or Yami for short, would basically fill in for Yumeko, and Yugi would be a borderline Ryota stand-in.

Before Yami came to Domino Academy, Yugi used to be a house pet who was unofficially owned by Joey. He was treated pretty badly since he basically lost all his rights as a human, and a student named Ushio also forcefully cut his hair short.

However, after Yami transferred and beat Joey, Yugi's life drastically changed for the better. He began idolising and following Yami everywhere, wanting to understand his unorthodox way of thinking and even bleaching his bangs blond like him.

Now, Yugi has more confidence in himself and is on the right path of buying himself out of his role of a house pet. Even though him and Yami are weirdly, almost (definitely) worryingly codependent...

Yugi is eventually going to get back his longer spiked up canon hairstyle because I just feel really weird about keeping him with this hair lol. I just wanted for Yugi and Yami to start out looking completely different and eventually grow up to be the nearly identical partners in crime with a creepy, almost supernatural mind link. Their relationship in the au is going to have a really weird twist to it since Kakegurui just loves to give characters complicated bonds and whatnot.

#i already have some ideas for atem #and bakura and malik #its gonna be fun #yugioh #yugioh dm #ygo dm #yugioh au #yami yugi #yugi muto #puzzleshipping #sorta?#kakeoh #baka arts #doodlings #kakegurui #tried to replicate the artstyle #but meh #it turned out a bit weird #kakeoh art

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deltaqueen184 · 17 days

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the owl house but awesome dtiys by alabrataster on Instagram

#the owl house #aster2kbrats #dtiys #draw this in your style #kakegurui #amity blight #luz noceda #willow park #boscha #au #fanart #digital art #my art

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vergilsama922 · 3 months

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Hope Universe Special - Duel of Destiny: The Ultimate Gamblers' Showdown

Celeste: Today, we indulge in a game of high stakes and higher intellect. 'Liar's Dice' shall be our battleground. I trust you'll find it… enlightening.

Yumeko: her eyes lighting up with the thrill of the gamble Liar's Dice, a game of bluff and wit. How delightful, Celeste. I can hardly wait to see what strategies you employ.

Celeste: The rules are as follows: each of us will have five dice and a cup. We roll our dice in secrecy, then make bids on the total number of a specific die face present under all cups. One can either raise the bid or challenge it as a falsehood. The loser of each round forfeits a die. The ultimate victor is the last one holding dice.

Yumeko: A test of nerve and deception – perfect. Let's commence, shall we?

The two engage in their game, Celeste with her stoic and enigmatic composure, Yumeko with a mix of eagerness and unpredictability. The class watches, some whispering bets on the outcome.

Celeste: with a coy smile I propose three fours.

Yumeko: Returning her own smile Four fives.

Celeste: her eyes glinting Five sixes.

As the game intensifies, the bids grow bolder, the atmosphere in the classroom thickening with suspense.

Yumeko: excitedly Seven threes.

The class reacts with a mix of gasps and murmurs, the tension almost touchable.

Celeste: pausing for effect, then smirking slightly Bluff. Reveal your dice, Yumeko.

The reveal shows that Yumeko's bid was indeed too high. The class erupts in hushed excitement as Yumeko relinquishes one of her dice.

Celeste: her voice laced with a hint of triumph An overambitious move, Yumeko. But it was more than just the numbers. Your eyes, they flickered ever so slightly when you made the bid. A telltale sign of a bluff. Always watch the opponent, not just the game.

Yumeko: laughing softly, undeterred Celeste, your ability to detect a bluff is remarkable. How could you be so certain from such subtle cues? There must be more to your strategy.

Celeste: taking a sip of her rose tea, her voice tinged with the thrill of the game Yumeko, in the realm of high-stakes gambling, every small detail can be a decisive factor. Let's delve deeper into the analysis, shall we? When you made your bid, I considered not just the probability of the dice but also your behavioral patterns.

Yumeko listens, her eyes reflecting a deep interest.

Celeste: continuing with precision Statistically speaking, the probability of rolling a specific number on a die is one in six. With each player having five dice, the odds of your bid being truthful were statistically improbable but not impossible. However, the key was in your behavior. Your bid came too quickly after mine, suggesting overconfidence. In high-level gambling, overconfidence often masks a bluff.

Yumeko: nodding, thoroughly engrossed Intriguing! But with such odds, wasn't there still a significant risk in calling your bluff?"

Celeste: smiling subtly Indeed, there was a risk. But gambling is not just about playing the odds. It's about playing the player. Your rapid escalation in bids was a pattern I observed. You enjoy the thrill, the risk – it excites you. In this case, your excitement led you to overextend. I combined this behavioral insight with the statistical improbability of your bid to make my call.

Yumeko claps, her excitement palpable as her demeanor shifts dramatically, her eyes shining with an intense, almost feverish excitement as she enters her gambling demon mode.

Yumeko: her voice rising with exhilaration Celeste, this is marvelous! The way you blend psychological analysis with statistical probabilities – it's like watching a master at work! The sheer thrill of this gamble, the rush of pitting one's mind against another, it's intoxicating!

Celeste watches Yumeko, intrigued by the transformation, her own excitement subtly mirrored in her eyes.

Yumeko: practically bouncing in her seat Let's elevate this game to new heights! I propose we TRIPLE the next bet. The risk, the uncertainty – it's what gambling is truly about! To engage in a battle of wits with a gambler of your caliber, Celeste, it's a dream come true. Let's push ourselves to the limit and see where the fates take us! 5,000,000 Yen!

The class is captivated by Yumeko's passion and intensity. Whispers and murmurs fill the room as the stakes are raised, reflecting the escalating excitement.

Celeste: her smile widening, a glint of challenge in her eyes Tripling the bet, you say? Very well, Yumeko. I accept your challenge.

Celeste: calmly placing her bid I'll start with four twos.

Yumeko: eyes sparkling, quickly responds Five threes.

The game's pace accelerates, each bid more audacious than the last. Celeste, with her composed demeanor, carefully calculates her next move, while Yumeko seems to thrive on the rising tension.

Celeste: after a brief pause Six fours.

Yumeko: almost immediately Seven fives.

The classmates murmur among themselves. The rapid escalation of bids is both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Celeste: analyzing Yumeko's behavior Yumeko, your quick responses, your eagerness to raise the bid… Are you trying to intimidate, or is it genuine confidence?

Yumeko: with a sly smile That's for you to figure out, Celeste. Isn't that what makes gambling so exhilarating?

Celeste ponders for a moment, weighing her options. She knows the risk of challenging Yumeko's bid, yet the possibility of bluffing is high.

Celeste: deciding to take the risk Eight sixes.

The class gasps. The bid is exceptionally high, bordering on reckless. Yumeko's eyes light up, a mix of respect and excitement evident in her expression.

Yumeko: leaning in, her voice filled with anticipation Celeste, your boldness is commendable. But remember, in gambling, the unexpected is always lurking. I challenge your bid.

The moment is electric as they reveal their dice. The count is close, but ultimately, it falls short of Celeste's ambitious bid.

Yumeko: as the result is announced, her demeanor triumphant yet respectful A valiant effort, Celeste, but this round is mine. You shouldn't underestimate the element of surprise in gambling. It's where the true thrill lies!

Celeste: her voice controlled but with a noticeable edge Yumeko, your predictability seems uncanny. How could you be so certain I would take the bait and challenge? It's almost as if you were reading my mind.

The classroom, previously buzzing with excitement, falls into a hush, sensing the intensity of Celeste's questioning. Yumeko, undeterred by the change in Celeste's tone, responds with an enthusiastic glow in her eyes.

Yumeko: Oh, Celeste, it's not about mind-reading, but about understanding patterns and psychology. In our previous rounds, you've consistently shown a penchant for challenging bids that stretch the bounds of probability. You rely on logic and statistics, a commendable strategy. But in doing so, you also become somewhat predictable. I based my decision on this pattern, betting on the likelihood of your challenge.

Yumeko pauses for a moment, her excitement undiminished.

Yumeko: But let's not forget the heart of gambling – the unpredictability, the sheer ecstasy of risking it all on a hunch. When I made that high bid, I was dancing with chance, embracing the unknown. The probability of my winning that round? It was a mere 17.8%, a long shot by any standard. But that's what gambling is all about – the thrill of defying the odds, the exhilaration of a well-played gamble. This is the essence of our game, Celeste, a glorious fusion of skill, strategy, and the capricious whims of fate!

Celeste: leaning forward, her tone analytical Yumeko, your reliance on a 17.8% chance of success intrigues me. In the context of our Liar's Dice game, such a risk seems almost foolhardy. How do you justify balancing such a low probability against the logical strategies typically employed in this game?

Yumeko, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the discussion, responds with eagerness.

Yumeko: Celeste, in Liar's Dice, as in many gambling games, the statistical probabilities provide a foundation. But the true art lies in reading beyond the numbers. For instance, when I made the bid of 'seven threes', I wasn't just playing the dice, I was playing against your pattern of responses.

She pauses, ensuring Celeste is following her logic.

Yumeko: You see, in earlier rounds, I noticed you often challenge bids that represent a significant jump from the previous number, especially when the game reaches a critical point. It's a logical move, but it also creates a pattern. By intentionally making a high bid, I was not only testing the limits of probability but also baiting you into a challenge, based on your observed behavior.

Celeste nods, absorbing the explanation, her mind working through the implications.

Celeste: reflectively So, you're suggesting that the psychological aspect of bluffing and counter-bluffing in Liar's Dice can, at times, outweigh the raw statistical odds? That's a bold strategy, especially considering the inherent risk of relying on behavioral patterns, which can be unpredictable.

Yumeko: with a passionate smile Exactly, Celeste! In high-stakes gambling, it's often about pushing boundaries and taking calculated risks. The thrill of gambling isn't just in playing safe within the confines of probability. It's about those moments when you step into the realm of uncertainty, using a blend of psychology, intuition, and yes, a bit of reckless daring. That's where games like Liar's Dice truly come alive.

Celeste leans back, a newfound respect in her eyes for Yumeko's approach.

Celeste: with a wry smile Your approach is unconventional, Yumeko, but undeniably effective. It seems I have much to consider in refining my own strategy.

Celeste's demeanor shifts as she fully embraces the escalating challenge, her eyes narrowing with intense focus and determination. A fierce resolve radiates from her, almost palpable in the charged atmosphere of the classroom.

Celeste: her voice strong, tinged with combative passion yet retaining her characteristic composure Yumeko, you have awakened a true competitive spirit within me. Let us see if your 'gambling demon' can withstand the onslaught of my resolve. I refuse to be outdone, not when my reputation and pride as the Ultimate Gambler are at stake.

Her eyes, usually cool and detached, now burn with a glowing red and fiery intensity, mirroring Yumeko's own glowing gaze. It's a striking image – two formidable gamblers, their red eyes locked in a fierce but respectful duel.

Yumeko: her voice filled with ecstatic anticipation Oh, Celeste! This is the intensity I seek in gambling – the clash of wills, the meeting of minds, and the unbridled passion for victory. Your resolve only fuels my excitement. Let our eyes be the witness to this incredible moment of truth!

The game resumes with a newfound intensity. Celeste's every move is calculated yet fierce, a blend of her usual strategic acumen and a newfound passionate aggression. Meanwhile, Yumeko matches her at every turn, her unpredictable nature and love for high stakes making her a formidable opponent.

The classmates are completely engrossed, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. The game is no longer just about dice and bids; it's a battle of wills, a test of resolve, and a display of the true essence of gambling. As the game hurtles towards its climax, it's clear that this showdown will be remembered as a legendary battle between two ultimate gamblers.

#danganronpa #danganronpa au #hope universe #celeste ludenberg #celestia ludenberg #yumeko jabami #crossover #cameo #gambling #gamblers #kakegurui

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