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OKAY sooo!!

May i request a romantic Jax x fem reader, where the reader is a HOTTIE. like baddie vibes LMAO. Instead of a toy ish them to her new body, she got granted with a Jessica rabbit type of body. And lowk Jax is down BADDD. LIKE he melts like putty around her :((

Jax x really pretty!reader !

Debated on if I should do a second request and decided to knock this one out rq!! Typing this up on mobile while I'm trying to stay awake <|3

Okokokok so

Cartoon world physics

He probably makes heart eyes at you, like, his pupils go from being rectangular to being hearts yk

I think he also subconsciously stamps his foot when you flirt with him

I think he also does that when hes mad but that's a general hc, yk, like how bunnies stamp their feet irl

Do NOT grab his chin and make him look at you he WILL explode!!!

Honestly seeing his ego and confidence and "I don't care" attitude just

Disappear

Is a weird sight

But jax is just absolutely smitten with you

His ears probably droop or even curl into a heart shape

Thinks

Yk the dumb mumble characters do when they're deeply in love and swooning over the pretty person, like their words are a bit slurred? Jax would do that, I think.. all sheepish, you know?

I think sheepish is the word??

Waaaay too eager to anything you ask him to do, its actually kind of out of character for him since usually he would pull the malicious incompetence thing

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Ok, so reader (somehow) gets her hands on a cute bunny lingerie. It's got fishnet tights and a headband and a cute little cotton tail. What better use for it than to tease Jax with it? Surely he won't pin her down and fuck her into next Wednesday, right?

ive decided to combine these two asks, 🤭 hopefully that is okay. enjoy.

tags: pregnancy, pregnant!reader, miscommunication, dry humping, lingerie, jax in heat

minors dni.

It's strange, ever since you got pregnant with Jax's kits he's.. been avoiding you, well. Not necessarily but he's been trying not to overwhelm you? Yes, maybe that's it. You really couldn't tell, he acted strange around you as of late. Trying to keep his distance but, still caring for you tooth and nail. You couldn't help but feel like your swelling tummy and changing body was becoming.. unattractive for him? You weren't that far along.. you tummy only just began to sprout a small baby bump.

His touches no longer lingered and his body language was the opposite of what it used to be. Maybe he was a bit distressed about .. becoming a father? You felt like you needed to calm him down, help him relax like he's been helping you.

You decided to take things into your own hands, you wanted to feel sexy for him again. And you had an idea.

Knock, knock knock.

Ragatha opened the door and you stood there timdly, "Hi.. is this a bad time?"

"What, no no— Of course not, come in y/n." She ushered you inside with a kind smile and you both got comfortable in her room. You explained your situation and like the good friend she was, the doll completely understood.

"Give me a day or two, and it'll be done alright? Don't think too much, Jax... can be very confusing sometimes." She reassured you, and you exited her room soon after. Running into Jax just outside of the hall.

"H.. Hey, doll, how ya feelin'?" He asked, avoiding eye contact and rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm fine, are you alright Jax..? You've seemed.. distant—"

"Hang on doll, I'll get right back to ya." He spotted Kinger and used this as a means to escape your questioning.. and that confirmed that you weren't imagining his strange behavior.

The days went by, and soon your 'package' from ragatha was ready. It was a bunny themed lingerie set. You were flustered when she delivered it but thanked her all the same.

Today would be the day you'd capture Jax's attention, one way or another.

You waited until it was late enough, late enough that Jax would return to your room soon. It became a routine to make sure you were okay and had everything you needed before bed. During this time you slipped into the lingerie.. it hugged your body, your curves and put them on display deliciously. You felt your heart race, was this too much..? No you couldn't back down now.

You heard footsteps and quickly shuffled to get onto the bed, assuming a suggestive pose.

Jax walked in.

"Hey babe just checkin' in—  .... on... you.." His voice trailed off and his eyes were glued to your form. He swallowed and quickly shut the door behind him, "What's all this toots..?" He sounded, nervous. It wasn't like him. He gripped his own wrist as if to hold himself back and you subtly noticed this..

"I.. I wanted to surprise you.." You stuttered out nervously. "I wanted your attention and you seemed to be.. avoiding me.."

Jax was silent, his compsure was slipping. Seeing you in this outfit, your legs your tummy .. your neck your entire body. He couldn't do it. He was doing so well before but this? It was too much. The man nearly pounced on you. In the blink of the eye he was pinning you down, his breathing heavy.

"You don't understand, doll. I've been doin' this for your own sake.. look at you." He breathed, holding your wrists down and gently squeezing them. "Walkin' around in those tight little shorts all day now this? Heh.. you must want me to [censor] another set of kits into you." He nearly growled, his knee pushing your legs open so he could close the space between you both and rut against your crotch.

He was throbbing, his dick straining against his clothes painfully.

"I haven't been avoiding you on purpose doll, my heat came back.. I didn't.. want to overwhelm you, but if ya think im gonna hold back after this your dead wrong." He whispered into your ear.

"T.. Take me Jax, please.. I need you," You whimpered, arms wrapping around him.

"The things you do to me.. hng.." He was already losing himself just dry humping your crotch, he had been holding himself back for a while now. "J.. Just stay still, doll—" His hand caressed your stomach. His ego swelling when he felt the curve of your baby bump beneath his fingertips. Jax grunted, his face more flushed than yours now. You felt the warmth between your legs grow even more. He came in his pants...

"J.. Jax.." you whined, squriming beneath him in need.

"I know, babe.. I know.. Im gettin there." He was trembling , removing his overalls.

"Let's pump you full some more, yeah?"

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tehehe, okay!! so. Jax x girly fem reader smut!! Reader is almost like a pillow princess, also. Breeding kink with Jax 🤭

your wish is my command 🙇🏾‍♀️

minors dni !

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"All this just for me? Oh, you shouldn't have." Jax coos in a mocking yet seductive tone. Knowing full well he helped— no, instructed you to assume this position. One of your favorites, all you had to was there lay while Jax took care of you.

For a moment, he examined your face, "Ya really need all that makeup doll? You know it's gonna be gone by the time I'm through with ya, right?"

"Wanted to look pretty for you.." You huffed your voice, getting small, and he chuckled at your pouting face.

"You always look pretty doll.. so damn pretty." He said, admiring your nude body.

You were laid out on your back, a pink pillow neatly tucked under you, just above your tail bone. It was comfortable, but.. also embarrassing. Jax's hand held one of your thighs against your stomach, exposing your glistening folds to him. Your face was hot, and his grin only grew. Radiating that smug energy, "I've hardly done anything and you're already dripping, you could have a little shame y'know." He teased and rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds.

His veiny shaft brushed against your clit , causing you to squirm but his fingers only dug into your thigh. A warning to keep still.

His free hand removed itself from the base of his cock and dipped into your cunt instead. He opened his mouth, something he rarely does— to lick his fingers.. all while keeping eye contact. "You're even sweeter than you look, ya know that..?"

"Jaaaxx...." A pathetic whine escaped your lips, you desperately wanted to hide away in the moutain of colorful blankets that surrounded you, but Jax wasn't going to have that, and you knew it.

"Whaaat I can't admire how you taste? Or are ya just too desperate to wait .. ? That it, dollface? You know, I could do this all day." He laughed, hand returning to his cock. Rubbing it up against your swollen lower lips.

"No, n-no... need you inside Jax, please.." Your needy voice was his weakness.  Desperate and dripping with lust.

"Oh, I know." Was all he said before his other hand grabbed your thigh and pushed it up against your chest , mirroring the other. Your ankles were nearly touching your ears at this point, "Mn. Perfect," He said under his breath before plunging into your cunt. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath your fingertips.

You cursed, and his name escaped your lips in a dissary, mixed with moans and pleas.

"Sh, shh .. I know babe." He hushed you, his body flush against your own as he rutted into your cunt, tip nudging at your most sensitive and deepest spot. "Ya feel that? Gonna make sure I'm this deep when I cum so I can get ya knocked up. How's that sound..?" After all, then you can't deny who you belong to when your stomachs swelling with his kits.

"W.. Wha—" His words rang in your ears but he didn't give you time to think. No, this wasn't the time to use your brain, just to be a good little pocket pussy for him.

"Don't .. worry that pretty little head of yours," He grunted, his hips moving like a jack hammer. Just the thought of getting you knocked up was making him throb inside of you. "I'll take care of you.."

He was panting, the grip he had on your thighs was leaving impressions in your skin. 

"Ja.. aah.... s-slow down—" You whined as he fucked you into the mattress, due to the position he was constantly battering right against your womb. "No can do, you can take it babe. J-Just keep still for me.. gonna cum soon.. your f@ckin' milking me sweetheart.." His stuttered out. Ignoring any fruther pleas from you because your body was telling him everything he needed to know.

Everytime he tried to pull out you sucked him back, your cunt was made for him. Only for him. Perfect for breeding, for carrying his seed.~

He added more weight to his thrusts, knees digging into the mattress as he tried to keep his balance. "Gonna take my cum, doll? Don't waste a drop.. even if you do I'll f@ck it right back into you." And that was a promise.

His hips stuttered and he made sure his tip was digging right against your cervix before finally letting go, "Aah.. there.. right there, get pregnant baby, take my cum." He said, his mouth hovering right back your ear. All his words going straight to your cunt which vicely gripped his dick. Happily taking his cum even when it started to spill past your cunt.

"Nah.. what'd I say babe? Gonna waste my cum like that..?" At this point he was being mean, slowly thrusting his hips and making even more spill out. You babbled out apologies , your cunt so numb that you didn't even notice the orgasm washing over your body.. you were tingling all over.

"S.. Sorry, Jax.. couldn't help it..." You said, but he didn't move. Still buried inside of you.

"Mhmn... don't sweat it, babe, we've got all night.." His eyes were a little.... crazed, focus on the pool of cum in between your legs rather than your eyes.

You were certainly going to be here for a while.

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Hewo I know Halloween is over but may I have TADC cast x Jack Skellington!Reader? Plus their dog also got transported and turned into Zero.

Imagine an 11ft tall skeleton rising out the giant ballpit thing

If Jax or Caine pisses them off they do the scary face thing

TADC cast x jack skellington! Type reader!

I dont mention the dog much since I dont really. Have many ideas for them <\3

Also I have not seen nightmare before Christmas in YEARS so UHUH! This may be a bit off

Written on mobile

I'm down with the sickness but the sickness is not down with me (too sore to sleep)

CAINE:

You guys walk bubble and your dog together/j

Actually no that would be.. kind of funny.. I can definitely see caine doing that if hes trying to befriend you

Chaotic gentleman (is that a thing? Honestly I'm just basing the gentleman part on the fact caine says stuff like "my dear" and goes out of his way to welcome new circus members but uhuh) and calm gentleman duo

Things happen

Honestly I think you would balance him out, like either he tones down or you compliment his personality enough to make it more bearable to others

POMNI:

Similar to the skeleton reader post, pomni is a little offput by you being a skeleton. It's like how you instinctively get freaked out when you see an exposed brain, usually means somethings very wrong. Same case with your bones I think. At least for pomni while shes getting used to things. Though your gentle and kind demeanor really helps ease things along, and pomni finds herself comfortable around you!

AND you come with a dog? Tbh I can see pomni being a dog person

... If that's your dog, assuming it's not an NPC, does that mean your dog got a mini headset...?

RAGATHA:

Kind lady and kind person. You guys kind of just brighten up the room whenever you two are around, and even more so if you're together... though, that isn't saying much given the general attitude of the others..

You both tend to band together to look out for the others during IHAs, I think

Let's you rattle on about your interests; I'm sure most others would let you do the same, but I think Ragatha would actually be actively engaged in it! I think Kinger would be too...

Sets you three down in a corner and observes

JAX:

Writing this down first before I forget but Jax would do an exaggerated fake scream when you do the scary face thing. I don't think jax would be all the phased by it. If you're a skeleton you're cursed with him trying to undo your bones, very similar to the TADC cast x skeleton reader post from a few days ago

Personality wise? Jax is going to try to find your limits and break them. Oh you're a gentleperson who handles things with grace? Not for long.. unless you have the patience and forgiveness of a god

KINGER:

I think he would enjoy your prescence! Just dont do the face thing around him, hes probably gonna freak out even if it's not directed towards him. Kinger doesnt strike me as the type to like scary things..

Pets your dog, a lot

Emotional support animal/j but actually I can see him becoming attatched to your dog

Not much to be said here but I'm chalking that more up to me being tired <\3

ZOOBLE:

Is a little annoyed by your enthusiasm to learn as much as you can about whatever topic ha syour interest; bonus if you're current interest is the digital world and trying to figure out all the ins and outs of it

....they're more of a cat person, I think... ir maybe a snake person... or reptile person in general.. doesnt hate your dog, though

Can at least appreciate your mannerisms and politeness

I can see you two being decent friends , I think

GANGLE:

Another one where I think you guys could make decent friends. Honestly, I didnt write this to be romantic (though some of these can be interpreted as such!) But I wholeheartedly believe gangle would develop a crush on you. I mean, come on! You're a gentleman, you're a lil quirky, you're kind and curious, and so on! Bonus if you look the part, too. I have a hc lying around somewhere where I believe gangle used to play dating sims in the real world and tbh. She would definitely go after characters that reflected you... and oh look youre a real person, hell yeah

It was either characters like you or the dark mysterious ones

But maybe I'm hella projecting onto gangle

Gangle is our x reader enjoyer rep/hj

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"Adore you" is an understatement

Summary: Making out goes out of hand, and Raph takes your V card.

A/N: I've been asked a lot for 2007 Raph, pretty general things, so I made this small piece! Enjoy :)

18+I MDNI I 2007 verse I The reader is a virgin, Raphael isn't I both are 25 I established relationship I virginity loss

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The roughness of his thumb grazes over your swollen lips, and you bite him. He hisses, grasping your chin to capture your mouth. His kiss offers another glimpse of how much he hungers for you.

With inhuman strength, Raphael brings you on top of him. He gropes your ass roughly, drawing a whimper from your lips. The heat builds in your belly as his hands trail up, lifting your dress in the process. His palms on your back make you shiver, You adjust over his thigh, surrendering to the instinct of grinding over it shamelessly, greedily. Raphael groans, his tail lining between his legs, throbbing, slowly exposing his hardening cock.  

"Take it off," he says, short of breath, tugging your dress.

You comply, hardly noticing the swift movement in which he takes off your bra along with it, too busy admiring the glistening pre-cum sliding down his shaft. Slick pools between your tights. 

You ditch your underwear, mouthwatering at the sight of his length, slightly curved, now all hard and wet for you. Raphael is about to nuzzle his face between your perfect breasts when you push him, forcing him to fall over the soft cushions of your bed as you strip the red bandana off his face.

He gazed up, stunned. “Doll?” 

Raphael barely has time to speak. You place yourself on top of him, moaning at the soft, rosy skin of his shaft against your bare cunt, and you carefully jerk over it. Raphael growls, head falling back, jaw clenching. Fucking pretty. His hands fly to your hips, digging. 

You build the pace as you need it: hot, fast, tight. You feel him reaching out, and you slow down enough for his finger to slide into your drenched hole. You gasp, eyebrows furrowing before picking up the moves again, balancing your weight, palms over his plastron as you kept fucking your clit over his slippery dick. You moaned unabashedly, enjoying how he matched his finger thrusts with your grinding. Blazed tingles run through your body, boiling.

Your face is so erotically hypnotizing. Fuck, you're not usually this worked up by fingering alone. Something's different. Raphael withdraws his hand, and you whine aching at the emptiness. The steady grasp on your hips refrains any movement. 

“Hey, wait. Why are you-”

"I want to go further," you breathe, urgently. 

He eyes you, unable to hide the fire stirred by your words.

"How further?" 

Usually, he'd finger fuck you, biting and nibbling your tits until you climax, and you'd suck his dick in return. Other times you'd just gotten off by dry humping. However, you've never had anything close to penetrative sex, you weren’t ready yet, and he's always been too sweet about it. But just now, the thought of his cock pounding relentlessly inside you makes you quiver in the best ways. Right there, you know it. 

"All the way." 

"Are you sure?" he gasped.

"Yeah," you panted.

No sooner the words left your mouth, You begin lining him up with you, cunt clenching at the feeling of his firm, hot length on your hand. 

"Whoa, wait," he blurts, "You'll hurt yourself."

“I can take you.” 

Raphael chuckles, mouth closed. It rings deep and holds a tint of mischief that sounds sexy on him. He effortlessly rolled you down, now your back against the mattress, soft pillows under your head. You scarcely have time to react before he steals a fervent kiss. His tongue twirling with yours is fucking amazing.

"I know you can, but I don't wanna hurt my lovely doll," Raphael smirks at you, pushing your legs open to settle between. “Let me do it.”

“Please hurry,” 

His smile widens, shooting a teasing glance your way as he pokes your entrance to insert his finger. It slides in smoothly, despite its thickness. He watches it disappear inside you, bewitched by the sight. After a couple of gentle thrusts, Raphael pushes in another finger, hurtfully slow. You squirm when he curves them at the right angle. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he manages under his breath. 

Raphael works them up, in and out, for what it feels like forever. Just when you think he’ll torture you into pleading, he pulls away, not wasting a single second to line with you. The tip of his cock is somewhat triadic, rounder on the base, wide and it feels kind of gummy. 

You gape as he enters you slowly, carefully. A loud, desperate moan rolls off his lips. You grip his shoulders, unawarely digging your nails. It isn't as painful, yet it still stings as it stretches you. Raphael grazes your forehead with his own as he bottoms out. 

"Easy, if it’s too much we can stop," he reassures, his breath staggered.

You suddenly hate you're the only inexperienced one. It's embarrassing. “No, just a second, I just need- a second,” your voice trembles.

He processes your answer, urgently clinging to reason as your hot walls close around him, so tight, so right to fit him.

“R-Relax, take a deep breath,” Raphael instructs.

He sucks on your neck, licking a long stripe over your pulse line to the base of your jaw, slightly nibbling. Your eyes shut at the feeling, and a soft sigh glides from your lips. 

"Hmn- I’m fine, go on."

“You sure?” He rocks himself softly, tentatively. 

You clench around him. The delicious squeeze tears a groan off him, right against your neck.

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

Raphael lowers himself near. His plastron presses over your breasts. It feels fantastic over your nipples. You arch at the contact, aching for more. 

His hooded eyes don't leave your face: gently warm cheeks and watery eyes. You look beautiful.

"Ah— I'll make this so good for you," he pants, picking up the pace, "I'll ruin you for anyone else," he continues, slurring his words as his mind burns alongside him.   

You’d gladly let him, you want to say so, but you can't think. His perfectly curved dick kisses your sweet spot deliciously. 

“Hmn— there! right there Raph, please!,”

You don’t even care for the desperate sound of your trembling voice or how your words seem to splice together. Raphael obliges. You spread your legs further, allowing the base of his plastron to work your clit along the way. Your rational thinking numbs as you chase the growing coil building in your core.

A deep, animalist growl falls from his throat as your nails digg to the top of his shell, your back arches, mind vanishing into some place where there's only room for ecstasy. You're loud as you come, you don't care.

Raphael’s pace grows sloppier as the pulsations of your warm cunt trigger his peak.

 “Nnm— fuck,”   

He pulls out abruptly. The emptiness hurts just for a few seconds before hot, sticky loads dampen your torso, splattering up to your chest. 

He falls beside you, catching his breath. You linger in the after-bliss until his voice brings you back.  

"I'll clean you up. Give me a sec," he asserts before motioning off your bed. 

"Just use my dress," you say, tiredly and zero percent willing to lay without him for a single solid second. "Let's take a shower in a few minutes."

He heeds. Once cleaned up, you snuggle into him, enjoying his welcoming embrace.

"Did it hurt too bad?" Raph questions.

"No, it was good,” you lengthen the word. It makes him smile. “I don't know why I waited this long to do it. Did you like it?" 

Raph laughs lightly, incredulously. "Of course I did. Did you?"

"Fuck yeah," 

You both share an endearing giggle. He cups your cheek. 

"Altho, I thought you would want your first time to be fancier."  

"Fancier?" you repeat with a quirked brow. 

He propelled himself over his elbow to have a better angle of your face. You allow the movement, reclining over the soft pillows as you look up at him.

"Yeah, you know, candles, roses, and stuff," he said, averting his gaze. 

You laughed, whole-heartedly, gracing his cheeks with both hands. 

"I only wanted to be with you. Nothing else matters."

He gave you the brightest of smiles, and it reached his eyes so beautifully that your heart almost stopped straight there. 

"I fucking adore you, doll."

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OC x Canon week

Day 2: "Seriously, I mean it. Thank you."

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oh no if an angel tried to decapitate Husk daughter who was hiding and Husk see's this and for a moment turned back into his overlord form temporarily and it made the chains Alastor have on him Crack a little. Imagine if Alastor noticed this too

Haha! That’s actually precious in the most tragic way possible! I actually already picture Husk pulling a Charlie and just changing form in that moment to commit Angel murder!

Husk- Daddy’s Little Girl

The Battle for Hell is getting more and more messy throughout every second. Charlie’s getting apprehended by Adam, Alastor had been beaten in ages ago, Vaggie is struggling a bit with Lute, the Hotel crew are already getting surrounded by so many exterminators.

Husk is among the group of the fighting Sinners and whilst he is expertly fending off Angels to protect himself and his new friends, his mind is littered with how you, his seven year old daughter, are doing. If you’re still okay

He had hid you away in the Hotel before the invasion hit, in the deepest parts where both himself and Charlie suspected the Angels wouldn’t be able to find but sadly… both were wrong. Maybe thirty minutes into the intense battle, Husk’s cat-like ears flicked up at the sound of a terrified child scream echoing through the Hotel’s surfaces, something he could hear clearly and he didn’t hesitate to jump down from the rooftop of the Hotel, since he knew that scream is yours

His mighty big red black and white casino-patterned detailed feathery wings spread open and help drop him down after leaping off the rooftop’s edges, climbing downwards, down the many many feet as fast as he can. His wings beating up and down rather hard, allowing him to pick up even more speed. Angel Dust calls out for Husk in shock for his sudden disappearance but nobody tries to actually stop him

Since they all know he’s going to rescue his daughter

Husk rushes into the Hotel, his many weapons prepared to attack. Furious, his ears still flicking with the sound of your fearful whimpering and crying for help, his feet beating with every single step. He needs to find you, you’re in danger! In no time, the ex-Overlord stops his sprint with a hard skid around the corner of the main Hotel’s entrance hallway, needing to make it to you in time

His golden yellow eyes widening in both intense fear and overwhelming unfiltered fury, at the sight before him… he almost can’t believe what he is seeing

“DADDY! HELP ME!”

You, roughly pressed into the corner and being held up by your neck by a single bloodthirsty Exterminator as you sob out with tears streaming and cry out for Husk as loud as you can, the silent angel gripping it’s angelic spear in it’s free hand whilst the other shoves you up against the wall. In that moment, Husk’s hollow powerless soul radiated a powerful magical force, a wave of strength that rushes through his systems and somehow…

That moment of anger and fear for his babygirl, triggered something thought to be completely impossible. His Overlord Magic, the souls’ powers he collected and the strength to attack an Angel full on has crashed onto him like a big tsunami wave, changing his causal black suspender-supported black pants outfit to his past snazzy business-centred suit and slick-black hairstyle, in a single spiral of orange glowing magic. His wings’ patterns had sharpened up, the red colouring glows a bright orange and his golden yellow eyes also grow a lot more sharper

The soul collar around his neck, the invisible magical green chain tying him to the deal cracked, like a big rock hitting a glass window… but it didn’t break

Even Alastor senses this incredible feat and it makes his bleeding wound throb out, gritting his fangs harder whilst hiding off in the darkness of his Voodoo magic. His tight ownership of Husk’s soul just gotten weaker, the bonds around the feline avian demon loosened up immensely for such a insignificant sinner doing a impossible task; temporarily transform back into his Overlord form

Husk didn’t even bother using the weapons, he used his returning power. Dropping those casino and gambling-centred items for battle to take advantage of being able to tap back into the strength he had lost via his deal with Alastor. The weird magical flow coursing through his bloodstream that made him feel on top of Hell and in that moment, he summons a large claw attack from the ground which smoothly slices off the Exterminator’s arms, the disembodied limbs dropping to the floor with a liquidy squish

Before the merciless angel can possibly behead you, as it was already attempting to do so. Having striked at you with its tall sharp spear. The Exterminator had been forced to drop you rather hard, stepping back whilst Husk openly charges this Exterminator and uses even more of his gained-back Overlord magic to case the Exterminator’s mask-covered and halo plus horn-decorated head with a semi-transparent explosive energy-dosed dice-shaped sphere

Shoving the Exterminator off to the right with a rather agile kick, the pure force behind this shove had caused the Angel to stumble back into the nearby wall with a very hard thump as Husk picks you up quickly, feeling your arms wrap around his neck and face sobbing into his suit-lathered chest, little body shivering, cat-like ears and tail drooped down helplessly

Husk‘s murderous rage-glazed golden yellow eyes glare hatefully at the Angel, who’s barely moving at this point, clutched one of his hands together and that magical sphere half-suffocating the Exterminator quickly blows up, effectively killing your attacker with just two magical strikes. You didn’t look at what your father did since you were so afraid of almost dying again and shuddering in his arms

Husk just glared with heavy angered huffing at the body of the Angel he just killed with his returned Overlord power, almost shaking in his boiling protective rage, all for his precious daughter. Nobody touches you on his watch

The ex-Overlord didn’t even get a chance to check up on you, forcing himself to look away from his handywork, to calm down your fearful and pained sobbing and wailing, since the Hotel begun to shake. He didn’t even bother running on foot, he had used a teleporting power in his current Overlord form and transports both himself and you out in a single blink and soft pop of silvery magic

As soon as you’re both out of the Hotel in that quick flash of teleportation magic, Husk spreads his wings again and takes you up off the ground to dodge the big yellow magical energy beam that slices up the Hotel in a single clean strike. It’s menacing, it’s intense but he isn’t going to focus on that until he has you off in a more safe location. Clearly, he messed up and his first decision didn’t work in protecting you

Husk ensures both you and himself are away from the Hotel enough, his mighty feathery wings flapping in the air with strong sharp gusts of wind slicing out every beat up and down, holding himself and you above the ground

He is usually a lazy man, not preferring to fly but right now. He must put you and your safety above everything so he’ll keep you a few feet away from the crumbling apart Hotel and a few feet off the floor as long as he has to, to make sure no other Angel can get their hands on you

He takes those few seconds of nothing and of the brief safety to check on you, rubbing fingers over your pinned-back fearful ears. Tilting your little chin up with your glowing teary eyes looking up at him as your lips quiver and letting out shaky breathes

You haven’t seen your father in his Overlord form in so long… it’s almost surreal that he is right now. The same suit, the same streaked pushed-back hair, the different patterns on his wings. However, he is still your beloved parent

“Are you okay, Princess? Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t come sooner. Did that bad Angel hurt you?”

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husk x fem reader romance head canons sfw and nsfw portions

My first none - yandere post wow

TWS none husk is perfect

tags Snuggles, Flirting,romance, healthy relation ship, fluff,NSFW at the end ,energetic reader, short reader,playful reader

sorry for this being so short

SFW PORTION

-Husk is very protective not in a possesive way but if anyone trys to hurt you or exploit you he WILL beat their ass

-His fur is very soft so when you cant sleep his warm fur basically works as one of those cuddly weighted blankets

-although he dose not admit when he likes something your doing his body uncontrollably purrs so you always know when he likes something your doing

-Husk is HORRIBLE with affection he just doesn't know how to react to it so he just gets overwhelmed and anxious about what to do

-Husk can still be loving though when he sees your having a bad days he's quick to comfort you and make you feel better

-husk likes to dress you up he finds it nice to be able to buy things you like then make you look all pretty in them but whatever you were he doesn't fucking care

-he likes it when you play with his fur he purrs like a vacuum and practically is shoving you against him that's how much he enjoys it

-hes always tired so he's not to fond of your extremely energetic personality but he manages he loves you so much he could not give to shits

-hes fucking TERRIBLE at comfort even though he's protective you could come home balling your eyes out he would be mad that someone made you cry like that but would not know what to do other then awkwardly hugging you and taking you out to your favorite restaurant

-its easy to tease him since he has so many sensitive points you two can just be laying in bed together and you will just start blowing into his ears causing him to make the adorable low pitched growl you know and love you can even just gently run your fingers through his Tail or Wings and he will be that annoyed since those spots are sensitive

-husk is basicly a walking cuddle pillow to you since your a little bit smaller he's just perfect to cuddle against husk hates it but dosnet say anything because he's a big pushover

NSFW PORTION 18+

he was shocked when you wanted him to be rough because in his eyes all he could think was "why does anyone wanna get hurt while being fucked"

even though he enjoys fucking you roughs he's really scared he could accidently hurt you so he's always making sure you have a safe word and stuff so your always comfortable

he loves it when you suck his dick your a sucker for praise and he know that so he "damn your fucking good at this" and "good girl your the best I've seen do this shit"

usually after a long day of work husk is tired but somehow your always fucking horny so that just leads to you 2 fucking while he's begging to just be able to go to sleep

he likes teasing you by rubbing his dick around the entrance of your pussy this is only when he's not tired but he seems to love how flustered you get and how much you beg for him to just "start fucking thrusting"

Husk at first was a very gentle lover making sure you were only doing safe and gentle sex but when you two started to explore some new fantasy the more he started to like things where he's taking the command but this dosent mean he's not asking you first though for consent

- when husk has the energy to fuck he just keeps on going and going and going until you pass out from exustion then he feels really bad and gives your breakfast in bed with ACHAHOL even though you've said multiple times you dislike it

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Hi!! First, I want to say that I love your writing style. So much detail! I also LOVE your art!!! Absolutely amazing.

I have a request! I’d like to see King Dice x reader, their first meeting. Game and show, or whichever you prefer! I’m not picky! I’d love to see how the two first met and how or when they fell for each other 🥰

You have free creative liberty with this!!

Feel free to message me if you need any ideas!

Thank you so much, sweetheart! Your kindness means the world to me. A lot of time and effort is put into my work, so I'm very glad it brings you joy. So sorry for the long wait! As always, if these aren't up to your tastes, let me know. I'll revamp them for you.

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King Dice x Reader - "First Meeting"

King Dice x Reader - "First Meeting" (GAME)

King Dice loves to work in the casino. He has to, otherwise, his life would be absolutely miserable. His deal with the Devil really left him with no other choice.

There’s nothing more satisfying to him than watching those who are stupid enough to walk inside the building lose everything they had worked for. He relishes in the tears of the foolish. 

He also basks in the attention he gets from the ladies, the gentlemen and everyone in between. No matter who has fallen in love with Dice’s looks, the man accepts it wholeheartedly. Enjoys it, even. Multiple times, he’s found himself sitting in the head chair of the Grand Hazard table, with one person on each arm, two behind him with their hands on his shoulders, and even the occasional one sitting in his lap.

There is rarely ever a dull moment in the Devil’s casino. There’s always something to keep Dice entertained, whether it’s a tussle between the drunkards, a particularly exciting derby, or even some new drink concoctions the Tipsy Troop came up with. There’s always something.

Except… those things start to bore Dice. 

Sure, they’re enough to grab the manager’s attention, but the time span that these things keep his attention has slowly been dwindling. 

As invigorating as the job is, the routine has started to become too predictable. Get up. Go to work. Fawn over the attention. Sign soul contracts. Go home. It’s like clockwork. Every single day. 

It’s not to say that Dice is getting tired of his job. Oh, no. Not even close. The man just wishes that things could be a little more exciting sometimes. The shifts are long and tiring, it’d be nice to see at least a little change, to make the day pass by faster. 

Eventually, though, Dice gets his wish. 

The day you started showing up. 

Oh, hell, you are captivating. Your confidence as you strut through the double doors, catching every eye as you mosey your way down to the bar. The clacking of your shoes against the marble floor. The way you shoot a warning glare at anyone who tries to make a move on you. Good heavens, you’re a feisty one. 

Dice likes that. A lot. 

His legs sneakily carry him over to the edge of the bar, where he eavesdrops on your conversation with Ginette as she takes your order. 

You order a glass of the Old Fashioned, on the rocks. A strong, yet simple drink that hits all the right notes. 

What an excellent choice. Dice didn’t take you for someone who liked the liquors. He was expecting a classic red wine, or even a martini. 

How… unpredictable you are. Just what Dice needed, to bring back the spunk and glitz the casino had lost. 

You take your drink, and you brush past the manager, not even noticing him as you make your way past the slot machines. Past the derby area. It seems you have your heart set on something that requires more than just luck. 

You take your seat at the Poker table, sipping at your cocktail with the dealer casually sliding you a hand of cards. 

You’re after what skill can bring. You’re one of the intelligent ones. 

You certainly know the way right to King Dice’s heart. And now, he’s just GOTTA  have you.  

He watches you. Intently. From a distance, at first. He doesn’t want to scare you away from intimidation, but in all honesty, the looks you cast his way tell him that scaring you should be the least of his worries. 

Those looks also let him know that you know he has his eyes on you. You know you’ve fallen into his spotlight. But unlike the others, you aren’t pulled towards him like a moth to a flame. No… you have other things on your mind. 

Like the poker game in front of you. You’re so concentrated and determined; you know damn well what you’re doing. Dice can see it in your eyes, from his position at the bar. 

You’ve got a good poker face, but those beautiful eyes of yours are very telling. You think you’re about to win big. And goodness, when you glance up from your hand and cast him a suspicious look from your seat? 

He’s gotta get your name. He needs to know just who you are. To let you slip between his fingers would be the biggest mistake of his life.  

While you’re focused on your cards, Dice slowly makes his way over to your table, momentarily looking over the other players. ‘Watching for cheating,’ so to speak. Then, he steps behind you, smirking delightedly as he gets a peek at your hand. 

Looks like you’ve got yourself a straight. Not a terrible hand, but there certainly are better hands out there. But it doesn’t look like you’re making any moves for replacement cards. And, your bet seems to be rather high. 

Dice wonders if you’ve got little faith in your fellow players, or if you’ve just never played the game before. Maybe if he offers a bit of advice, he’ll be able to make you melt, just as he had with all the others who played hard to get. 

“You sure you wanna keep these cards, dear?” The die whispers sweetly, fondly. “It looks like you’ve got a rather low hand, with a high bet.” 

To Dice’s surprise, you let out a soft chuckle, leaning over and whispering right back, “thank you for your input, sir. But I’m quite alright. It seems that you may need to look into buying some glasses, though…” 

Ohhh, ouch. What a blow to Dice’s ego. He can’t believe you had the gall to speak to him in such a manner, all for trying to give you a little tip. While he’d usually go after those who speak like that, he just loves your attitude. It drives him nuts. 

He’s gotta see where this goes. What exactly drove you to refuse his advice? What kind of tricks do you have up your sleeve? 

The dealer calls for the players’ hands. You confidently set your cards down, the other players groaning softly in defeat, as the winnings are pushed towards you. Confused, Dice takes another glance at your cards, and his stomach does a somersault at the sight. 

A straight flush. All spades.

How could he have missed that?! 

Dice looks over at you, and is met with your confident eyes staring right back at him. Aw, hell, you’ve got him hooked. 

“Spades and clubs do look rather similar, don’t they?” You smirk, amusedly patting his shoulder. “I don’t blame you. It took me a little while to get used to the symbols when I first started out.” 

The manager is at a loss for words. He knows damn well the difference between a club and a spade, he’s worked these casino floors for over half his life. But how could you be so condescending, and yet… so oddly kind at the same time? And how in hell are you so good with your wit? 

He needs to introduce himself, before he loses his composure. 

“That was a very swell game indeed, my eyes must have missed the symbols… I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself yet. I’m—”

“Oh there’s no need for that, sir. I know exactly who you are.” You smile, calmly. Coolheaded. “The legendary King Dice of the Devil’s Casino. Anyone in the Isles who doesn’t know who you are would be a fool.” 

With his heart skipping several beats, the King quickly forms a smooth reply. 

“Well, since you seem to know so much about me, what about telling me about yourself? How about putting a personality to that pretty face of yours, doll?” 

You smirk, shaking your head and finishing off your liquor. Standing, you grab your winnings and hand him your empty glass, straightening up Dice’s bow tie for him. 

“Now, why would I talk about myself with a stranger, Dice? You of all people know the dangers of slipping out too much information.” 

“Aw, you’re hurting my heart, sugar. Not even your name? Something so simple?” 

“Hm… Alright, King of Hearts. The name’s (y/n). Don’t use it too much now, or you might just grow tired of me.” 

And with that, you’re gone, leaving Dice speechless, longing for more. Just how he had left so many others before. 

Good god. Now he understands what he’s put them through. It hurts. It hurts so damn good. There’s no way he could ever be tired of you, especially with a name like that. He needs to see you again. As much as possible.

He can’t wait for your return. And thankfully, he doesn’t need to wait for long. 

You come back again, the next day. And the day after that. And soon enough, you’ve become a regular, slipping into the mundane routine Dice had gotten so bored of. 

Except… you take away the normalcy. Every day you come by, the routine is just slightly different. 

Sure, you walk in, ignore the peepers, grab your usual cocktail and make your way to the poker table. One game. You win, every time. And then, you leave. It’s like clockwork. 

Except… the conversations you have with Dice. Those are slightly different. Every time. 

He tries to learn more about you. You shut him down, with a slight tease. You laugh as he fails to form a coherent reply. You leave, with Dice watching you. But every time you talk, you humor him just a little more. Driving him closer to what he wants.  

The more you come by, the more crazy he gets about you. He switches his tasks around on the schedules, making sure he is always available at the poker table and the bar. Just so he has an excuse to see more of you. To learn more about you.

Dammit, all you’ve given him is your name. That, along with the small details he’s picked up just from watching you, is not very much to work with. He needs more. 

He needs to take you out of this suffocating atmosphere. To bring you somewhere nice and quiet, where you can get to know each other outside of your casino affiliations. 

A date. He needs to take you on a date. 

He tries to be straight forward, at first. The next time you come by, during your usual conversation, he asks you to indulge in his fantasies, just for one night. 

“One date, darlin’. A night away from this casino’s chaos and craziness. Let me find out more about what makes those gears in your head turn.” 

“What a direct approach, King. But I’m sorry, I’m afraid you’re going to have to do better than that. There’s just not a reason for me to accept your offer.” 

Your voice is smooth, confident, with a hint of teasing. But there is something that Dice catches—something you had hoped he wouldn’t. Longing. 

The man is so. Damn. Close. He just needs to figure out a way to tip you over the edge.  

You take his hand, guiding it towards your empty glass so he can take it back to the bar for cleaning. 

Even with the gloves Dice is wearing, he can feel just how soft your skin is. It’s warm. Comforting. Addicting. Good gracious, you’re driving him insane. 

He watches you leave with a spring in your step, his eyes trailing down to the casino’s glossy marble flooring. After some deep thought, the man gets an idea. And for him, it’s brilliant. 

If he’s going to grab your attention for good, he needs to catch you off guard. Like a game of cat and mouse. 

You’ve always been great on your feet—you haven’t missed a step once in the time you’ve come to the casino. Dice wonders… What if you weren’t so good one night? What if something were to cause a simple slip, and who would catch you if something like that were to happen? 

Well, there’s an easy answer to each of those questions. 

When Dice orders for Wheezy and Chips to grease certain spots on the floor during cleanup, well, the two underlings know better than to question their boss. Still, it is rather peculiar how Dice only wants part of the floor to be greased. 

But there’s a method to the King’s madness. A method that only he can really understand. And you know what? That’s alright. 

The next day, before his shift, Dice sands the bottoms of his shoes. It breaks his heart a little, these shoes are expensive, but it has to be done. How is he supposed to be your knight if he slips right along with you?

To make a damn good impression, he pulls out the finest suit he has; one he saves only for special occasions. To him, this is certainly important enough. His choice of clothing, paired with the finest cologne he has is perfect for this night. Everything is in its rightful place. 

Now, all he needs is you. 

And when you arrive, it’s the most beautiful hee ever seen you. 

You’ve got such a fantastic choice in fashion, he wonders if that’s part of your line of work. The way your hair is done is just that much more striking, and that award winning smile to top it all off? 

Goodness, Dice better not mess this up. 

You immediately notice the slipperiness of the floor as you walk over to the bar, thinking nothing of it. You’ve walked in worse things before, and you haven’t tripped. Surely, you think, you can handle some tile that’s been cleaned a little extra. 

You grab your drink of choice, and carefully make your way to your favorite table, sitting in your usual spot. Your favorite dealer looks especially handsome today, you think to yourself as your eyes linger over Dice’s looming form for longer than they should. 

The man simply chuckles warmly in response, shuffling his deck with the occasional card trick thrown in before passing out the hands. 

You call, raising the open bet with that familiar confident gleam in your eye. The one that Dice had fallen in love with all those days ago. None of the other players have that confidence. 

Looks like your skill and luck take you far, yet again. 

Your royal flush steals the show, and you’ve gotta say, that’s probably your biggest win yet. You watch in satisfaction as the chips are slid towards you, finishing off your glass and setting it off to the side. 

Well, that’s the game of the night. You stand, acknowledging Dice as you trade in your heaping pile of small chips for a few large ones, for you to keep in your pocket. The man seems more assured than usual today. 

You cast him a wink before stepping away from the table, walking off with your winning chips in your pocket. Unfortunately, it seems that you’ve forgotten all about the greased floor. 

Before you know it, your foot slips from under you, and you start to fall, bracing yourself for a harsh contact with the unforgiving tile. 

That contact never comes. 

Instead, something else catches you nearly halfway. Something soft, silky, and smelling of Caron Poivre. Oh. Oh. 

That something is King Dice himself, grinning warmly down at you, his arm behind your back, and his free hand sweetly cupping your face. 

Now, it’s his turn to tease you, after all this time. It’s his turn to catch your aching heart, as you had done to him that first day you arrived. 

“Goodness, sweetheart. I know I’ve been trying to grab your attention for a while now, but I never figured I’d have to physically sweep you off your feet. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your touch after all this time, because of one measly drink…” 

For once, you’re frozen. You’ve got no retort, no comeback. Nothing to say. You just… stare. You take the time to look into his eyes, and inwardly scold yourself for avoiding them all this time. They really are a pretty sight for sore eyes. 

Those pupils of his are expanded so much you’re surprised you can still see a bit of those famous bright green irises. And they are just sparkling with want. Infatuation. 

You can’t look for long. Otherwise, you just might never be able to stop. Finally, you try to form some type of response, so he doesn’t have to stand there and hold you inches from the ground forever. 

“I… well, I just…” 

“What’s the matter, dear? Cat got your tongue?” 

Dammit, he’s gotten good at this. He looks at you so expectantly, waiting for a response, but with that strikingly handsome face? You’ve lost the words you had been trying desperately to gather up. 

He’s got you, after all this time telling yourself you wouldn’t fall for his trap. He’s got you good. 

“I… t-thank you, King…” 

He chuckles warmly, sending a few butterflies right into your stomach. 

“Don’t mention it, baby. I’d never blame you for slipping on these floors—the grease is always hard to walk over. It’s caught me a few times before, even.” 

Slowly, he helps you stand on your feet once again, and you brush yourself off, not making any move to leave. Not anymore. You’ve gotten so hooked, your caution has been thrown out the window. 

“I guess I owe you a drink, for saving my life like that.” 

Dice laughs. And fuck, it’s beautiful. It’s loud, deep, and so so powerful. It takes everything in you not to lock your lips onto his right there. Fuck. 

He’s hooked you tighter than anyone else he’s ever had. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about all that. It’s on me, doll. But only on one condition.” 

“And what would that be, King?” 

“You let me take you out to The Ritz for dinner.”  

Damn him. Damn that no-good, rotten, sleazy casino manager, always making deals. Tempting deals that are hard to say no to. 

Aw, hell. What’s the point in life if you don’t take any risks once in a while? 

“Alright, lover boy. I’ll indulge you with that date. Now come on, an Old Fashioned seems to be calling my name over at the bar.” 

That deal turned out to be the best decision of your life. 

King Dice x Reader - "First Meeting" (SHOW)

If there’s anything a master of ceremonies like King Dice loves most, it’s attention. Power. Influence. Money. Especially money. What else is supposed to pay for his high maintenance lifestyle? The term “money doesn’t buy happiness” is utter bullshit to the star. 

And boy, does Dice get what he wants. All the time. The spoiled Devil’s lackey NEVER hears the word no. It’s really not in his vocabulary. If the King says jump, the servants say “how high, sir?” If he says bow, his fans are on their knees. Some even kneel down before he can finish the word. 

A beautiful penthouse separated from the rest of the “common folk” of Inkwell. The top show on the radio, that plays for hours, every single day the channels run. An adoring and loyal audience, who would do absolutely anything he would ask of them. 

The finest clothes money can buy. Five star meals from only the most expensive and high end restaurants. Endless jewels and other expensive trinkets to keep the showman happy. A simple card butler at every door, and several laying out his carpet. His own limo, and driver. Staff that take care of the home duties while he relaxes. 

Really, how could you get any more fulfilled than that? 

Well, King Dice could certainly tell you how.

Everything he has is fantastic, and he wouldn’t trade any of it away, sure. That’s a given. He does love his extravagant life he’s signed a contract to. However, after so many days, weeks, months, years of doing the same damn thing, over and over again, things start to get pretty old. Pretty fast. 

And sure, the parties, acting/musical gigs, and other various events of celebrities do bring about the variety to spice up the day, but even so, something is still missing. 

Of course, being the fantastic actor Dice is, he’s learned to hide his boredom when on the air, or in front of an audience in general. He’s learned to lie, very easily. Though, that may just be part of his nature. Dice has always been a good liar. 

But god, he needs some change to his luxurious yet excruciatingly boring life. Something to keep his attention.

Thankfully, his prayers start to get answered.

Dice’s audience switches up in terms of people and their seating arrangement, every night. The variety helps bring some newness to his beloved show, when things start to get a little too dry and repetitive. 

However… Recently, there’s been one person who’s started showing up to the show every night. In the same exact seat, without fail. Always the first one to arrive, and the last to leave. 

You. 

But although you are there the longest, loyally sitting in your seat with all the others, you aren’t as overly enthusiastic as the rest of his fans. 

No… it’s like you’re watching a movie by yourself. You sit, silently, with a small smile on your face. It’s oddly comforting to the star, seeing you watching him intently. Not making a damn scene, like the other folks who just can’t get enough of him. 

You’re there for the after-show, when Dice is surrounded by his overly excited fans, BEGGING him for autographs and pictures from the press. But you don’t smother him. You simply watch behind the crowd, with that damn smile on your face. 

You’re the final one there, but before he can offer an autograph or even just a chat, you’re walking off. It confuses him. You confuse him so much. 

Why on earth would you stay so long and then just leave, without saying anything? Are you shy? No, you don’t seem like the shy type. Your smile isn’t from being flustered. You smile warmly. Boldly. Like you simply stick around to watch Dice for entertainment, and nothing more. 

The man watches you leave, staying in place until you turn a corner, disappearing into the night. He stands, contemplates for a few moments, before heading inside his waiting limo, his mind still trying to wrap around you. To understand you. 

Night after night. Every single show. You’ve become part of Dice’s daily customs, except he never gets bored. In fact, the more you show up, the more interested he gets. 

The outfits you wear get prettier and prettier to him. That smile of yours starts to make him blush, right there on that stage. You start causing him to fumble a little, each time you catch his glance. Good lord, what are you doing to him?

No, there’s no question. Dice knows exactly what he’s feeling, but he’s too conflicted to admit his feelings. Dammit, he’s in love. 

He’s in love with someone he hasn’t even properly met. 

It’s unfair. It’s so unfair, how you know so much about him, and yet, he knows absolutely nothing about you. And you don’t even give him the chance to learn. You leave before he can say anything. 

After a while, Dice can’t help but follow from a distance. Nothing too crazy, he’s no creep, but he just wants to see just where you end up every evening. The route you turn on doesn’t typically lead to any residences, so you’re not going home. 

Dice discovers that you head to the nearby bar every night. The building is just a few doors down from the studio, really not a far walk at all. It’s where he finds you every night as he rides by slowly. He’s caught bits and pieces of you sitting at a stool by the counter, sipping away at whatever drink you fancy. 

That’s the one thing he’s got on you. You like having a drink after his shows. Nothing super telling, but interesting nonetheless. 

And with interest comes determination. Dice needs to find out more about you. He needs to hear your voice. Get your name. Anything. 

You’re like a parasite that Dice welcomes with open arms. You latch onto his brain, taking complete control over his thoughts. The game show host is more distracted during his performances, only showing emphasis and charisma because he knows you’re there. In fact, he’s more passionate about what he does, as long as it keeps your attention. 

Every laugh he coaxes out of you when he says something witty and funny. Every clap you give him after he finishes with his introduction and his signature exit. Every lingering stare, where you both lock eyes with each other. You’ve got beautiful eyes, shining with wonder and energy. He could get lost in them, if he didn’t have a show to run. 

All of these things drive him to do his job well. As long as he keeps you of all people happy and entertained, well, that’s now enough for him. All he needs now, is who exactly you are.

Another signing session after his show. He runs through each paper quickly, honestly just trying to get everyone out of his hair fast enough to keep you still. His eyes search for you the entire time, barely even paying attention to his audience. He doesn’t care about them. 

Just you. 

They finally start to dissipate, and Dice finally catches your eyes again. Just as you’re starting to leave. Before you can get too far, this time, a gloved hand grabs your wrist. 

“Wait-!” 

You pause, your head turning back to the host who’s staring at you with unusual kindness, it almost breaks you. Almost. 

“I… sweetheart, you’ve always been the last to leave, but you’ve never even said a word. You haven’t asked for a single autograph or photo. So tell me, why? Come now, just tell me a little about yourself.” 

The look he gives you is so entrancing, you’re so close to caving in. You can tell he’s trying so hard, you’ve seen it since the beginning. As soon as he saw you. 

But of course, you’re not stupid. King Dice is a showman at heart, and there’s nothing he loves more than his career. Some random, quiet fan wouldn’t change that at all. 

“Sorry, sir, but I know your type. It’d be dangerous to say too much, and I don’t want to take any chances.” 

You smile, taking his hand tenderly, and giving it a gentle squeeze before removing it from your wrist. 

“But I will say, you’ve got quite the gig going on here. You’ve caught my interest, that’s for sure.” 

And with that, you walk away, just as you have every night. Leaving the star to watch you disappear, wishing he had more. Leaving him with more questions than answers. Leaving him to his thoughts, which are riddled with your face. Your eyes. Your voice. 

It was the first time Dice had heard you speak, and god, the sound is heavenly to him. It’s a shame you left so soon, before he even got the chance to hear more from you. 

To the limo he walks, allowing his driver to take him home. He’s glued to the window, his eyes scanning the bar for your presence as the limo slowly makes its way through the busy streets. And there you are, in your usual seat, swirling a glass of your favorite drink. The view only lasts a few seconds, but those moments are precious. 

What he wouldn’t give to be beside you, sharing a bottle of rosé wine, lamenting to you about just how hard it is to keep up a professional appearance all the time. How he sometimes feels jealous of you, someone normal, someone who never has to pretend. 

Laughing with you. Joking around, and sharing stories from all of Dice’s career adventures. Hearing stories from you, about how you spend your time outside of coming to the show. Slowly scooting closer to one another, glasses in hand, your drinks clinging together in a toast. A toast to normalcy and good fortune. 

A toast to love. 

Hell, if you’d let him, maybe he’d even kiss you. How beautiful would that be, to taste the alcohol on your lips? To share a beloved connection with someone who seems to care about him? 

Dammit, Dice’s feelings have reached a crazy degree. He can’t deny it to himself anymore, he needs you. You’re the piece that he’s been missing in his life. Maybe, with you, he’d finally have that sense of wholeness again. 

The entire drive home, Dice thinks. Thinks of how to sweep you off your feet. How to get you to return his affection. What he can do to make his dreams come to reality. 

A solution is a lot harder than he thought it would be. For the first time in a while, Dice is stumped. 

You never leave his head, even when he falls asleep that night. You haunt his dreams. 

The routine is the same, the next time you show up to his performance. You watch him host with a warm smile on your face. He meets you out front, after the rest of his fans have been taken care of. You move to leave, and he grabs your hand yet again, striking up another conversation. 

“C’mon, doll, don’t leave me hanging like this. I don’t know how much more I can take. You know so much about me already, but what about you? Give me something to work with, here.” 

You laugh softly at his insistence, and Dice isn’t sure he’s heard a more beautiful sound in his life. You’re more intoxicating than even the strongest whiskey he stores in his mini bar.

You take his hand like you had before, but this time, your touch lingers ever so slightly. 

“I’m not sure what a brilliant showman like yourself is doing, trying to learn about someone like me. I’m really not all that special, sir.

Dice shakes his head, gently squeezing your hand, savoring the softness of your skin. The electrifying warmth you send through his hand, up his arm, right into his heart. 

“There’s gotta be more to yourself than you’re letting on, I see it in your eyes. Humor me a little, here. At least put a name to that beautiful face of yours.” 

You smile softly, turning towards him completely. Cocking your head to your side, you look at him in amused confusion, letting him continue holding your hand. 

“It seems like you’ve got your heart caught up in a tussle, King Dice. Alright, I’ll give you my name, if you can answer this for me: why me, out of all these people? You’ve got fans who would bend over backwards to make you their groom, why have your heart out for the quiet observer?” 

“I…you just interest me, is all. You’re different. Much different. You have that aura of mystery surrounding you, and I want to break it away. Now please, darling, your name?” 

You smirk at his answer, kindly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles before letting go of his hand, turning away once again. 

“You’re getting closer, sir. But you’re not quite there yet.” 

With a soft laugh, you walk away. Again. Dammit, you’re making this so difficult, the suspense is driving Dice mad. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he walks to his limo as usual, climbing inside. He stares at the hand you had held, intently, wondering just how he’s supposed to get you to crack. 

The slow approach just isn’t working. Dice needs to be bolder. He needs to catch you when you least expect it… 

He’s never accompanied you to the bar before. He’s always just watched you go, debating on whether or not he should. Well, now, he’s made up his mind. 

This has to work. 

That night was the last show of the week, giving Dice a day off in between. Normally, he finds joy in his time away from everyone else, using up his chance to have some alone time. But now? All it does is fuel his impatience. That day is the longest he’s ever had, with half of it consisting of clock-watching alone. 

Finally, Monday comes. Dice is back in business. And today, he’s going to pull off a trick that will surely catch you. It has to. The showman is on his last leg. 

His staff have never seen him practice so hard during rehearsal. Dice runs through the motions over and over again, even when he’s got the routine nailed down perfectly. 

Makeup is the same way. Applying the eyeshadow and mascara. Removing it when it appears to be too cakey. Applying again, lighter this time, with a little blush for good measure. Better, but barely noticeable. Adding another layer of the purple shadow, along with fresh pigment over his pips. 

With his makeup perfect, his performance perfectly memorized, and his suit straightened, Dice has one of the best show nights he’s had in a long time. His audience notices. His band notices. He’s sure even his boss notices, way down in hell. 

You notice. And that’s what he cares about. He sees it in your eyes. That beautiful glimmer that keeps him motivated. 

And the performance isn’t even Dice’s main trick. This is going perfectly. 

Granted, due to the fantastic night, Dice was kept back just a little longer than he’d like, greeting, signing, and smiling for photos. His cheeks are throbbing by the time he takes care of the last person. 

But this time, you wait. When you would usually be gone by this time, you decided to stay just a little longer. And Dice almost forgets his mission out of surprise. 

“You did great tonight, King.” You smile warmly, grasping his hand in yours. 

You both stand there for a little while, smiling warmly at each other, just silently enjoying the company. And then, like all the other nights, you let him go, and you leave. 

And this time, Dice is okay with that. 

Stepping into the limo, he directs his driver towards a parking spot at your favorite bar’s side door, where he won’t be noticed by the public. The last thing he wants is for the press to butt in on this moment. He needs peace for once. 

Quiet and humble, Dice walks inside the bar, immediately looking at where you usually sit. A lonely stool, in front of the bar counter. Surrounded by empty seats. Perfect. 

You swirl your glass of scotch in your hand, eyeing the drink as you contemplate to yourself. You wonder if you should let go of your danger sense, and take the risk. 

Should you give him your name the next time you see him? Should you let him show you a different side to his charismatic persona? A side that only you would ever get to see? 

“Scotch, hm? An interesting drink of choice, but I think it fits you. You’ve got the strong boldness that comes in the drink.” 

Looks like you’ve got a choice to make. 

You look over to the side, smiling fondly when you see the very same showman you had just walked away from, sitting beside you as the bartender whips up his drink. 

“Well, look what the cat dragged in. I never took you for someone who goes to the bar, King Dice… you seem more of the type to have the servants make your drinks.” 

The man laughs as his martini glass is slid his way, picking it up and carefully swirling its contents. You really do have such a way with words.

“Don’t be fooled, that’s usually how I take my alcohol. But the bar does offer something that I don’t have at home.” 

The man looks back up at you, slowly leaning forward, wanting to get lost in your shining eyes. 

“It gets pretty lonely without someone to share the alcohol with, doll. But here? Well…” 

You ignore the heated feeling in your cheeks, taking a drink from your whiskey, watching him closely. 

“Well what, sir?” 

“Why not try a drink in a place where there’s a little company? Some good-looking company, to boot. You seem to like it here very much—I see you sitting here with a drink in your hand every time my limo passes by the bar.”

It’s your turn to laugh now, as you take another sip of your drink. Alright, he’s got your heart’s attention and you know it. It wouldn’t take much more than a little nudge from him, and your shell would be broken. 

“I don’t know if it’s very safe for me to share a drink with a complete stranger, handsome as he may be.” 

Dice smiles, his hand reaching forward and tilting your chin upwards, like he’s trying to get a better look at you. He also gives you a chance to examine his facial features up close, and boy, he’s even better looking than your view from your seat in his audience. 

“Well then, let’s stop being strangers, shall we? I know I ask you this every night, but this is the last time I’ll try. What’s your name, gorgeous?” 

You chuckle softly to yourself, shaking your head slightly as you tip back, finishing off the last of your scotch, letting an ice cube fall into your mouth. You let it melt on your tongue slightly, swirling it around in your mouth as you contemplate your answer. He has been waiting very patiently for—! 

Every thought in your mind comes to a halt as a soft, sweet pair of lips takes over your own, an arm wrapping around your side to bring you closer. You blink in shock, eyes wide as you stare at the one responsible for the sudden gesture. 

It’s King Dice. And he’s kissing you. 

Slowly, you set down your empty glass, cautiously leaning forward, accepting the affection. You know he had been working hard to earn your love, but if you’re honest with yourself, he has already had it since the beginning. It just took him a while to unlock it. 

His tongue slides into your mouth, finding the ice cube you had been sucking on, and swiping it from you so quickly you barely even notice it’s missing by the time he pulls away. 

He smirks down at you, the ice resting against his cheek as he laughs quietly at your speechlessness. 

“Your name, doll. What is it?” 

Completely enraptured, you finally utter out the word that Dice had been dying to hear ever since your first conversation with one another. 

“(Y/n)… my name is (y/n).” 

With a victorious grin and a raise of his glass, Dice happily responds to your lovestruck mumble. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n). It seems now that we are no longer strangers.” 

He taps his fingers on the counter, and the bartender slides you a brand new drink, filled to the brim.

“So, how about that drink, then?” 

You take it slowly, raising it up so it’s just underneath your slightly sore lips. You smile once again, laughing in disbelief, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

“Whatever you say, showman.” 

And from there, it’s history.

[anna99blog]

I love your writing so much! Along with your art, I adore it! As for a request, could you write something about KD and the reader showering together like after a long day or something? The way you add details simply sends me to the heavens (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ thank you!

That means so much to me, sweetheart! I'm so happy that my writing can bring you joy. I'd be more than happy to do this request for you!

I did shower headcanons for Game version, but I did bath ones for Show version. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was halfway done with the Show version, so for that I apologize! If you'd like me to redo those ones let me know and I'd be happy to.

Please, enjoy! ❤️

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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King Dice x Reader "Bath/Shower" Headcanons

SONG RECOMMENDATION: “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi

King Dice x Reader “Bath/Shower Sex” Headcanons (GAME)

King Dice is a man who always keeps up with his hygiene, even if it involves just a quick polish and a spritz of French cologne before work. You won’t catch him looking less than perfect out on the casino floor, particularly in front of the more refined guests. 

As the casino’s manager, it’s up to him to give his boss’s business a fantastic representation. However, looking (and smelling) divine has simply become a natural practice for Dice as well. Even when he’s got the day off and you both are just lounging around your chambers, he’ll wash himself and get dolled up. 

It’s something about your husband that you’ve grown fond of. The way he takes care of himself, even when he doesn’t necessarily have to. He doesn’t need to put on makeup every day, or polish his head with various creams and lotions, or bathe himself in the finest perfume money can buy. But he does anyway. It’s endearing. Sexy. Especially when he wears Caron Poivre around you, knowing that it’s one of your favorite colognes that he owns. 

You used to be confused about how much your husband washes himself, asking why in the world he would sometimes feel the need to have multiple baths a day. His response sent butterflies right into your stomach, unlocking a whole new appreciation for his habit. 

With a laugh, he gently cupped your face and murmured as sweet as honey:

“It’s less of a need and more of a want, darlin’. Bathing is a way for me to unwind, either preparing me for a long day of work or calming me down before bed. Especially when I have the privilege of your company.” 

After he explained his reasons to you, you’ve found yourself accompanying him in the shower much more often. Most of the time, both of you stick to what you’re supposed to be doing, with the occasional tease. But sometimes… 

Sometimes, it’s a creative way for you both to get physical with one another. 

There’s just something about the comforting warmth of the hot water hitting your back, sending vibrations throughout your body. The beautiful combination of eucalyptus and musky scents from your respective shampoos and body washes, and the care your lover shows you that drives you insane. 

You both enjoy your time in the shower together, with or without the sex. But you can’t deny it; you may have at least a little bit of bias towards the former. 

Dice is just so smooth, and romantic… His quiet murmurs of praise in your ear as he rubs his hands over your skin is electrifying. What used to be strange to you is now addicting, and you even find yourself asking him to shower with you at times. 

He never says no. 

The best nights you both shower together are the nights he gets home from a long day at work, exhausted and slightly sweaty from running around on his feet in the hellish temperature. Your heart never fails to leap right to your throat each time you hear the telltale rustling of the doorknob, before Dice steps into your chambers, offering you a tired yet loving smile as he shucks off his shoes and waistcoat. 

You’re on your feet in seconds, making your way over to him and pressing a warm, tender kiss to his lips as you help him undress and unwind. He thanks you with a gentle embrace, hugging you against his chest and letting your heartbeats mingle together in a soft, vibrating harmony. 

His touch doesn’t last forever, much to your despair. With a loving squeeze for good measure, Dice pulls away and offers you a soft, sleepy smile, removing his unbuttoned undershirt from his glistening shoulders and stepping towards the bathroom. 

“I’ll have a shower and then I’ll join you in bed, my love. I promise, I’ll be quick~”

His voice is deep and sweet, with an inviting undertone as he disappears behind the washroom’s door. Gracious, all he did was tell you that he was going to wash up for the night, but there’s something about the way he made that remark to you that makes your heart flutter. 

He said he’d be quick… but something inside your stomach tells you that you still won’t be able to wait that long. No offense to your lover, but Dice’s term for “quick” is much different than everyone else’s. To him, “quick” is still at least forty-five minutes, and that’s not even including the time he takes to get out, dry himself off, and get dressed. 

That’s forty-five minutes too long, in your opinion. 

The familiar hiss of the water turning on greets your ears, along with the beautiful humming of your husband as he steps inside the shower. Okay, that’s really not helping your case. 

How are you supposed to keep your hands to yourself, with the knowledge that Dice is currently naked in the shower space right next to your quarters, humming a warm jazzy tune, the smoky scent of his body wash likely dispersing throughout the room? It’s an unfair responsibility that you just can’t handle. 

So, why should you?

Your legs sweep you off of the bed you were seated on, eagerly carrying you towards the door of the bathroom. You reach out to the doorknob and silently turn it, quietly slipping inside the desired space. 

The overwhelmingly intoxicating scents of musk and citrus hug your nose as soon as you walk through the door, trapping you in a hypnotic trance.  

Dice doesn’t notice your entrance, but how could he? Steam is flooding the entire room. Fogging up the mirror. Temporarily blinding you, and forcing you to see with your hands and feet. Of course the King would turn the water’s temperature to the highest setting.

But it doesn’t matter. You’re more focused on getting undressed and entering the source of all that fog. 

You pull off your top, your bottoms following suit. Then, your undergarments. Your socks. The clothes are left in a meaningless pile in the corner of the room, near the sink. You’ll worry about them later. 

Your gaze turns back to the shower curtain, where the silhouette of your husband is currently rubbing up and down his arms, still humming that addicting tune.

A smile creeps up on your face as you quietly make your way to the curtain, stifling a small chuckle before forcefully sliding it to the side, relishing in the panicked screech Dice gives in response.

“EEK-!! SHIT, baby, you almost gave me a heart attack! What the devil are you doing in here?” 

Grinning from ear to ear, you cackle in delight as you step inside the shower space, closing the curtain so that no extra water would be spilled onto the bathroom tile. 

“Why, I thought that’d be obvious, Dice. I’m having a shower.” 

With a couple blinks, Dice processes your answer, his shocked embarrassment fading away. His lips curl up into a smirk of his own, and a laugh rises from his chest as he shakes his head, cupping your cheek. 

“Next time, just tell me you want to shower with me. You know I’d never say no to that kind of offer, doll.” 

You playfully sigh, rolling your eyes and resting against Dice’s soaking chest, letting the water fall from behind his shoulders. 

“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll give you a warning next time. But I admit, it’s rather fun to see you get so worked up.” 

“You’re so mean to me, darlin’. It’s not fair.” Dice pouts, wrapping his arms around you and switching positions, allowing the steaming hot water to hit your back.

You shriek a little at the piercing sensation of the shower temperature, causing your husband to snicker a little. 

“I suppose that’s my payback for you scaring me the way you did. Here, I’ll get it for you.” 

Dice reaches behind you and slightly turns the knob of the shower, cooling down the water enough so that while you aren't uncomfortable, he’s still warm.  

“Better?”

A slight chuckle passes through your nose as you lean forward, resting your head on his toned chest.

“Yes, Dice. Thank you.” 

Warm smiles are exchanged, and the King reaches around to grab your body wash off the built-in ledge by your shoulder. No words are spoken as he squirts a generous amount of the soap into his palm, admiring you from above and rubbing his hands together.

Your body leans into his touch as he begins to rub your shoulders, massaging all the dirt and grime from the day off of your skin. The familiar scents of eucalyptus and lemon greet your nose, and Dice hums softly in relaxation as he continues to wash your body for you. 

“Such a wonderful choice in products, sweetheart. I commend you for avoiding those cheap, disgusting brands that smell like nothing short of a chemical wasteland.”

“You forget that you bought me this, Dice.” You laugh in response, shifting in position so he could reach your back. Goodness, his hands feel heavenly. “I’m simply using what you got me hooked on.”

“I suppose that’s true, but you always could have refused in favor of saving the extra cash. But you choose to take care of your skin, instead. Can’t I just be proud of you for properly taking care of your body?” 

He gazes down at you with such adoration that you almost forget your own name. You never realized how happy you make him when you accept his gifts, or suggestions on a certain product. Before you met the die, you wouldn’t have even considered going for the high end soaps and washes. It was much too expensive, and you honestly couldn’t have cared less. 

But spending money is Dice’s love language, and he’d have an aneurysm if he ever caught you using something that he didn’t recognize. If luxury isn’t what you’re buying, well… that’s a wrong that needs to be righted. 

It’s incredibly sweet, the way he insists on buying you nothing short of the best. His high standards sometimes piss you off, but in times like these? Well, how could you be mad? It’s not like you both are running out of money, you practically swim in it. The soap really does smell wonderful, and your skin has never been so soft. So addicting to touch. 

Dice would agree wholeheartedly. 

A hum from your husband pulls you from your thoughts, and you laugh softly, resting your head on his chest and finally answering his question. 

“Alright, alright. I suppose you can be proud. You do have a wonderful taste in scents, after all.” 

The King smiles lovingly as he rubs his hands together once more, lathering up a bit of shampoo. Nothing like a pleasant boost to his ego.

“Of course I do. It takes the best to know the best, isn’t that right?”

You scoff at his self-serving affirmation, playfully rolling your eyes and allowing him to scrub the soap into your hair. His nails dig into your scalp, leaving you relaxed and relieved. 

While Dice works his hands on you, you grab his body wash off the ledge and smile knowingly at the title. Acqua di Gio. A beautiful citrusy scent that compliments well with the whiskey and cigars he downs on the daily. 

“Acqua di Gio, hm? You’ve been using this for years, don’t you ever want to switch it up from time to time?” You tease, pouring some of the wash into your hand and rubbing over his chest, trailing down his sides. 

“Why stray away from what I know works well? This brand’s never let me down before. È perfetto per i miei standard elevati (It’s perfect for my high standards).” 

“Oh, Dice, you know I was never as good with Italian. Spanish and French I can pick up on, and I can do basic Italian conversation, but I have no clue what you just said.”

With a soft kiss to the forehead, Dice’s low voice replies: 

“Questo è il divertimento, mia cara (That’s the fun of it, my dear). It’s adorable to watch your nose scrunch up slightly as you try and figure out what I’m saying.” 

“What, is this just another appeal to your ego?” You smile as you tilt his cubed head to the side, washing around the collarbone. “A way for you to show off your impeccable knowledge of language?” 

Your lover laughs loudly as he gently rinses your body wash off your shoulders, letting the gentle beads of water sweep away all the dirt you’re carrying. 

“Perhaps, or maybe it’s just a way to sweep you off your feet. I can tell you enjoy it, look at how you’re blushing~” Dice murmurs sweetly, caressing your cheek as he rinses your back, spending extra time on your ass. Oh. Oh, shit. 

That bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get you in the mood. And good lord, it’s working.

Well, two can play at that game, because as much as he’s washing you… you’re washing him as well. 

Pouring some extra soap in your hands, you trace down Dice’s chest and sides, sliding your fingers down his hips and grabbing the base of his cock, smirking to yourself as you begin to pump, allowing the body wash to act as the lubricant. 

“Well, you’re not the only charming one in this relationship, Dice. I can bring you to your knees just as much. I mean, look at you right now~”

How right you are; Dice can’t even form a reply. Your sides are held tightly by his hands, his fingers digging into your flesh. His teeth are gritted, eyes tightly shut as he bucks his hips right into your hand, his cool charisma completely gone in a matter of seconds. 

“What’s the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue?” You grin triumphantly, your hand pumping faster and faster. 

A beautiful whine escapes your partner as his hand reaches up and grips onto your shoulder, tightly squeezing. Eventually, Dice’s words return to him, as well as his strength. 

In the middle of your work, you’re suddenly pinned by your shoulders to the wall right underneath the shower head. The King towers over you with a wicked, seductive grin, the light from above him along with the water cascading over his skin making him look like a god. 

“Oh, you naughty little rascal, causing such a ruckus in here… what the hell do you think you’re getting at, teasing me like this?”

“I’m just returning the energy, my King~” You mutter seductively, your fingers walking up the side of his head and right over his pips, your soapy thumbs absentmindedly washing against the small indents of each dot. 

A pent up roar rips from Dice’s throat, and you know you’re getting closer to receiving what you want. A firm hand grips your jaw, sending chills down your spine as it forcefully tilts your jaw up towards your husband. Bright green eyes pierce into your own, making your stomach do a somersault.

“Look at you, making a mess outta me… I oughta teach you a lesson, right here in this shower space. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your ass right here? Right now?”

“God, finally! YES, King! I’ve been wanting this ever since I came in the first place!” You groan loudly, feeling yourself getting more and more heated by the second. The air’s getting suffocating, your heart pounding right out of your chest. You need release. You need Dice to help you reach your release. You need Dice. 

You feel a firm pair of lips take over your own, and your tongues immediately wrestle each other for dominance. It’s a tough battle, but Dice wins, biting your lip to keep you on your feet before pulling away, a small stream of saliva connecting his mouth to yours. 

Panting slightly, you reach up and grab his shoulders for stability, your nails digging into his ivory muscle. The action earns you a pleasured grunt, and a swift change in position. 

Dice turns you around and presses you against the wall, letting the stream of steamy water fall onto your back. Leaning close to you from behind, he whispers something that almost brings you to your knees:

“Easy, doll, just let the King take care of ya. However, I can’t promise I won’t be rough~”

Oh, FUCK. You can’t even see straight as he shoves his erection into your ass, and honestly, you can’t tell if it's the water getting in your eyes or the raw force Dice is using over you. 

Either way, you wouldn’t complain. You don’t think you could ever be in a better position than where you are now. Thank goodness you had the boldness to come in the shower early, otherwise you would’ve had to wait for this. Plus, there’s something about doing it in the shower that makes the whole experience that much better. 

Maybe it’s the water. Maybe it’s the scorching heat of the atmosphere. Maybe it’s the overpowering scents choking you. You’ll never know. But frankly, you don’t care.

All you care about is how hard your husband is pounding his dick into you. It’s enough for you to see stars every time he thrusts into you. It’s wet. Slippery. Hard. Blissful. 

Each time Dice rams his waist against your ass, a loud moan of pleasure is erupted from your mouth. He’s so fucking good at this, it amazes you each and every time you both have sex. Even though you’ve done this with him for years. There’s always something new he pulls on you that makes you swoon. This time, it’s the low growls and dirty talk that come out of him with every push. 

“Oh, SHIT, you’re so fucking tight around my cock-! I’ll never get you out of my mind, you pretty thing. You’re mine, you understand me? And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

“I’m yours, Dice! I’ll never belong to anyone else!~” You shriek in response, resting your head against the wall as your body is repeatedly shoved into the tile. Shit, he’s going hard. He better not stop. “Please, don’t stop! Go harder! Faster!” 

“Your wish is my command, babydoll~” 

His words are sweeter than sugar, but his thrusts are harder and more forceful than anything you’ve ever felt in your life. Dice takes no time to find that special spot that sends you to heaven, and when he does? Well, it’s all over from there. 

It’s a miracle that you don’t lose consciousness from the shock. You wonder if you’d wake back up in time to feel your release, or if you’d have to sleep through the climax. Would Dice clean you up? Of course he would. He’d even carry you off to bed, tuck you in, and tease you about it in the morning before work. 

While the thought seems nice, you’d prefer to see this out to the end. To miss out on this would be the missed opportunity of a lifetime. 

“Ohhhh, DARLIN’! How the FUCK do you manage to take me so well?! It’s like you were BORN to fit me! You feel incredible, sweetness-!”

“KING!~” You wail in pleasure, drool leaning from the corner of your mouth and dripping down to your chin. “King, I’m getting close! Oh, GOD, my love, I’m gonna cum-!” 

“Just a little more, doll-!” Dice growls back, pinning you against the wall by your shoulders to keep you in place as he chases after both of your climaxes. “Just a little mORE-!” 

A scream rips from Dice’s chest as his seed explodes inside of you, filling you right to your stomach. DAMN, that’s a lot. It’s so warm, so comforting, so… so pleasurable. 

Oh, fuck. 

You let out a screech of your own and grip the wall as tight as you can, your own seed bursting from between your legs. The sticky liquid starts to drip down your thighs, mingling with the streaming droplets of water from the shower head. 

Panting. Sweating. Laughing together. You both stay in place, keeping each other upright as you ride out the orgasm together, incredibly comfortable. The shower water is a nice massage to keep you both grounded, and a good reminder of how slippery the floor is. Better be careful. 

After a few minutes of blissful quietness, Dice pulls out of you and rinses himself off before gently guiding you off the wall, rinsing the leftover seed off of your legs. It’s amazing how you both can go from roughness, screaming and growling to soft, gentle touches in a matter of minutes. It’s like you're completely different people than you were beforehand. 

In a way, that is true. Each time you have sex is a new experience that teaches you both something about each other, and about yourselves. It’s exhilarating. A little strange. You’ve always been told that you learn something new every day, but you never thought the way you’d be learning was through… hands on experience. 

But you know what? This is the best kind of learning. Learning with your husband. Having fun with him. Loving him. 

Dice reaches behind you and shuts off the water, sliding the curtain to the side and navigating through the fog to find his towel. Quickly drying himself off, he grabs an extra towel for you, pressing loving kisses all over your soft, glowing skin as he rubs the fluffy towel over your body. 

He takes such good care of you, it makes you fall head over heels all over again. 

Comfortable silence falls over you both as Dice scoops you up, holding you protectively against his chest as he carries you back to the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist. 

Getting clean has never been more dirty. 

King Dice x Reader “Bath/Shower Sex” Headcanons (SHOW)

King Dice’s game show lasts for around two or three hours each night, under hot, beaming lights. The man himself is on his feet the entire time excluding his five minute breaks, singing and performing, charming his audience right into the palm of his hand… in many layers of clothing. Long story short, Dice sweats. A lot. But then again, who wouldn’t?

Because of his incredibly active job, Dice takes it upon himself to get washed up every day. It’s usually a quick shower before work, since he usually gets home way too late to even bother. Fortunately, Dice keeps an astounding variety of luxury colognes, each one more expensive than a month’s rent at your old apartment. Smoky Casino is your personal favorite of his, and he’s always sure to wear it whenever you turn up in his dressing room. (And if you steal a couple spritzes for yourself, well, he doesn’t mind.)

As much as he works, there are some nights where he has the energy to wash up after work. Some nights, he even has the chance to have a bath, of all things. Those nights are the best. 

Not only is the bedroom filled with those beautiful spicy aroma of the high end products your husband insists on buying, but the steam acts as a comforting blanket over you as you read to yourself in bed, or lie down peacefully, waiting for him to join you. 

His humming and soft vocalizations hug your ears, leaving you enchanted with your heart aching for him. 

It’s nights like these that you wish your husband could be home more often. The nights that he’s out late and you opted to stay home, it’s lonely. Cold. Dark. A huge hole is left inside of you, and sometimes you don’t even feel it fill up again, as Dice will come home when you’ve already fallen asleep, the reruns of his show playing quietly on the radio perched on your nightstand. 

The showman feels horrible when he comes home to the sight. Not only does he have to go to bed a sweating mess, but he also hates coming home to find your sleeping hand resting near the transmission, almost like you were trying to be near him. It breaks his poor heart into pieces, imagining you cooped up in your chambers, alone, waiting for his return. 

He plants a kiss to your cheek, holding you tightly against him as he drifts off himself. In the morning, when his alarm goes off, he’ll always hit snooze, wanting to spend a few extra minutes with you, resting peacefully in your embrace. Even if he has to miss his shower before work, and grab one in his dressing room instead. It’s worth it. 

However, he definitely prefers to get home at a decent hour, to be able to take his time with grooming himself. It’s an escape from reality for him. A form of self therapy.

No one is out to smother him or demand an autograph. He can wash off all the dirt from the disgusting contestants who manage to touch him, despite his professional warnings not to do so. It’s a way for him to unwind, to forget the events of the day. 

It’s a way for him to spend some quality time with you, whenever you join him. A way for you both to get physical. You know the tub isn’t necessarily the ideal place to have sex with each other, but what’s a little cleanup of some soapy water? The floaty feeling of being made love to underwater is worth the mess. 

The thoughts flood your mind as you ride home in the limo with him, you both cracking open a bottle of wine together to relax after a long show night. 

Your husband takes a long sip of his beverage and sighs in relief, leaning back in his seat and smiling down at you. 

“I’m glad you were able to join me tonight, darlin’. The show is much more bearable when I’m able to see you watching from behind the curtain.” 

You smile in response, setting your glass down on the table in front of you and resting against him. 

“I am too, honey. It was nice to see you in action again, rather than listening on the radio.” 

The die nods in understanding, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him.

“I do wish you had the chance to come in more often, dear. I know how much your work has been piling up lately, and I’m sorry that it’s been tiring you out so much.”

“Oh please, I can’t even imagine how tired you must feel each night, coming home from hours of performance. I get tired just from watching you!” 

You share a laugh as the limo arrives at your destination, Dice grabbing the open wine bottle while you grab the glasses. 

“It’s true, my job is exhausting… but it’s worth it, to please the fans. I’d do anything to see them happy and cheering my name.” 

“Yes, everything except letting them stand less than three feet from you.” You tease as you both head inside, stepping into the elevator and pushing the button for the bedroom floor. 

“Hey, some of those brutes need to learn to keep their hands to themselves! You know how many times I’ve had to straighten up my suit and reapply my makeup because people can’t keep their grubby mitts off of me?” Dice pouts as the bell dings, and you both stroll inside, slipping off his waistcoat and draping it neatly over the back of his arm chair. 

You laugh playfully and nod in understanding, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you watch him undress himself. 

“I get it sweetheart. I’d probably be more impatient than you are, if we’re being honest.”

You receive a wink from the King as he sets his dirty vest and undershirt inside the hamper to be washed by one of his cards the next morning. 

“Nasty little pests.” He concludes nonchalantly, grabbing a towel from the linen closet. “I’ll have a bath tonight, sugar. And maybe, if you’re still awake, we can have a little fun~” 

Oh, great. Thank you, Dice. Thank you for planting that mischievous idea in your head as he disappears into the large connected bathroom to wash up.

You stand in place, your brain trying not to explode as you hear the bath water turn on, that familiar tune Dice hums greeting you once again. How is that fair? He can’t just leave you with the suspenseful promise of satisfaction and then disappear behind the door frame. 

Dammit. Dammit, you can’t take it. You can’t be alone right now. You need to join him this time. Surely, he wouldn’t mind that anyway.  

With your mind made up, you strip yourself of your own clothes, tossing them into the hamper much less neatly than your partner had. You grab an extra towel from the linen closet, and make your way to the bathroom, waltzing right inside. 

The humming stops as Dice jumps a little from inside the tub, not expecting you to walk in without at least knocking. Not that he’d care, it’s certainly a treat to see your naked body stepping towards him. He always loves some great eye candy. 

“Well this is certainly an unexpected surprise… what are you doing, sweetness?”

“What does it look like, silly? I’m joining you!” You laugh playfully, the showman scooching back to make room for you to climb in. 

Hot, steaming water overwhelms your skin as you slowly step inside. You wince a little as you settle down, letting out a shaky sigh as you lean back against Dice’s chest. 

Once you’re both comfortable, your senses finally start taking everything in, and boy, does it feel amazing. 

Of course, Dice used the bubble bath this time around, knowing it’s your favorite. Did he plan this? Was that suspenseful remark an invitation to join him in the first place? It must have been, since he wasn’t as surprised as you thought he’d be.

The spicy cinnamon scent happily enters your nose, almost immediately relaxing you as you rest against Dice’s soft skin. A stray bubble from the soap floats its way over to you both, and Dice lets out a quiet chuckle as you reach up and pop it with your finger. 

Bleu de Chanel sits atop the tub’s ledge, and you guess that’s the source of the woodsy jasmine scent pairing quite nicely with the sweetness of the bubble bath. French… of course. 

Dice interrupts your racing mind as he begins to rub his soap-covered hands over your chest, massaging the familiar lemony scent of your body wash into your skin. You’d think the amount of different scents would completely overpower you, making it impossible to breathe in the room, but fortunately, each product is light and creates an effective blend of essences that work very well together. You suppose there’s a reason they’re so expensive, and why Dice has banned all other types of products from your home. 

For good reason, too. Those cheaper brands you used a long time ago left your skin dry and damaged, and they smelled… strong, to say the least. 

But now, your skin is soft and silky, with a light citrus scent that sticks, as opposed to a suffocating aroma that lasts for a day maximum, 

That’s one way Dice looks out for you, at least. He makes sure you use products that care about you just as much as he does. It’s sweet. Loving. 

He’s such a loving husband. You love him to death. God, you need him. 

“Mmm… my dear, you smell absolutely incredible.” Dice praises from above you, his hands trailing down to your stomach, washing your skin with such carefulness. “I’m glad you joined me tonight, I was wondering what was missing from the room… the lemon adds that perfect touch.” 

The remark coaxes a small laugh out of you as you tilt your head back, looking at his face from an upside down angle. 

“Look at you, playing with your soaps like a chemist. How’d you get so good at mixing scents together in a way that doesn’t kill brain cells with each sniff?” 

Your husband tosses his head back, his shoulders shaking slightly as he lets out a bellowing laugh. A beautiful sound that makes your heart skip a beat or two. 

“It’s just from experience, doll! There’s a lot of trial and error when it comes to finding the products that work. You have no idea how much money I’ve wasted over the years, before finding what stuck.” 

“I can’t tell if this is a complaint about the waste of money, or the reminder that you have money to waste.” You strike back with a snicker. 

“Aw, darlin’, that’s not fair. Besides, this is your money, as well. And I’ve seen how refined your taste has gotten over the years. I’m not the only one sending thousands down the drain over simple niceties.”

“Me? You’re the one pushing me to spend more money!” You grin. “Remember that huge ring you influenced me to buy last week, when I was questioning the price tag? That cost $2000?” 

“Why settle for anything less if we can afford it, sweetheart?” His hands move around your sides, trailing towards your back, lovingly rubbing his fingers in circles over your shoulder blades. “Nothing wrong with indulging in something nice, especially when we’re able to.” 

You sigh happily, leaning forward slightly so he can reach your lower back. “I suppose you’re right, it does feel nice to treat yourself every once in a while.”

Dice smiles knowingly, kissing the side of your neck as he grabs your shampoo off the edge of the tub. Okay, now you know he was planning for you to join him. 

“Of course I am, when am I not? Especially when the conversation is about spending money. I have a knack for these things.” 

You scoff playfully, rolling your eyes at his ego peeking through. “Humble, Dice. very humble.” 

Your lover chuckles fondly, kissing the side of your neck and murmuring into your ear as he scrubs the shampoo into your scalp:

“I suppose you’re right, I have been a little too confident tonight… Let’s talk about you for a change, my love.”

The sudden praise knocks the wind from your sails, and you’re left speechless as Dice lovingly runs his fingers through your hair, washing behind your ears. 

“Let’s talk about your beautiful skin, smelling of lemons and sweet cinnamon. Simplement parfait (simply perfect).”

Oh, god, the French. He knows damn well what he’s doing, and it’s almost infuriating how much you want to throw yourself onto him. 

“And your hair, smooth and silky, behaving wonderfully for my fingers. Your beautiful eyes, sparkling with drive and motivation. And goodness, my love, that wonderful smile of yours~” 

A quiet moan slips out of your parted lips as Dice gives your hair a gentle tug. He lathers some more body wash in his palms before running his hands over your skin once more, this time traveling underwater and focusing on the more private parts of your body. 

Okay, now you’re just pent up. The minute you feel his fingers travel down to your ass, you’re like a feral animal. Small bouts of water splash over the edge as you immediately turn to face the die, your hungry eyes boring into his expectant ones. 

“Just what are you getting at, King? Are you trying to get a rise out of me?” 

“That depends, mon amour. Is it working?” 

Oh, that sick, handsome bastard. Of course it’s fucking working. 

Your hands reach up and grip his shoulders, clumps of bubbles springing from the bath and landing onto your arms. “Don’t make me beg, here. Please, please make love to me, now. Right now. I’m going crazy here, my love!” 

Dice’s soft smile deepens into a knowing smirk as he wraps his arms around your back, shifting positions and pulling you so you’re sitting on top of him, your ass pressed right up against the tip of his hardening cock. 

“No need to beg, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. But here’s the deal: this’ll be a team effort. But I presume that you don’t have any problems with that?” 

You don’t. Why the hell would you? If his dick is inside you, helping you chase sweet release, you don’t care if you’re doing all the work. As long as he’s inside of you. How is that such a hard concept for him to grasp?

“Of course I don’t, now would you please just get on with it already? You’ve had me pent up for long enough!” You whine desperately, bumping your head on his chest repeatedly. If he doesn’t push himself inside of you soon, you’ll go insane. 

OH, SHIT-!

As if he can read your mind, Dice grins and bucks his hips up without a warning, effectively slamming his dick inside of your ass. Oh, yes, that feels wonderful. Was that so damn hard? That’s literally all you’ve wanted ever since you both got in that limo. 

He’s such a little tease, it’s so annoying. 

Reflexively, you start to move, bouncing up and down onto his cock with slow, steady movements. It takes a second, but Dice quickly catches onto your rhythm, and you both exchange pleasured moans with one another as you finally start relieving the sexual frustration you both have been dealing with. 

Neither of you care about the water spilling over the tub. You don’t care about your shampoo falling off the tub’s ledge, or Dice’s body wash following suit. None of it matters. Nothing matters right now. There is nothing that can take either of you away from this moment. You’ve more than earned it tonight. 

Hungry kisses, tongues fighting tooth and nail for reign over the other’s mouth. Hands sliding over skin, groping each other’s chests. Low, pleasured moans and growls emanating from your mouths, hanging open, drool spilling from their corners. Foreheads bumping against one another, resting against each other for a sense of security. Soapy bubbles moving along with your bounces, sliding back and forth with the bath water. 

How could you ever want to be anywhere else? It’s just you, and the one man in the entire world that you trust with your life. Sharing a bond unlike any other. Being vulnerable with each other. 

It’s beautiful. Exquisite. You doubt that there’s anything more perfect than this. There couldn’t be. 

“King, oh my GOODNESS, please keep going! I need you!” You whine loudly, crashing your lips onto his, vocalizing your helplessness into your mouth. “I’ll do anything, my King! Anything!” 

“Look at yourself, you sexy little doll-! You’re coming completely undone, and I’m barely even hitting your spot!” Dice growls into your mouth, holding the back of your head with his hand. “You want me to go faster, huh? Do you?!” 

“OH, FUCK! PLEASE, KING! PLEASE, GO FASTER!” 

That’s all he needs to hear, and a few seconds later, you both are surprised that the tub is still filled even with the amount of power you both are putting into thrusting against one another. It really is a workout, trying to push against the water like that, but it feels so good, it’s completely worth the struggle. 

Your hands slowly find their way to the sides of his head, holding on for dear life as you try and pick up the pace. Fortunately, your fingers graze over just the right spots on those lavender pips of his, effectively sending Dice into an absolute frenzy. 

The sudden, ferocious yell from your husband almost makes you jump right out of your skin as he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he pounds his hips into you. Fuck, you’ve never seen him so eager in all your years of this relationship. 

The showman is on a mission; trying desperately to chase after not only his orgasm, but your own. He’s always prided himself on being the best around in the bedroom (or in this case, the bathroom) and he’ll be damned if he can’t prove that to you. It’s not like he needs to, you know perfectly well just how good he is at satisfying you, but it’s nice to see that he has incredibly high standards for himself out of all things. 

His ego may be large, but he holds himself to that as well, which is oddly refreshing to see. 

“FUCK-! FUCK, DOLL, I’M GETTING CLOSE-!” 

Little does Dice know, so are you. In fact, you’re right on the edge of your peak. Just a little more and… 

“I’M GONNA CUM, DICE! OHHH, FUCK!~” 

The scream you let out is enough to slightly rattle the walls as you finally let go of what you’ve been holding onto for hours, your seed erupting from between your thighs as your legs shake from the impact. 

Just seeing you come undone in front of him is enough for your husband to reach his own climax as well. With a final shout of ecstasy, Dice shoots his spent inside of you, filling you up as much as your body can take. A few drops of his fluids still leak from your ass, trickling down your crack and finally landing on the surface of the now lukewarm water, halfway down your legs. 

A sudden bout of silence washes over you both as you gaze at each other, panting heavily as you scan your faces for any signs of pain or discomfort. As always, neither of you find a damn thing. 

All you can see is the pure adoration you have for one another, through the slight smiles on your parted lips, and the gentle sparkles in your eyes. 

Still trying to catch your breath, you weakly lift yourself off of your husband, blushing sheepishly at the translucent mess that’s formed all over your legs. While you might find it embarrassing, Dice doesn’t believe he’s ever seen something more perfect. The way you look, standing completely naked above him, your seed spilling out of you and combining with his own? Now that’s what Dice would call a pretty sight. 

“Sweetheart…” 

You tilt your head to the side, watching in slight curiosity as Dice stands up with you, lovingly wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. Leaning against him and resting your hands on his shoulders, you tilt your head up so you can look him in the eye. 

Your partner grins lovingly down at you, cautiously stepping out of the tongue with you and drying you off with the towel you had grabbed before you came in. 

“I love you, more than anything money can buy.” Nine words. In nine words, Dice wraps you up in a loving trance. In nine words, Dice reassures you that there’s nothing in the world that’s as precious as your marriage. 

Completely speechless, you watch him spend extra time carefully cleaning the seed off of your legs, not wanting to agitate the soreness in certain areas. How incredibly gracious of him, to care for you like this. What have you done to deserve this sort of treatment? 

To wrap the whole night up with one final gesture, Dice covers you with the towel and picks you up, carrying you off to bed with the intent on tucking you in for the night. 

Before you can be lulled to sleep by the comforting sounds of his feet pattering against the floor, your words return to you, and you can finally reply to your lover’s earlier remark. 

“I love you too, my King. Just one kiss from you is worth a thousand rings.”

The showman watches in awe as you finally nod off in his arms, absolutely smitten over what you just said. A thousand rings… 

Well, with you in his arms? He certainly feels like a million dollars. 

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