#Dice Fluff

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Crash ~ *Dice Arisugawa*

Summary: Dice keeps losing and it’s starting to worry you, Perhaps you could lend him some help?

Pairing: Arisugawa Dice X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 491

Warning: N/A

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“You lost again, didn’t you?” You asked, trying to keep the smile off of your face.

Dice gave a sheepish chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe…”

Sighing, you shake your head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me crash here for the night?”

You nodded, letting him in. However, before he could get any further than the foyer, you grabbed the back of his coat. “Not so fast. Before you make yourself at home, you need to bathe. You reek of alcohol and the streets. The bathroom is all yours. I’ll get you a spare change of clothes.”

Dice was about to whine but swallowed his protests seeing your sharp glare. “A-alright, okay. I’ll go.”

When he was in the bathroom cleaning up, you went into the back of your closet where you kept spare clothes for him. This wasn’t the first time he has come to your door, asking to spend the night. It’s not that you were upset he wasn’t there. You were actually glad he came here instead of sleeping outside. At least you could feed him and give him a warm place to rest. He was kind of like a stray that way.

But it was starting to weigh on you. You couldn’t keep doing this. You worried about him too much. There needed to be a better way to take care of him. And your mind wandered back to an idea you’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Maybe now it was time to put the plan into action.

As soon as Dice was out of the bathroom, he changed in your room while you set out some reheated food from your own dinner. He sat at the kitchen table, still drying his hair, and thanked you for the food. You gave a soft sigh before drying his hair for him as he ate.

“Dice, I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s dangerous.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about how when you lose, you lose big. And I don’t like the idea of you sleeping on the streets.”

“I haven’t in a while. Gentaro and Ramuda let me stay with them sometime and so does Rio on rare occasions.” He paused before adding quietly, “And so do you.”

Nodding, you ignored the heat in your cheeks. “I know. But I was thinking you need a permanent place to stay-”

“There is no way I’ll have enough money to afford a place.”

“Here.”

Dice froze. “H-h-here?”

You nodded again. “Yeah, right here. You don’t have to pay for anything. Just stay here when you need to. Consider this homebase where you can crash anytime.”

He was silent for a long time. You were afraid he was angry at you for thinking he couldn’t take care of himself. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought this up. Maybe-

“Okay.” He breathed with a soft chuckle. “I would love to crash here more often.”

[triple-pupil]

Scratch scratch.

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[discotenny]

The only cure!

You just have a tummy ache. Dice thinks you’re dying.

A nearly 6 foot tall figure stands above you, hands in his hair as he freaks T H E F U C K out.

You’re curled below in your shared bed, holding your stomach as you let out groans of pain. Your stomach aches and growls, a pulling sensation in your gut that feels like your intensities are feeling stabbed at.

Straining to get any words out, you only manage to let out a weakened call to his name.

“Dice-“

Said boyfriend is pacing around the bedroom, calling his friends while frantically googling your symptoms and possible remedies.

“No, no, no, no- what am I gonna do- what am I gonna do-“

You assume he can’t hear you over the sound of his own thoughts.

“I don’t have ginger- there’s no onions in the kitchen- what the hell kind of mushroom is named Neosporin?!”

Rolling over in your weakened state, you turn to look at Dice, who’s visibly sweating as he furiously types on his phone. Constant buzzes accompany his typing and you can only imagine what he could be sending.

-

1000💴onFriday: Making so much noise down there Daisu, hope you aren’t having too much fun (*´꒳`*)

DoA: THIS IS SERIEOUS I THINK THEYTE REALLT DTING THIS FIME GUSYS

👻: Oh dear! I’ll buy a bouquet of flowers to bring at their bedside at haste!

DoA: NOT FUNGNTBY YOU GUSYT ARE SO UNHUILPFUl

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Dice shoves his phone into his pocket in annoyance- crying out at the ceiling. He falls to his knees, shuffling to the bed with teary eyes. You hold out a hand to him, offering him to take it.

“Dice-“

“Shhh, shhh don’t speak babe- it’s-“ he makes an incredibly obnoxious sniffling sound, “it’s gonna be okay-“ He takes your hand ever so gently and holds it like a lifeline- it’s warm, just what you’re looking for.

You guide his hand close to you and Dice’s eyes widen, tears freely falling now. Carefully, you place his warm hand on your grumbling stomach- a hefty sigh of relief leaving your chest at first contact.

“Keep it there,” you look at Dice, bless his heart, he thought you were dying. “Please, baby?”

Wiping away his sniffles, his worries, and his embarrassing display of misunderstanding, he hops onto bed beside you. His hand stays there, warm and large as it covers your stomach like a heating pad. Dice accommodates it with slow rubs and soft pats, letting you bask in his warmth and touch.

“Better?” He asks, smiling at your relaxed expression.

“Absolutely.”

———

I have a tummy ache !!

[mafi-maken]

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[nian-7]

"MY LIFE IS A GAMBLE!"

Dice Arisugawa x kitsune!reader

✧fluff, dice is gambling his soul away. what else is new?, not modern era

" Hmm... " Dice sat opposite to you, staring at the board in front of you both and analyzing his possible moves that will give him an advantage over you, a kitsune, who's been playing this same game for years... How does he outsmart a kitsune at it's own game? He suddenly let out a dramatic groan, flopping back onto the floor as you laughed at this display.

" Giving up already, Dice? " You teased, " That looks awfully like a position of utter defeat to me~ " You leaned your face against your hand as you rested against the table, looking at him with a sly smile. Suddenly shooting up, he pointed at you, his finger nearly touching your nose as your sly expression turned to one of confusion and shock.

" You've gotta be cheatin'! " He accused before putting his head down on the table, shaking up the game you both were playing, effectively messing it up.

" Me? Cheating? " You watched him lift his head up to look at you and you gave him a mock offended expression. " I would never do such a thing! Why would you even think I did something like that? "

" Cause you're a trickster! I know you were cheatin'- Rematch, right now! " He slammed his fist on the table, eyes filled with vigor as if ready to win the next match and apparently forgetting every past loss. Not that he's ever won a match against you.

" Ah ah ah.. I won that match so you've got to hand over your losses, " You held out your hand, awaiting your reward for yet another win. He shuffled around in his pockets for a moment before looking back up at you.

" Can I... pay ya back later? I kinda forgot it back home... " He looked down, as if ashamed. You sighed, waving your hand as if to discard his excuse.

" Alright, alright... Then what will you bet this time around? " You leaned forward, waiting for his answer as you began to reset the game again.

" How about... " He thought for a moment, his hand holding his chin in deep thought. Or as deep of a thought Dice could manage. " I've got it! How about my soul? Will that do the trick? " You raised your eyebrows at this sudden proposition, wondering if he was being serious.

" You do know what will happen if you lose, correct? Seeing as you have never won a game against me, " You finished setting up the game for another round. Bummer, you really liked this human. Your fox tails swished behind you as you watched him think again.

" I'm feeling lucky this time! " He gave a confident thumbs up as you sighed your head hanging in utter disappointment. This human really was stupid no matter how much you liked him.

" Fine then, " You sighed, situating yourself up again to start the game. " I will give you half of the money you've lost to me if you win. Sound good? " He confirmed with a sure nod.

As the game progressed, you slowly made your moves as if to make sure you were going to win but something just didn't feel right about it... Wasn't eating humans souls your whole thing?? Ah. That was your last move wasn't it? Unless he was idiotic enough to miss the obvious win you just gave him. Unintentionally, of course... You look up as Dice let out a victory cheer as you stare, almost stunned at the board. Did you really just let this human beat you at the game you've been playing for far longer than he's even been alive?

" C'mon!! Gimme my prize, (name)! " He held out his hands, awaiting the money you promised with sparkles in his eyes. You reached down to pull out a bag of money from seemingly thin air and you placed the hefty bag into his outstretched hands.

" I guess you win this one, Dice, " You yawn, " Although... It's still 285 to 1. You've got a long ways to go. " You were uncertain if he actually heard you over his celebrating though. One thing you were certain about was that the money he had just won? It was going to be gone by morning.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[unholy-screeching9]

I really love your stories.Not cuz it's King Dice x reader no!

It's by how you do the details, it's so beautiful and with lots of passion so I hope you'll make more. :)

(btw *idea* can you make one story of getting pregnant?)

thank you

Of course I can, dear! Thank you so much for your kind words. I hope this is worth the wait 💋

NSFW CONENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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King Dice x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

King Dice x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons (GAME)

You and King Dice want kids. Badly.

You’ve been married for quite a while, and the idea of having babies together? Starting a family together? Well, let’s just say it’ll be a dream come true for you both.

Your husband is thrilled at the idea of getting you pregnant with his child, watching you bring that baby to the world. The thought of you having his baby sends him into a frenzy. To see you with an adorable baby bump, to feel the child kicking against his hand, to hold them when you finally give birth? Oh, how splendid it would be.

You’d give anything to have a child with Dice. You want it more than anything. You want to make so many memories with your husband and children, laughing together, making fantasies come to life, and showing your babies how to thrive in such an adventurous world.

Of course, wanting kids means… well, trying for them. Many times, much to the joyful annoyance of you both.

As much as it hurts to keep failing over and over again… it just means the next time you both have sex with each other, your husband gets that much more into it. The more desperate he grows, the more irritated he gets at another failed attempt, the more determined and dominant he gets when handling you.

God dammit, he will get you pregnant. You will have his baby. You both will have a family together. And that is a guarantee.

His promise, his determination, and his stubbornness… it gets you so excited every time. You can’t wait to feel his load explode inside of you, reaching your womb. That’s the one fantastic thing about having to try so many times… The feeling of being stuffed to the brim is something you’ll never grow tired of. It’s an addiction. A need.

Whenever he starts to guide you to the bedroom, you get so giddy. Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes is enough to already get you wet. He drives you absolutely feral.

And his voice certainly helps in that case.

“Come now, darlin’... let’s get these pesky drawers off of you. They’re always in my way~”

You yelp in excitement as he rips off your bottoms, your underwear following suit. They’re left in a heaping pile on the floor along with your top, and the rest of his clothes as well. Well, that was certainly record timing.

Dice sweeps you off your feet, spinning once for shits and grins before tossing you onto the four-poster bed and crawling in himself, towering over your eager, shaky form.

“Alright, my dear. Let’s try this again, shall we?”

You nod quickly, grinning in anticipation as you reach up and grip his shoulders, bracing yourself for his entrance into your walls.

God, the way he takes command each time you both are intimate with each other drives you crazy. He’s so smooth and suave with the way he handles you. It’s something you’ll never grow tired of. You love it.

“Are you ready for this, doll? I’ll warn you, I’ll be rather rough this time around. You think you can handle that?”

“YES! Yes, King, PLEASE, I’m so tired of waiting!”

“Well, since you have such good manners… alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want. Just don't say I didn’t warn you.”

You shout in pained pleasure as Dice rolls his hips against your own, his throbbing cock quickly sliding against your walls as he fills you entirely. He fits you so perfectly, and you quickly adjust to his size. Before you can even utter a word in reply, he’s ramming into you, shoving his length in and out of your pussy and relishing every high pitched cry you make, begging him for more.

You don’t even have to ask all that much. Your lover is more than happy to oblige.

The feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of your clit feels so good it’s intoxicating. And the way he looks while doing it makes you want him twice as much. The way he grits his teeth as he slams his cock into your folds, grunting loudly in sync with your whines. His green eyes making eye contact with you, hungrily scanning your beautiful body. His fingers digging into your shoulders as he holds you steady. He’s got complete control over you. You’re his toy. His puppet. His most prized possession.

And he loves you.

He wants you to have his baby. Desperately. He wants to stuff you so much his fluids reach your womb, over and over again. He wants you to struggle to hold his load inside you, his juices starting to leak down your inner thighs.

God, the mere thought of it eggs him on. You’d look so precious with his cum leaking out of you. Even better with a cute little baby bump, representing the child you two would be having together. He wants you. He needs you. He’ll start a perfect little family with you if it’s the last thing his damned soul ever does.

He speeds up, the soft mattress squeaking and shifting beneath you as he pounds into you. It hurts so damn good, it’s enough to make you cry in pleasure, tears leaking from your eyes as you grin desperately up at him. Your nails dig deep into his skin, drawing streaks of blood and coaxing out a loud groan from your husband. He loves that.

“Oh, fuuuuck! That’s it, doll! Dig those nails deep into me, mark me up, all of it. God, you’re so tight around my dick like this, it almost hurts-!”

You let out an excited scream, feeling your walls tighten around him. The way he was speaking to you was making you catch right up to your release.

“KING! Oh my GOD, my King, I’m getting close-!! I’m gonna cum!~”

“That’s right, my little pip. Cum. I want to feel your juices pouring over my dick before I stuff you to the top. DO IT.”

The husky authority in his voice as he gives the order is enough to send you over the edge, and you let out a pleasured cry as you finally reach your climax.

The King growls above you as he feels your juices explode against his cock, chasing his own climax as he murmurs in your ear:

“Your cum feels so good against my dick, sweetheart. It’s getting me close, myself. Tell me, do you wanna be filled by my load? You want me to stuff you so hard your stomach throbs?”

“YES, King, PLEASE! Fill me to the brim! I need it-!”

“I can’t hear you, pip. Speak up. You want me to fill you up? Do you? You wanna have my kid?!”

“YES, KING DICE! I wanna have your baby! Our baby!! I want to be filled up by your cum! I want it so bad it HURTS! PLEASE, MY KING!”

Your cries of pleasure and desperation are enough to send him into a frenzy, and he finally catches his sweet release. And man, it’s incredible.

Dice lets out an animalistic scream of exaltation as his fluids explode out of his cock, shooting right into your walls and quickly filling you so much your stomach distends slightly. Fuck, he was full. There’s so much. It’s so hot. He feels so hot inside of you, he’s like your personal heating pad. It feels amazing.

You look up at him, falling in love with that tired, yet proud look on his face.

“That… that oughta do it, sugar.”

He’s panting heavily, his chest rising and falling shakily with each breath he takes. He must have worn himself out. He’s so desperate to have a baby with you, it’s honestly adorable.

With your invitation, he lays on top of you, resting his sleepy head on your chest and allowing you to trace the edges of it with your fingers. He listens to your soft, satisfied hums as you enjoy the feeling of his dick still inside you, keeping as much of his cum inside you as possible.

“I hope this works, sweetheart… I want this. I want you. I want to father your children. To have our own little hellish family.”

You smile, rubbing circles on his back as you lean your head against the pillows and close your eyes.

“I know, honey. I want this too. So so much…”

You hope this works just as much. You want to have his baby. You weren’t just saying those words to encourage him to cum inside of you. You meant every one of them.

You want to see him hold your hand as you deliver your baby into the world. You want to see him cradle the child in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks and ruining his makeup. You want to watch him drowsily get up at night when the baby cries for him.

You want to hear him softly sing them to sleep, with the promise that he’ll protect them with his life. You want to see him teach them how to walk. How to run. How to dance, and play cards.

And, as much as it may annoy you in the future, you want to see him laugh in delight as your child causes mischief around the casino halls.

You want him to be a parent, just as much as you want to be one.

And then….

You start getting sick every morning. Every. Morning. And it’s horrible.

You wake up an hour or so before Dice’s alarm usually goes off, and rush to empty your last meal into the toilet.

Dice is always there not more than a minute later, kneeling down, rubbing your back. Murmuring soft reassurances to you.

“Let it out, babydoll. It’s alright, I’m here. I’m right here, sugar. Everything’s gonna be fine…”

He’s the sweetest. He really doesn’t have to get up early to help you feel better, but he does anyway. He makes that sacrifice for you because he loves you.

Man, he really would be a great father.

Wait. Wait a minute…

…Oh.

The realization hits you like a stack of bricks. Your period’s late. You’re sick as a dog every morning. Your appetite has been fluctuating, and you’ve been craving odd combinations. You’ve been gaining a little weight with no explanation recently.

You’re pregnant.

It’s finally happening. After so many attempts, you both have done it. You and your husband are going to start a family together. Something you’ve always dreamed of doing.

You can’t wait to tell him. But at the same time, you want it to be meaningful. So you keep quiet, for now.

Meanwhile, Dice is growing more and more worried by the day. So much so that he almost takes a day off work to watch you closely, but you forbid it. You want him to be surprised, and you haven’t had enough time to get everything ready for your special night.

However, this just raises more red flags for your partner. You never insist he go to work. It’s usually you who’s begging him to take a day off, to spend some more time with you. He decides he’ll set up an appointment with the doctor so you both can go together and figure out what’s wrong.

After tucking you back into bed, Dice kisses your forehead and sighs softly.

“I’m so sorry, toots. I wish I could help ya, when you’re feeling so sick like this. I’ll be working a little late tonight, but I’ve got the day off tomorrow. We’ll head to the doc’s to see what the problem is.”

He takes your hand, presses a loving kiss to your knuckles, and leaves to get ready for work.

Perfect. This gives you plenty of time to set everything up. You’re thinking of a nice, quiet dinner with some smooth jazz playing on his radio, and then you’ll break it to him.

You’ve gotta hand it to yourself, even while pregnant you can still make wonders happen with your hands. The room looks amazing. The food you prepared, hot and delicious on the trays. The radio emits a soft tune throughout the room. You can’t wait until Dice returns.

He’s a little shocked when he does. He shuts the door behind him and smiles in surprise, taking his waistcoat off and hanging it neatly before strutting over to where you sat in the bed.

“What’s all this, doll? I take it you’re feeling better than this morning?”

You laugh softly and nod, grabbing the dinner trays and offering him one. “Much. I figured we could have a cozy dinner tonight, as a thank you for taking such good care of me.”

The King laughs softly and cups your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, it’s my job as your husband. But I’m not one to refuse such a generous offer, my love~”

You smile at his response and kiss his palm, handing him a tray as you both sit down on the bed together.

Dinner is delicious, and Dice makes sure to tell you so. He always appreciates your cooking, and honestly prefers it over the many restaurants you both go to on date nights. Something about the love you put into whatever you make just elevates the dishes ten fold.

Yes… the love you put into whatever you make. Including your child.

Speaking of which…

“Dice?” you ask as he sets his tray along with yours off to the side. It’s time to tell him about what’s been making you so sick all this time.

“Yes, my love?” your husband looks back at you, scooting closer to you and tenderly taking your hand. He can tell there’s something on your mind. His eyes scan your own, searching for answers.

“There’s… there’s a reason why I’ve been so sick. Why my attitude’s been fluctuating, and why I’ve been acting so weird…”

Dice cocks his head to the side, looking at you in confusion as he cups your face. For someone so intelligent he can be a little… dense.

“You have? Well, spit it own then, doll. What’s the matter?”

Cute. It’s cute that he’s so clueless. It makes you laugh slightly, taking the tension out of Dice’s concerned gaze. Now, he just wants to know what’s making you all giddy so suddenly.

“Come on, sugar, out with it. You’re scaring me.”

“It’s just so cute, Dice. You’re cute. And I’m sure you’ll make an even cuter father.”

It takes your husband to figure out just what you’re saying.

“A cute father? What does being a father have anything to do with…”

He trails off, his mouth hanging over as his words die off his tongue. His expression is thoughtful before his bright green eyes widen, his head snapping back up at you.

“You… you don’t mean…”

You smile warmly and nod, taking his trembling hands and squeezing excitedly.

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Dice. I’m pregnant.”

Dice is frozen in shock, shoulders tense as he looks at you with wide eyes, sparkling with excitement.

After a few moments, he speaks, and his voice is so soft you can barely pick up on it.

“You… you mean it?”

You nod again, grinning and cupping his cubed face. The way he’s looking at you is a rare sight to see.

Usually, he’s got a fixed, confident smile, downplaying whatever true emotions he’s feeling. It was the look you fell in love with, when you first saw him running the casino’s main floor.

But now, he looks at you the way he did when he first laid eyes on you. It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

This time, it’s you and your child.

“Oh, babydoll, you’ve made me so HAPPY!” your husband shrieks in excitement, throwing his arms around you and holding you tightly against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat fluttering against your own as you both hug each other, tears rolling down your faces. This is truly one of the happiest moments you’ll ever have.

It’ll be wonderful to have a child running around the halls. A child who depends on the two of you, and trusts you with their life. A child who you can pour your love into, teach the ways of the world to, and watch grow up.

Now that you both know you’re pregnant, Dice’s protectiveness triples in size. The man doesn’t let you lift a finger, and sometimes, he’ll even get upset with you for trying to help out around the casino or even in the bedroom.

As much as it annoys you when he pesters you because you tried to lift something slightly heavy, it’s cute to see him become so worried about you and your baby.

It seems he’s already slipped into the fatherly role, and is playing his part quite nicely. It really is an adorable sight to see.

And you can’t lie, it does feel nice to not have to do as much, and you can focus only on your job, and keeping your body healthy for your child. Dice takes over everything, including the cooking. It may not taste as amazing as yours to his standards, but damn, you aren’t complaining at all. You think he’s a fine cook, especially when your cravings hit at their worst times.

You’ll never understand how your husband is able to make pickles and ice cream taste so delicious. You’re fully convinced that you’d enjoy what he makes even if you aren’t affected by such a strange appetite.

Of course, you both pause in having sex during the months of your pregnancy, out of Dice’s worry that he’ll hurt the child. No matter how desperate you both get for each other, the most you will do is cuddle and finger each other. It’s not even close to what you’re after, but it will do until the baby is born.

The months trudge by, and after what feels like forever, you’ve reached the stage where you need to go on maternity leave from your job. Your belly is huge, even for a pregnancy. It’s so distended you can no longer see your feet. You feel like you could pop. It hurts to stand. To walk. To sleep. To move. You start to get irritable, and annoyed with everything around you.

Sometimes, you won’t let Dice even touch you, as much as it breaks his heart. However, he respects your wishes, and instead offers you kind, reassuring words of support, even if all he gets in return is a sharp comeback.

Other times, you’re clinging onto him, desperate for his comforting warmth. Dice lost count of how many times he’s been late to work simply because he doesn’t want to pry you off of him in the mornings. You’re just so comfortable… It’d be a shame to ruin all of it just because he doesn’t want to be a few minutes late. So, he stays.

Your confidence drops to your feet, and you spend multiple times a week sobbing to yourself over your looks. Your weight. Your weird, stupid cravings. The pain you’re in. And your husband dries your eyes every time.

He is nothing but kind to you, letting you bury your face into his chest and cry into him, letting your tears stain his shirt. All he does is hold you, shushing your sobs and whispering sweet, gentle praises into your ear.

“There now, my sweet. Let’s ease up on the waterworks, alright? I know it’s hard, carrying such a heavy child inside of you. I can’t even begin to fathom how much pain you must be in. And if I could take away every ounce of that pain, I would. In a heartbeat, baby.”

He slowly rocks you in his embrace, his hand fondly resting on your stomach as the baby kicks lively against it. He falls more in love with you for every kick the child offers. While it may be a burden to you right now, to him? It’s surreal. Incredible.

You’re… pregnant. You’re carrying his baby. His spawn. That’s the most wonderful thing he’ll ever see you do.

You’re beautiful to him. You’re perfect. And he’ll be damned if he catches you crying like this again, complaining about how ugly you think you are. He just won’t have it.

He gets a lot more touchy with you afterwards. If there’s ever an opportunity, his gloved hands are resting on your stomach, rubbing it lovingly as he hugs you from behind.

He even lifts your stomach slightly, holding it as you get a break from the heavy weight. God, it’s heavenly. You almost cry from relief, leaning back into him and murmuring sweet ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s. Dice takes notes after that. And now, he does it every chance he gets. Anything to help you feel better as you get closer and closer to your due date.

And it finally comes.

It happens right in the middle of Dice’s work shift. You’re reading a book in your chambers when you feel it. That dull, throbbing pain in your lower back, then your stomach. At first you think nothing of it, but then it starts to grow. And grow. Until it’s almost unbearable.

Shit. You need Dice. NOW.

You reach for the intercom on your nightstand when you feel something wet leaking down your legs. Fuck.

Your water broke.

A sharp, EXCRUCIATING pain hits your stomach. Fuck the intercom. You scream.

Fortunately for you, you’re loud enough. Dice bursts into the room in seconds, immediately rushing over to you.

“Sweetheart! What’s the matte–”

“The baby! It’s coming!”

That’s all he needs to hear. He quickly scoops you up in his arms, letting you cling onto his waistcoat as he hoists you up against his shoulder, and he’s out the door with you.

He’s running faster than you’ve ever seen him. You honestly didn’t know he could be so athletic when he needed to be. Was he always this in shape? Or was it just the adrenaline?

Oh, FUCK, your stomach hurts. Would you even be able to make it to the clinic? Or would you have your first baby right on the streets of the Isles?

Thankfully, your husband is fast enough.

When you finally arrive at the doctor’s, everything becomes a haze. You can barely comprehend what’s happening around you as you’re set up for birth. The doctor’s voice giving instructions to the nurses, Dice’s hand squeezing yours as his muffled voice soothes sweet reassurances, the fuzzy feeling of your body being moved to position.

All you can focus on is the horrible pain in your abdomen, ripping a scream from your throat with every contraction. You try and work on your breathing, panting heavily as you look at the blurry face of your husband,

It’s all happening so fast, but yet, you feel as if you’ve been waiting way too long. How long has it been? The hospital must have been a long walk. But you got there so quickly, how fast was Dice able to run? It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. It’s hard to breathe. What did the doctor say?

Oh, right. Push.

You squeeze Dice’s hand so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t fall off, letting out an agonized shout as you start pushing. Once. Twice. A third time.

Dice counts every push, helping you control your breathing. He won’t admit it now, but watching you give everything into the birth of your child? It’s the most incredible thing he’ll ever see. You’re so beautiful, covered in sweat and giving painful, yet determined shouts as you get closer and closer to the end.

Another contraction. Another scream from your throat as you push in response. Another voice of direction from the doctor. The cycle repeats.

For what feels like forever.

It hurts. So much. You feel something wet fall down your face from your eyes, but then you feel a gentle, gloved hand wipe it away. You relish the touch, clinging to the comfort it gives you.

After an eternity, you hear a high pitched cry ring through the room. You hear Dice gasp softly beside you, and the clinic staff “aww”ing sweetly. The doctor smiles and congratulates you both.

“It’s a boy!”

A son. You have a son. A beautiful baby boy.

But… you still feel that horrible pressure against your pelvis. Dice notices your pain, and brings it to attention. He’s worried to bits as the doctor re-examines you.

“...Because you aren’t done yet.”

Wait… What?!

Before you can ask what the hell he meant, you’re prompted to push again. And the cycle continues.

What. The. HELL.

Why are you going through this again?! You thought it was over! You already had your baby, and now all you wanted to do was hold it! Was that so much to ask for?

What were you even pushing if you already gave birth? And why does it hurt just as much? Is there a second?!

…Another cry rings through the room. And it’s not your son’s.

“It’s a girl!”

Another baby. A girl. A daughter. You had twins.

It explains everything. The bigger stomach. The extra pain you had dealt with. The reason why you could barely move. There were two babies instead of one.

You’re so happy, you could cry.

You’re exhausted. Your stomach throbs. You can barely see straight. But god dammit, you need to see your babies. To hold them. You fight against your body’s drowsiness, and force your eyes open.

Oh, goodness. The sight brings you to tears.

Dice is sitting beside you. He’s grinning in adoration, softly sobbing as mascara runs down his cheeks. He doesn’t give a damn. His gaze is focused on what he’s holding in his arms…

Two tiny bundles, with tinier heads poking out. The bundle in his left, sound asleep against his bicep, mouth hanging open. The bundle in his right, gazing up at her father with matching bright green eyes, cooing in wonder and curiosity.

What a precious sight.

You sniffle and choke out a sob of your own, squeezing your husband’s hand, reaching weakly for your babies. You want to hold them. Tell them how much you love them. How you’ll protect them.

“H-here, sweetheart. You wanna hold them?”

You nod, smiling in excitement as you cry silently. Dice slowly slips the bundles into your arms. They’re so… precious. They’re perfect. The little boy, an adorable, freckled image of you. And the little girl, a die-headed, spitting image of her father.

They’re beautiful.

You both have done it. You’ve finally started a family. And you’ve been gifted not one, but two precious children to look after. How could it get any better?

Dice watches you, smiling warmly as you both continue to cry. As you kiss your children’s foreheads, he makes a silent promise to himself.

He will never let anything happen to you. To his babies. As long as he lives.

You lock eyes with him, choking out a soft, happy sob as he scoots closer to you, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You feel a couple droplets fall onto your face from his, and laugh softly as they mingle with your own.

“I’m so proud of you, doll. You’re tougher than I could ever be.”

You grin at his words, cradling your now sleeping children as you share a soft, gentle kiss with your husband.

“I love you, my King. And I can’t wait to raise these babies with you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Dice sighs softly in contentment, caressing your cheek with such delicacy and care.

“I love you too, sugar. You and our little ones will never have to worry as long as I’m around. That’s a promise.”

You don’t have to question even for a moment whether or not he’ll keep that promise. The look of pure adoration in his eyes as he watches you and his babies is all you need to see.

He’ll make an excellent father, even though he might not think so. You remember the conversations you’ve had with him, late at night, wondering if he’d be cut out for the task. Whether or not he can provide a safe environment for his children despite being the Devil’s right hand. No one will get to lay a finger on them.

If he ever worries again, you’ll remember this moment, and you’ll remind him of it. You know fully well that he won’t ever let his children get into trouble.

Well… maybe they’ll get into a little trouble. They’re King Dice’s children, after all. But, life is boring without a bit of mischief.

You and your husband lock teary eyes once more, grinning at each other as your children peacefully sleep in your arms. You lock lips, silently promising each other that you will make this work. You can handle two children at once, as long as you both have each other to lean on. And boy…

How wonderful this journey will be.

King Dice x Pregnant!Reader (SHOW)

You’ve always wanted kids. It’s just something you’ve always dreamed of: starting a family with the love of your life and watching your children grow up into fine young people for the world to be proud of.

Fortunately for you, King Dice adores the idea of having a couple munchkins running around the house. He loves to spoil you with his riches as his spouse, but there’s just something about the idea of spending thousands on your future children that gives your husband raging baby fever.

And secretly, he’d be proud to knock you up. You’d look absolutely splendid, carrying his child.

So, you start trying. Every night you can.

It’s like you both have a game plan at the ready. Dice impatiently runs through his show, while you wait for him desperately.

You ride home together, getting a head start on the prep. The drive is excruciatingly long for your tastes, but Dice makes it up to you once you finally make it inside your home.

You have tried and failed. So. Many. Times. It was starting to get emotionally draining for you. Despite Dice’s many assurances, you can’t help but feel like you’re doing something wrong. Or maybe, you just couldn't have kids.

You… really hope that isn’t the case.

Just as you’re about to give up your fantasy, Dice convinces you to try with him one last time.

“It doesn’t hurt to give it at least one more shot, sugar. And if we don’t succeed this time, we’ll stop. I promise.” He winks at you, and a part of you is slightly eager to see what he has in mind. What would be different this time?

In several days, you get your answer.

It starts out in a similar way to the rest of the times you have tried for a baby together. It’s late at night, and you two have just gotten back from Dice’s broadcast. There’s one tiny little thing to consider, however…

The difference? You’re both pent up.

It’s been days since Dice has let you touch him like this. And fuck, you both are desperate to get off. You need each other now. This better be worth it, or you swear, you’ll make him pay for waiting this long.

Your husband leads you to the bedroom, and as soon as he kicks the door closed behind him, you both are tearing your clothes off of each other. Neither of you care about the loud -RIPPP!- that you hear every time one of you gets too impatient. You know you can certainly afford a new top, and he can afford new slacks.

You both are too damn horny to even think about the clothes right now.

Hands desperately running over skin. Wet, hungry kisses pressing over mouths. Tongues wrestling for dominance as Dice shoves you onto the bed and pins you down.

You missed this. You missed him. You had wondered how waiting this long was going to help make a baby. Would there be any difference?

Oh, there would be. You can sense it as soon as Dice presses his tip against your entrance.

Good god, he’s throbbing.

He grins so maliciously at you, you can barely even recognize him. This is nothing like how he was during the previous times you both have had sex. He must be so eager to get off inside of you.

You couldn’t wait to feel it.

“You better brace yourself, pretty thing. You won’t be able to walk for the next week when I’m done with you, you understand?”

Shit, that’s hot. You shudder and nod excitedly, your hands gripping the sheets in tight fistfuls as you prepare yourself for the wildest ride of your life.

“Answer me, pip.”

“YES! Yes, my King, PLEASE! You’ve punished me enough by making me wait this long, so for god’s sakes just FUCK ME!”

“You better watch that kisser of yours, sweetness. If you’re too impatient, I may have to make you wait even longer~.” Dice hisses in warning, teeth gritted tightly as he shoves his cock between your folds.

FUCK, he’s full.

The pain of him suddenly shoving himself inside of you causes you to shout in surprise, but your voice slowly morphs into a moan as you adjust to the feeling of him hitting all the right spots.

He’s slightly stretching you, and you can feel the occasional twitch as he adjusts to your walls hugging his erection. It feels incredible.

Without a word, he starts to move. Hard. You can barely think straight as he starts shoving his dick in and out of you.

Skin slapping against skin. Your loud, desperate moans mixing with his low, concentrated growls to create a symphony of sounds. A symphony only for your ears and his. Man, how lucky you are.

You reach up and wrap your arms around him, hugging yourself tightly against him as he rams his hips into yours. Over, and over again. He’s addicting. Intoxicating. You don’t know how you’d ever survive without him.

You want to do everything with him. You want him to plant his seed into you and sprout a baby for you both to take care of. Together. As a couple. A family.

And, you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the way it feels to be completely loaded with his cum. To be bred by him. To feel his fluids reach your womb, providing your abdomen with a comfortable, addicting warmth that no blanket can provide.

And Dice? God, he loves it.

He loves the way your jaw goes slack at the feeling of him pounding into you. He loves the way your nails dig into his flesh when you reach up and wrap your arms around him. He adores every moan, whimper, and whine you let out as he fucks you into oblivion. God, even thinking about it gets him hard.

You’re the only one he deems worthy of having his kid. He enjoys the privilege of being able to choose whoever he wants, the freedom to have such high standards. He enjoys the fact that those high standards can be met. With you.

No other broad or bastard deserves the luxury of carrying his baby. His flesh and blood. No one else… only the best for his future child. Only the best for him. You are the best. You are the only one deserving of his love. His praise. His seed.

And god, he has a lot waiting to explode inside of you, to stuff you so full it hurts. Surely, he’s got enough to successfully knock you up. After all this waiting, he better, or he might just go crazy. He needs to see you walking around with a baby bump, carrying his kid.

FUCK, the mental image of it drives him crazy.

He’s silent. He doesn’t say a word, he’s way too concentrated on his task. He just grits his teeth, hugging you so tightly against him it knocks the breath out of your chest as he desperately rams into you, chasing after his release.

It hurts. It feels amazing. God, it hurts so good. He’s squeezing you so tightly you can barely breathe. He’s crushing you. You’re almost surprised. How much does he work out?

A loud growl of pleasure greets your ears, followed by the familiar, overwhelming feeling of warmth exploding inside your pussy, trailing up to your stomach. Shit, he didn’t even warn you.

The unexpectedness of the whole thing causes you to cum as well, and you let out a high pitched cry as you throw your head back, your walls tightening around his cock as you cover it with your own seed. There’s so much it drips down your inner thighs, but you know it doesn’t hold a candle to how much Dice filled you with.

Your stomach already has a miniature bump just from how much he stuffed you. And while to you it’s a fond, almost amusing sight, to your husband? It almost makes him release a second time.

If you look like that when you’re pregnant, he might just go insane.

Both of you are almost afraid to move, clinging to each other tightly as you ride out the high. Your body heat combines with his, and the atmosphere is almost suffocating, but you don’t care. You want to be as close to him as possible. You want him to stay inside you as long as he can.

Thankfully for you, he’s not moving any time soon.

You both lay down, with Dice laying over top of you, his arms still tightly embracing you. He’s so warm, so comfortable… you don’t want him to move, even if he’s hot and sweaty.

Dice doesn’t want to move either. His cock feels so fucking good inside of you, keeping all his fluids in your womb. Every last drop. This is sure to get you knocked up, it has to.

“Al..Alright, sugar… if this doesn’t work, we’ll stop trying so much…” he pants, smirking a little as he traces your shoulder blade with his finger.

“But I’m confident that this will do the trick. I’m betting on it~”

You breathe out a soft, gentle laugh in reply, your hands resting over his back.

“I hope so, honey… I really do.”

Your last shot. This is your last shot, before you both agree to give up on trying. You are desperate for this to work, you need it to.

Fortunately, you both eventually get what you want.

Realization hits you the fifth day you’re kneeling over the toilet, losing the previous night’s dinner. It’s the fifth day in a row that you’ve been sick like this.

On top of that, you’ve been having the weirdest cravings, mood swings left and right, and you’ve even missed a couple of your husband’s show nights because you barely have any energy.

And, of course… you’ve missed your period.

Oh, shit. It worked.

Dice knocked you up.

You smile to yourself, overjoyed at your discovery. This is perfect! You and Dice have been waiting for this, and now, you both will finally get to reap the reward of having a baby. Something you both have been wanting forever.

Oh, you can’t wait to tell Dice.

But you can’t just spill the beans now, and spoil the surprise. No… this needs to be special. It’s your first child! You don’t want that announcement to be in the bathroom, where you tell him after you’ve just lost last night’s dinner.

Speaking of which…

You hear the soft patter of footsteps as the light in the bathroom switches on, and your husband is kneeling behind you, softly rubbing your back.

“You poor thing… I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, pumpkin.” he coos quietly, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses onto the back of your shoulder. “Just let it all out, honey.”

The way he holds you, embracing you as you lean back against the wall? It’s so tempting to let him know he’s going to be a father. To make him happy, rather than concerned. But no. You need to wait. Just a little longer…

You rest your head against his chest, taking comfort in his fresh, smoky scent. His heartbeat. His warmth. His security. God, he’s everything to you.

“I’ll tell you what, doll. You stay here tonight, alright? Get some rest for me, don’t worry about the show. And tomorrow, if you’re still feeling icky, we’ll catch a cab to the clinic, alright?”

Well… you can’t wait that long.

Luckily, your brain comes up with a brilliant idea. The perfect surprise, now that your partner expects you to stay home. You smile slightly as he scoops you up, carrying you back to bed and tucking you in.

He bids you goodbye with a loving kiss to your forehead and his signature smile before heading out to get ready for the day ahead of him.

Meanwhile, you make up a plan for how you want to break the good news. Obviously, you’re gonna show up to his show, since he doesn’t expect it. Maybe bring some food? Or chocolates? Wine? No, you can’t drink alcohol now, that won’t be right.

Wait… that’s it.

You’ve got a plan.

~

“And that’s all for tonight, folks! Many thanks for coming out, hope you enjoyed the show. Take care~” with a blow kiss and his signature dance, Dice struts off the stage, happy to finally be over with a long night at the show.

Weekend bashes… how he hates them. Slimy little bastards wanting to touch him, making those awful grabby hands. Two contestants a night is hard enough. But four? That’s pushing it.

Once he’s out of the public eye, he sighs as his face drops, and he rubs his eyes in exhaustion as he trudges over to his dressing room. He just wants to go home to check on you, and make sure you’re alright.

And maybe, if you’re up for it, you both would have a little fun… no, no. That’s pushing it. He expects you to be resting, as he told you to.

What he doesn’t expect is to see you seated perfectly on his couch, a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and two piping hot plates of food in hand.

Well, this is a surprise.

“Oh! You came, sweetheart? I thought I told you to rest! What are you doing here?” Dice says worriedly as he approaches you, not minding the gifts you brought him. He couldn’t care less about them right now.

“I did rest, for a while… but I just couldn’t stay away. I know today was extra long for you, so I wanted to surprise you with something sweet. As a reward, for getting through the weekend bash. Now come, have some wine.”

Too enticed to argue, Dice takes a seat next to you, and accepts your offering glass. He swirls the drink in his hand slightly before taking a soft sip, smiling warmly at the sweet taste before glancing over at you as you eat, noticing that you don’t have a glass of your own.

“Here, my love. Would you like some of mine?”

There it is. You smile, smoothly shake your head, and meet his eyes.

“No thank you, honey. No wine for me for a while, as it wouldn’t be good for the baby.”

Dice nods in understanding, breaking his gaze to take another sip, when your words finally register in his mind. He freezes in place, the wine glass slipping from his shaky fingers and shattering on the floor.

He doesn’t care. He didn’t even hear it. He doesn’t feel his shoes getting wet from the spill. His thoughts are clinging to what you’ve just told him.

“Y-you… you what? You’re…”

You chuckle softly at his speechlessness, leaning over and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips, tasting the wine leftover from his first sip.

“That’s right, baby, I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a daddy.”

“...I’m…We’re…” Dice shakes his head, embracing you tightly. You feel his shoulders shaking slightly as he buries his face into you, something wet starting to seep into your top. Before you can ask him what’s the matter, he finally gets his words together.

“Babydoll, please tell me you aren’t joking.” he grabs your shoulders, lifting his head up to look at you, dark streaks of mascara running down his face. “You mean it? We’re gonna have a baby?”

The shaky hopefulness in his voice is what gets you. You choke out a small sob of your own, excitedly nodding as you cup his face, gently wiping away the streaks. Fresh tears replace them.

Neither of you move the rest of the time. The food you brought gets cold, and the wine on the ground will surely stain the floor, but neither of you give a damn. You’re gonna have a baby.

A wonderful child who you can teach right from wrong. Who Dice can teach how to dance, and sing. You want this more than anything, and you’re overjoyed to finally have it. You can’t wait to share sleepless nights with your husband, tending to your baby’s needs. You want to see your little toddler chase Dice playfully around the house, or even backstage during his show. Maybe one day, the child will want to be just like their father, and become a star. Or, they might want an entirely new job of their own.

Either way, you and your lover are fully prepared to support your baby in whatever direction they choose to go. And by god, you can’t wait to see the fine young person they become.

The pregnancy itself is… rather rough. You didn't expect to get such a big belly, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t upset you at least a little, especially with your mood swings. You feel fat. Lazy. Ugly. And god, it hurts.

It hurts to do anything. You’re in constant pain, and there’s very little you or Dice can do about it. But the worst thing is, how confusing that pain is. One minute, you’re so hungry you could eat a horse, but after two bites of a meal you can’t eat anymore or you won’t be able to keep it down. Your back throbs because you haven’t moved in a while, but the moment you try to, your body screams in agony.

It’s enough to bring you to tears. Constantly. Especially when you reach the point where you can’t even muster the energy to attend Dice’s shows. The radio just isn’t enough to satisfy your clinginess. And he’s gone, all day. You only see him through the show recordings, and the gifts he leaves you every day before he goes to work. It’s not enough. You don’t want gifts, or notes, or phone calls. You don’t want to cling to the radio just to hear his voice singing through the house.

You want to see him.

And you bring the topic up when you finally get the chance to see him, when he comes home and you’re awake. You lament your feelings, your pain, and your problems to him. As the conversation carries on, you end up a sobbing heap on his shoulder, clinging to him desperately, your large stomach pressed against his side. You’re hurting. Horribly.

And your pain breaks Dice’s heart. Shatters it, even. He hates seeing you cry, especially when what you’re doing is remarkable. How could you say such awful things about yourself when you’re carrying your child? His child?

His arms wrap around you and hug you tightly against him, and you cry into his shoulder as he massages your back. It takes away some of your pain, but it’s just. Not. Enough.

You both stay like that for a while, Dice allowing you to slowly calm down before he tilts your chin up, making you look him in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been home to take care of you, sweetheart… I can’t even imagine how much pain you must be in. But it shatters me to my core to hear you say all these dreadful things about yourself. You are not ugly, or fat, or lazy. You’re pregnant. And that is a beautiful thing, doll. You should be proud of that, not ashamed of it.”

You sniffle and blink at his words, looking down in thought. He… wasn’t ashamed of you? Well, that’s comforting, but it doesn’t fix your problem… you miss him. You can’t keep going on like this, not seeing him face to face. You wish you could be there with him, so you don’t have to keep clinging to the radio.

Fortunately, Dice has a solution for that as well.

“Sweetheart… Come with me tomorrow.”

Wait, what? But that would kill your poor feet, doing all of that walking just to return home at the end of the day. Would you even be able to make it–

“We’ll live at the theater.”

…What?

“I’ll come back home to get whatever you need, or want. Whenever you need it. But from now until your delivery, we’ll live in the theater. My dressing room is large enough. That way, you’ll be able to rest up, and you’ll see me much more than you have been. And, I can still fulfill my duties while keeping a close eye on you. How does that sound?”

Well, it sounds rough. Messy. It sounds like it’ll be a hard adjustment. It sounds…

It sounds perfect.

You want this. You want to live in that theater with him, sleeping on his large couch while he naps in his chair beside you. You want to watch him get dolled up every evening. You want to watch him from backstage, sitting in a chair so your back doesn’t give out. Oh, it sounds wonderful.

“Please, my King. Let’s do it. Let’s live at the theater.”

It’s settled then. The next day, Dice walks into his show building with you curled up in his arms, bags hanging on his shoulders. He sets you up comfortably on the couch, and that’s your new life from then on.

It’s perfect. Being able to laugh with him as he complains about makeup, and bosses around his faithful cards. Letting him hug you from behind and rub your large baby bump, enjoying how many times the baby kicks against his hands.

You watch him perform from backstage, hugging the curtain to keep you steady. You cling to every wink he sneaks your way as his contestants make their way through his little game. It’s a splendid little routine you both have made for one another. And god, does it make your pregnancy so much easier to handle. Now, you have him. Face to face. You have his voice, his looks, his touches, and all the kisses you could ever want.

And finally…

It happens. To the unluckiness of you and your husband, right in the middle of his show. With his first contestant. Shit.

You don’t want to ruin things for him, especially when he’s on a hot streak, and his boss is so very happy. You don’t want that taken away from him. So, you wait. You keep it hidden from him as long as possible, sending him strained smiles of encouragement as your stomach contracts.

Your fist clutches the curtains as contraction after contraction hits you, each one becoming closer and closer together. No. No. Not now. Please. Just a little longer…

“We’ll be right back~” You watch your husband wink and point towards his audience, his suave voice prompting excited cheers from his fans as he struts off stage. He turns to you with a smile, but once he sees your condition, he’s immediately all over you.

“Doll, what’s the matter? You look like you’re about to pop! Please, sit down.”

He snaps his fingers, and one of his cards quickly brings over a chair for you, another one following with a glass of water.

You take a sip as you sit, trying to brush it off, when another HORRIBLE stabbing pain spasms through your stomach. Except this time…

Something clear and wet leaks down your thighs, spilling onto the floor beneath you.

Fuck.

“Shit, Dice, I can’t hide it anymore. The baby is coming.”

“What?! Fuck! I- Okay, alright, no need to panic. Come on doll, let’s catch a ride to the hospital.”

You nod and move with his guidance to get up, when you feel your insides start to tighten. Quickly. Oh, god, you’re much too late. You should have gotten his attention from the get go.

You won’t make it to the clinic in time.

“Dice-! It’s too late! We won’t make it, this baby is coming now!”

“What are you saying, doll? Are you really gonna give birth in the theater?!”

“YES, DICE! FOR GOD’S SAKE!” You shout, gritting your teeth as you clutch onto him. “We’re out of time! Just call the doctor!”

Dice looks at you in surprise for a moment before nodding, gesturing for one of his cards to get the doctor on the phone while he gets you back to the dressing room. Fuck the show. The audience can wait.

The only thing you can focus on is the excruciating pain you’re in, as your husband carries you onto the couch, setting you up and allowing you to squeeze his hand. Your soaking bottoms come off, and he covers you with a couple warm blankets as he rushes to the phone.

You clutch the sheets tightly, your eyes squeezing shut as you focus on your breathing. It fucking hurts. This is easily the worst pain you’ve ever been in. You feel like your insides are about to burst. So much so, that a scream rips from your throat.

Dice is back in seconds, looming above you, smoothing your hair back and murmuring comforting praises to you. You clutch his hand, looking him dead in the eyes. You’re both out of time. The baby is coming. Now.

“Dice…”

“The doctor is on his way, sweetness. Do you think you can-”

“Dice, you need to catch this child.”

“I… What?”

“It needs to be you. The doctor won’t make it. It’s happening. Now.”

Dice looks at you in shock, staying frozen for several moments, until your shouts snap him out of his daze.

“Dice, NOW!”

He springs into action, coming around to your front, helping you spread your legs. Holy shit, is this really happening?

You scream in agony as your body lurches on its own, and you start to push. Over. And over. Yes, yes it is.

With one free hand, Dice nervously keeps you steady as you go through the process, encouraging you and allowing you to continue holding his other hand.

Then, he goes silent.

First, the head. Then, the shoulders. With one final scream and a push, you deliver your child, right into Dice’s hand. It's a boy.

To say he’s in awe is… an understatement. He doesn’t have the words. This small, beautiful baby is… it’s his.

You just had his child. He’s a father.

Another scream interrupts his thoughts, and he looks up at you, confused and slightly alarmed at your pained expression.

“Darlin’? What’s going–”

Before you both can process what’s happening, the doctor steps in, and examines the situation. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on, and he directs Dice to hand him the child in his arms.

“You’re having twins, sir. I’d assume you’d like to help your spouse with the second child as well?”

“...” Two. Two babies. You and Dice are having two babies. You both look at each other, your desperate eyes boring into his already nervous ones.

How can he say no to that look? He’s already helped you with one child, how could he say no to helping with the other?

“Alright, sugar. Are you ready?”

A scream and another push is your reply. Guess that’s a yes.

Another few rounds of pushing ensues while the doctor takes care of the first child. Dice finds it in him to keep you steady and focused, while losing his cool himself. But eventually, baby number two is crying in his arms. And this one is a girl.

A boy, and a girl. What are the odds of that?

Dice hands off the second child to the doctor with shaking hands, taking the first one back in his arms, now that he’s been wrapped comfortably with a couple baby blankets.

He looks just like you.

You lay back, sweating bullets, trying desperately to catch your breath. Your mind is fuzzy, your vision spotted. What the hell did you just…

You slowly come back to reality, and by the time you do, Dice is seated beside you, tears streaming down his cheeks as he grins down at your cooing children. Your heart throbs in want, and you find yourself reaching for them.

Dice looks down at you and smiles, planting a soft kiss to your forehead as he hands you the tiny bundles of joy. The girl, a small, white die cube headed baby decorated with striking green eyes and purple pips, coos happily towards you and squishes your face.

The little boy, with your matching eyes and purple freckles to match his father, giggles in delight.

Oh, how precious.

You and your husband share a soft, tender gaze with each other, getting lost in one another’s eyes. You find the insecurity and worry amongst the overwhelming joy in those bright greens of his, and lean up to kiss him. When you lock your lips with his, you mumble quiet reassurances into his mouth, promising that he will make an amazing father.

And you’re not just spitting bullshit to make him feel better. For god’s sake, when you were running out of time, he found it in him to step up and help you deliver your babies. Both of them.

He gave you everything you needed when you were in pain. When you needed him, he was there. The whole time. And judging by the way he’s looking at your children, you know damn well he’ll do the same for them. In a heartbeat.

You can’t wait to see what he’ll do with them. You can’t wait to watch him dance with them, singing sweet jazz melodies to them as he takes care of the housework when you’re too exhausted. To watch him blow all your savings on ridiculous clothes for them, insisting that his babies will not be seen in anything less than perfection.

You can’t wait to see him dry their tears. To see him encourage their laughter. To show them how to protect themselves from the dangerous world. To teach them how to attract a room, and get everyone to break their backs to meet their demands.

You both have a long run ahead of you, but you know that it will be the best damned thing you both will ever do.

You both will finally get to enjoy what a family can bring.

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I hope you guys enjoyed these!! If you want more content with the kids involved, let me know. I'd love to make more with them if you guys are interested. But for now, I leave all the interpretations up to you. Please enjoy these, this one is so long it literally made my phone lag LMAO

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello!! I just wanted to say that I love your writing 😭😭 if you're still taking requests (your bio and pinned post said different things, I'm very sorry if they're closed!) could I humbly request fluff hcs for King Dice and a cupid type of reader, so it's a more forbidden love with the whole demon/angel pairing? Thank you for taking the time to read this!

A/N: Hough… this was a really fun prompt to work with! Sorry for the wait, Anon! I hope that you enjoy this batch, and if not, don’t feel free to shoot me a message if you’d ever want me to redo it! (; ω ; )

Also, I wasn’t particularly sure if you were going for the shorter/cherub-sized cupid variety, so I sprinkled in a few hcs that included that variety! Again, just shoot me a message if you want me to change anything!

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                         “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, angelface?”

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King Dice x Cupid! Reader: 

King Dice wasn’t one to believe in fate. Nor did he consider himself a religious man. The irony that a sinner like him managed to net someone as sweet as you– a literal angel– is not at all lost on him. 

Given the Devil’s disdain for Heaven and its residents, King Dice takes great care to make sure your relationship remains a secret from him. While you can never visit him at work, King Dice sneaks out to visit you whenever he can. 

The two of you often meet up in the streets of Inkwell Isle III! He’ll often take you out to café dates or visit the theater house! 

Since he's unable to see you in person as much as he wants to, King Dice makes up for his absence with letters. He'll pay top dollar to ensure his letters arrive safely and discreetly in an unmarked envelope; the wax seal bearing the sign of a crown and the paper holding the faint scent of cologne serving as his calling card.

Said letters are filled with a variety of contents. Some filled with the mundane such as his daily life and plans for the casino. Others filled with a tinge of melancholy as he laments as he can't see you as much. Most of them, however, never forget how grateful he is to have you.

Though Dice would tout himself as a man above such cliches, he has a plethora of angel-related pet names for you: dove, angelcake, cherub, etc. A few others he uses, though a bit more rare, are cheri and mon ange. It’s been a long time since he spoke any creole, but he’ll slip into it when he’s feeling particularly affectionate. Luckily for you, you have a knack for drawing out the sweeter side of him~

Speaking of, you’re probably one of the few people on Inkwell who can draw out a nicer side to Dice. His line of work never allowed for such behavior– lest you want to be taken advantage of.  With you, Dice didn’t feel the need to be on edge; he feels completely safe around you. 

In all of his years of servitude beneath the Devil, King Dice developed an aversion to most flying things. You have to thank the imps for that one, by the way. Their erratic, rowdy behavior was already bad enough. Couple this with their sudden dive bombs and frantic movements, it’s enough to activate his flight or fight response.

However, he can make an exception for you. There’s a delicate air to your wings, the feathers downy soft and small like a baby bird; a far cry from the leathery, vein-filled membrane he’s used to seeing.  It’s enough to stoke the urge to run a finger along the ivory arch of them– if you’d let him that is. 

Please try to take him under your wing– literally. He finds it adorable when you try to keep him cool and comfort him by wrapping your wings around him~

If you’re small and short like the imps of hell, chances are King Dice will consistently tease you for it. He’ll scoop you up and carry you around, even if you shriek in protest; he’ll jokingly offer to dress you up like a porcelain doll; he’ll even call you “baby bird” since you’re so small. 

The height difference is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, King Dice can’t help but feel protective over your smaller stature– not to mention it’s hilarious getting to use you as an elbow rest. On the other hand, it’s a lot harder to kiss you… 

Guess he’ll just have to pick you up~

If you ever want to try and get your way, just bat those baby-doll eyes of yours. King Dice can’t resist and he’s quick to cave. You’re lucky you’re too cute for him to say no. 

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[hypmicdaydreams]

valentine’s day 💕 pt. 2 (fling posse and matenrou)

-pairings: fling posse x gn!reader, matenrou x gn!reader (individual)

-genre: fluff

ramuda

oh, he definitely acts super duper excited and stoked, probably shamelessly teases you as well

i mean, ramuda of course knows the date (besides that it was his birthday as well). it’s valentine’s day! there’s only one thing your chocolates could mean, even if they were only obligatory

as much as a front he puts up, which does include him teasing you about the chocolates, i’m sure ramuda would be touched. it’s a sweet gesture, especially to someone like him, who isn’t even human in the first place

his heart beats irregularly at the thought: a malfunction. they’re palpitations, and ramuda isn’t entirely fond of it and how strange they feel. but still, he doesn’t completely hate them. they’re…nice, to an extent

and he loves loves loves sweets, so the chocolates are obviously to his taste. they’re sweet and melty, just the way he liked them

you may not know it, but the chocolates are definitely something ramuda holds dear. he doesn’t feel entirely purposeless, i suppose

gentaro

he’s a mess inside, for sure

externally, this man puts up an act and probably re-enacts an entire soliloquy or something when you gift him the chocolates. he likes teasing you after all — it’s much too fun

but, i can see gentaro lose his composure internally. i mean, he wasn’t entirely expecting chocolates on valentine’s, so they come as a surprise

he’ll admit it — he got a little flustered. it was cute, how you thought of him, and i’m almost certain he keeps the chocolate box as a keepsake (the chocolates themselves were great too, or maybe that was his tinted senses talking)

he’ll probably have to confess or something soon. or he hopes you do instead. either way, gentaro doesn’t think that these feelings were entirely lies

dice

he, uh, doesn’t think much of it. not in the moment, at least

dice breaks out into a large grin, the brightest you possibly have seen, when you give him the chocolates; it’s adorable, actually, and dice is incessantly thanking you

devours the entire thing right away, saying how good the chocolates were. they were his absolute favorite! more so if you made them yourself. they were the tastiest thing he’s had all week

it doesn’t hit him until much much later that it was, well, valentine’s day and your chocolates surely meant something (and even then, one of his teammates probably had to point it out to him)

and it surely makes his heart flutter! he can’t help but grin, to love all those feelings that have piled up. he feels full to bursting, but it’s how he likes it

oh, he’s definitely going to get something for you for white day..if he’s able to save up the money, that is

jakurai

bewildered, possibly. he hasn’t received much chocolate on the day before, especially as of late (perhaps he had when he was still a student), so he’s amused

i mean, he’s certainly appreciative! makes a point to graciously thank you for the kind thought and gift. but oh man jakurai isn’t entirely sure what to do afterward

like, he adores it, obviously. he’ll try to enjoy the whole thing since you had given him it; and he thinks it’s cute that you got him chocolate, obligatory or not

but other than that? he’s in a predicament. jakurai knows this means he’ll have to get you something for white day, but it meant more than that too

it felt good, to receive chocolate from you on valentine’s. jakurai can’t help but smile each time he looks at the box. it was a really sweet gesture, and he wasn’t sure why it felt bigger than it seemed

he’ll definitely have to ponder about himself and you more

hifumi

giddy, happy. he’s definitely excited

i’m sure he gets tons of chocolates each year, probably at the host club. but it definitely does still feel different when you give him one as well

of course, if he’s in host mode, he pulls his sweet talk and flirts. it’s a cute gesture, he says, and even kisses your hand. if he’s not, or when he gets out of host mode, hifumi has a large, bright grin

mm, he can’t hold it in. the adrenaline courses throughout, on a dopamine high. the way his heart flutters probably isn’t all too good, but it certainly feels great. it’s almost like a sugar rush with how energetic he gets

he feels good, and the chocolate tastes good. hifumi’s satisfied, especially since it was you. it’s definitely a moment he will cherish close to his heart

(prob goes all out on white day too, so be prepared..)

doppo

he shouldn’t be too surprised i mean, but he still is when it comes to you

doppo does assume it’s obligatory, especially since that’s what all the coworkers were giving to them in the office that day. he’s gotten his fair share of obligatory chocolate, of course; but still, yours has him feeling some type of way

he’s flustered and all over the place honestly. he does freak out a bit, thanking you endlessly and saying you shouldn’t have gone out of your way. but he still feels too good inside

doppo isn’t entirely sure what he feels towards you (was it a crush? he didn’t have time for those..), but for some reason, he can’t stop thinking about the entire gesture. he keeps staring back at the chocolate, feeling too warm each time

his heart beats feel rejuvenated, more lively, with the way it skips a beat. he can’t help his small smile. and despite how muddled his mind felt, doppo couldn’t help but feel at ease

he feels much better that day. it wasn’t all that bad of a work day, he supposed

[adoc-fic]

Art of my fic, A Deck of Cards.

[froggo-is-here]

OK OK SO IMAGINE YOUR IN HELLFIRE CLUB AND DO A SECRET SANTA FOR CHRISTMAS AND EDDIE GETS YOU AND HE GIVES YOU THESE:

(picture found on Pinterest)

[random-idiot-writer]

Kokichi's backstory

These are all headcanons honestly but i wanted to put things together

Kokichi was a shy and timid, small child. He never had the advantage of height and was always deemed shorter than his peers. Due to those factors, he gained many bullies at the school he went to. Not only was his body more petite in comparison to everyone else's, but kokochi also lacked the confidence and social skills to tell anyone, making him the prime target.

Yet at home, Kokochi knew how to act perfectly fine. He put on a mask of happiness and childishness at home, and knew how to control himself and his expressions.

Kokichi had always lied about everything at school being well. His parents favored his older brother very much, from the way he had amazing grades, to the way his appearance was careful manners torwards everyone. His parents held many expectations of his brother, and needless to say, the two siblings were nothing alike. Bad grades, a sloppy appearance, kokichi was the opposite of his brother.

His brother was the perfect child. Kokichi was the dissapointment.

Yet kokichi hand never minded that fact, because despite everything, he and his brother's relationship had remained close, and he held a deep admiration for his older sibling. He didn't want to cause anyone troubke by mentioning the bullying at school, so he lied about his bullies to everyone.

His brother was always studying for his grades at home whenever he could, sometimes under the order of his parents. Yet not once had kokichi seen his brother unhappy about his situation, or show any signs of disobedience torwards his parents. His mannerism alwys remained completely composed. He had little free time, but kokichi always treasured every last moment they spent together while his brother was free. He could act as himself with his brother, and they knew each other the best.

Sometimes when having nightmares, he would sneak in his brother's room and snuggle with him under his blanket. His brother locked the room, knowing kokichi had the ability to pick locks. Both of them never told their parents about their midnight talks. His brother was one of his only sources of comfort.

In his scarce free time, kokichi would notice that his brother disapears from the house for a few hours. This dissapearance became more frequent, and the hours spent took longer. Kokichi decided that he would follow his brother next time, out of curiosity of what he was up to.

The revelation hit kokochi like a truck. His brother was secretly in a small gang that was pretty well known in the area as "DICE". The gang consists of several orphans and were extremely strict in that manner. His brother was one of them. kokochi watched them converse, using slangs and swear words. He watched as his brother gulped down alchohol and laughed at vulgar jokes. He was using a fake name, and lying about being a single child orphan like the rest them.

So this was his brother. Well, it was only natural that someone with so much pressure would be seeking escape from their harsh reality.

Yet kokichi could not help but feel a sense of dissapointemnt in his chest. His admiration for his brother wlowly dissapated as he watched his brother's other personality.

The truth.

This was the part of his brother that he hid from kokichi underneath the facade of etiquette. This was the truth underneath his brother's lies. Kokichi wished he had not discovered the truth, that he could have led to believe his charming and perfect older brother, his model, his inspiration.

He knew that it had all changed. He couldnt hold on to his beliefs anymore, and knew he had to face the cold, harsh reality of his brother.

It was ironic. His brother was lying to everyone about his personality to keep his life, while kokichi was lying about his life to keep his personality. Although brothers, they were so similar despite their many differences. Well, they were siblings afterall.

Kokichi was so fixated on his brother that he had not notice one of the other members creeping up from behind. The member pulled on kokochi's hair unsuspectingly, and dragged kokichi to the gang as kokichi tried to pull free frpm that member's grasp futilely.

As kokichi was brought in closer, his pale, purple hued eyes met his brother's, and both of their eyes exchanged several anxious messages within that wuick glance. His brother' expression was equivalent to a shocked, horrified expression, while kokichi was sure that he could not help but portray a terrified, anxious one. But another member broke that contact between them before they had the chance to exchange words.

"Wow, whos this little guy?" She jeered at him.

This felt exactky like it had in school. Where everyone taller had picked on him because of his small frame. He felt like a small, powerless sheep in the territory of lions. Kokichi was, of course, terrified. Yet he could not let that fear show on his face. Not now.

He was best at controlling his emotions, afterall. It was one of the only things kokichi could do right. He calmed his nerves as he put on yet another performance.

"Kokichi Ouma's my name! And if you couldnt tell, I'm his brother."

The brother he was too ashamed to be honest about.

His brother always expressed to kokichi that he was proud of him no matter what, and would always be with him, even if their parents werent. He had always told kokichi that he would never be ashamed of him, and that he wasnt a dissapointment. His brother called kokichi his pride and joy, which kokichi still remember and held onto until today,

Well that was obviously a lie too.

Kokichi felt their gaze shift onto the person he was pointing to, who became increasingly horrified as they each turned their heads torwards him. His brother.

It was a taunt, directed torwards his brother. Kokichi's pent up emotions and anger torwards his brother led him to this action, before he realized the gravity of what he just did.

"You lied to us..?"

"Why?!"

Kokichi felt the tension rise as the anger of the members were directed at his brother. And he was the cause of it.

Before he knew it, everything escalated faster than he could react. A fight broke out among the members and he watched his perfect brother get beaten as he had i school. Before he knew it, his fragile and beaten brother was in his arms, and kokichi was handed a gun by one of the members.

"Shoot him and you live."

Those words echoed through his head.

"Only you can get out of here alive. Do it."

He was in a gang. Notorious for their cruelty. That was what they were famous for.

Shakily, kokichi brought the gun to his brother's head.

What else was he supposed to do? They would never let his brother escape, and he would die if he didnt kill his brother.

Kokichi brought his fingers to the trigger. Is this it? He's going to murder his own brother right here at the moment, just to save himself.

No. Kokichi never wanted his outcome. If these were the consequences of his actions, kokichi would much rather bring himself to be the one punished for his own actions. "I-I can't-" kokichi started, before his brother Grabbed his hand with the trigger.

"You're still my pride and joy." His brother gave one last smile before pulling the trigger.

Pink blood splattered all over kokichi as he watched his brother's life fade right before him.

His brother's blood.

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When kokichi arrived back home, it was past midnight. He caught the sight of his parents waiting in front of the doorway. Probably for his brother.

Well, they should be prepared to wait forever.

"WHERE IS HE?!" His mother grasped kokichi's sholder, squeezing it hard.

Ow.

"ANSWER ME!! WHERE IS MY BABY BOY??"

Not here, apperently.

Kokichi couldn't raise his head to face them. He couldn't stand to lie anymore. Not after everything that happened.

But what would his brother's death had been for, then?

His brother wasted his entire life, trying to be perfect. Trying to make their parents happy.

All that time spent for something so insignificant. His brother was reaching for the top when nothing was up there.

"He's dead."

Hesitantly, kokichi brought his eyes up to face his parents. He saw their mortified faces. It was the truth that shocked them the most. The truth ended up harming them more than both pf their lies.

kokichi walked away from his parents after he revealed those words to them. He walked away from his home.

The gang was quite suprised to see kokichi show up there, after finally letting him off. And quite displeased at the fresh memories he brought them too. But it doesnt matter. Kokichi wanted revenge.

Kokichi said he had killed his parents to the gang, which was true. He killed their morality and life ashuman beings after he announced the sudden news. And he never intended on going back to their graves.

He challenged the leader of the gang to a competition of leadership. The knife game. He won the game and became the leader of the gang. The leader of devils. The leader of evil.

After his ruling, he orchestrated many harmless pranks, dialing down the cruelty. The gang became more known as fun jokesters instead. He learned the lives and personalities of each 9 members and they grew closer after their reluctant hatred torwards one another in the beginning, He earned all their trust, and they became the family he always wanted.

The end

[triple-pupil]

Based of conversations with @doodzoodz.

[00127am]

ACE OF HEARTS : the beginning of a new relationship

@ rollthedice detective chittapon leechaiyapornkyul can't seem to beat you, the vision casino's own high roller, at any game of cards (or any odds of gambling for that matter). but he can stop your repeated attempts to rob the vision's vault. ⤷ word count 769

🂱 🂱 🂱

“Three of spades,” you muse, half lidded eyes flickering to your opponent, “Unlucky hand,” 

Ten laughs, leaning down onto the table and returning your gaze with a ducked, sly countenance. Slim fingers beckon for another card before resuming the repetitive tapping onto the board in amusement, fingernails skating just centimeters from yours in practiced precision. There’s an underlying sense of entertainment dripping from the full of his irises as he drinks in your appearance, cigarette hanging loosely from upturned lips. He takes a drag of it before flashing you an arrogant smile, nimble fingers teasing the edge of the card before he flips it up and places it face down-- smoke slipping out from fanged canines. “You really think so?” 

“I do,” you purr, nodding your head for the house to place another card in your square, “You’re an unlucky man when it comes to baccarat, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkyul,” 

A shiver slithers up his spine when you say his name, syllables falling off your tongue in sweet intonations as thick as honey. There’s a crack in his cocky composure, a heart which beats three times fast with each stolen glance at your stained lips. He falls back into his seat, appearing indifferent to your antics but you know better. You have Ten Lee wrapped around your finger. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, once more looking towards your elegant frame. “I know the outcome of this game better than you do,” 

It’s your turn to laugh as you gesture for the house to flip the cards. She does, supplying Ten with a total value of eight points. A complete win. The private eye can’t hide his victorious grin as the crowd around you cheers at the five of hearts, pushing his shoulders and ruffling his hair encouragingly as if some of his luck will rub off on them. He’s expecting to watch your face fall in humiliation, perhaps have the pleasure of seeing your cheeks burn with color before you bury your expression in your hands. To have you tilt your jaw away from him and slide over the money. To hear you admit defeat from those ever-tempting cherry red lips. But you don’t falter in your nonchalant frame and the confident pass of your countenance. In fact, you seem apathetic. As if there's any possibility at all that you can score higher than him.

You can’t. It’s impossible. The chances of you pulling an ace from the deck to score a total value of nine points are ridiculous. A one in one hundred. You won’t be able to, can’t. Ten has calculated the odds. The next ace wouldn’t show up until seven plays later. There’s absolutely no reason for your cheshire grin, but you remain conquerous in expression. As if you could possibly know what the play will be. The house flips your card. 

For Ten Lee’s cunning to fail him is a one in a million chance, no, billion. There’s very seldom a time and place in which the detective feels as if a rug has been pulled from underneath him. Wide eyed and slack jawed. Because Ten ran the cards, he ran the plays, he ran the jitter and jerk of your fingers, every hint of a smile or frown, every movement of the cards and cower in your stature, every fluctuation of your tone. There is no way in which you should have won a game as predictable as baccarat. Yet, you did. 

The Ace of Hearts lays heavy against the table. 

In all of his confusion, you manage to steal the cigarette from his dwindling fingers-- raising it to your lips and taking a slow drag. You exhale, blowing the smoke into his face as you thumb through your newly earned cash (three fourths of which came directly from Ten’s own silk-lined pockets). There’s a mischievous hint in your eyes as you stick the cigarette back in between his lips, tongue snaking over your lipstick as if to relish the taste. If he weren’t so irritated at his failure, the private eye might have kissed you then and there gulped (‘heat of the moment’ he concludes when thinking back, after all Ten Lee could never like someone so… so irritating). He can taste whatever sickeningly sweet venomous concoction you were drinking beforehand and the bitter burn of your lipstick which sticks to the surface of his tongue and lashes eagerly at his teeth. The taste of it is so overwhelmingly you that it forces a blush to spark on his cheeks, searing his skin and consuming his ears. 

“That’s how you play baccarat, Detective,”

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[discotenny]

DICE THOUGHTS DICE THOUGHTS DICE THOUGHTS 🔔🔔🔔

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Thinking about Dice and his cat like ways of affection.

It first happens when you’re in bed cuddling, and suddenly his hands sneak up your shirt. You ask if he has any unsavory intentions and he whines saying you should think better of him. Light scratches follow his words, not enough to hurt but enough to feel an odd sense of relaxation at the sensation.

It’s just like that for a while, and you get used to his nails teetering up your arms while watching television and you begin your expect his hands to roam unceremoniously at night.

What you don’t expect is him to come behind you while you’re cooking, leaning down to rest his teeth on your exposed skin- standing there with the most innocent of intent. You can feel his smile on your nape, and when you ask him just what is he doing now, he’ll respond with a small bite to your skin before scurrying off to avoid your wrath.

Dice teases you a lot with his surprise bites, though they’re never painful and never deep enough to leave any sort of mark. It becomes just as routine as the scratches- to have him rest his teeth on you before pressing down slightly. Sometimes the two of you will converse while he’s in that position, but most of the time you enjoy being in each others company.

Yes, the more you think about it the more your partner is akin to a kitty.

Especially in the ways he shows up to your door in various states of simply having things. Sometimes he’ll bring food for the two of you to share, leftovers from his time with his eccentric friend in Yokohama. Sometimes he’ll come with pockets full of riches, promising a fancy date after a successful night gambling.

When Dice does bring something for you though, most of the time he’s carrying a little trinket he saw on the street that reminded him of you. Whether it be a small keychain from a gachapon, or a cool business card he saw at a restaurant, he’s wants to have something interesting in his pocket to show your eyes.

Dice and his odd ways of affection take some time getting used to. However, you’ll always accept him into your door with open arms. Because all his affections prove is that he’s found a little bit of home within you.

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I wanna write more posts with dialogue in them in the future but have this rn because thinking about Dice makes me soooosooooo soft :((

Gonna be returning to Uni this week so expect greater delays in between posts !! Hope you guys enjoy, and have a good night ^_−☆

[mafi-maken]