#KD's headcanons

[kenandeliza]

a random thought?

Sometime after the suspendium, Kid Eternity would show the marvel family his books, comic and art collection he'd accumulated throughout the decades, for nostalgia's sake.

Then they come across some eye-catching posters

Billy:" oh hey look at this red monster, It's horrifying!"

Freddy looking at a poster of a blue monster tearing down boats and planes:"There's a blue one too!...why does it look uglier ?"

Kit and Mary contemplating if they should tell them those are war propaganda posters depicting the two boys:"....."

[heartorbit]

im never finishing this ＿|￣|○

[the-kamidoggo]

been in a little art block rn so might as well share some of my mk headcanons / thoughts for now at least.

- Revenants and naturally all forms of undead have some sort of scarring that reflect on how they perished. Ex: Scorpion has a ring around his neck where Bi-Han ripped his whole head off and more prominent with his flaming skull. Noob Saibot has this too, though his are too hard to see. Other undead, such as Smoke and Kung Lao, don't receive the scarring ofc. Liu Kang is a unique case all together.

- If Sareena did "survived" and Bi-Han agreed to take her with him after retrieving the amulet, he made one condition that they must go their separate ways once they make it back to Earthrealm for obvious reasons.

- MK1 Mileena and Kitana, when they were children, used to swap outfits just so they can trick Sindel and Jerrod as a fun prank. Jerrod and Sindel aren't actually fooled by this but they do play along and they all have a good laugh together. I just love cute family moments like this, alright-

- Frost used to have natural hair much like Kuai Liang but, either before or during her time in the Lin Kuei, gave herself a frost-like haircut as a means to make herself effecient and perhaps look more intimidating.

[ballroomfitz]

When Hal was first coming to terms with her gender, she had SO much trouble figuring out how to dress. Partially because she is An Old™️ and her concept of “how women dress” is extremely stuck in the early 90s. Eventually she relents and asks Dinah for help. Also, realizing she doesn’t need to present hyper feminine to identify as female was a REVELATION and eventually once she’s comfortable she becomes a Certified Pantsuit Girlie

[unforgivenhonor]

tag dump .. dont worry about it

┊ × ᴸᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ . ❝ Ahri ❞ ┊ × ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵉˢ . ❝ Yone ❞ ┊ × . ❝ starter call ❞ ┊ × . ❝ memes & prompts ❞ ┊ × . ❝ headcanons ❞

┊ × . ❝ out of character ❞

┊ × ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿᶠᵒʳᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ . ❝ visage ❞ ┊ × ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ . ❝ kd/a verse❞ ┊ × . ❝ crack ❞ ┊ × ᴵ'ᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵃˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍᵒᵈ . ❝ spirit blossom verse ❞ ┊ × ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ . ❝ verse ❞ ┊ × ᵒʰ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ . ❝ ruined king verse ❞ ┊ × . ❝ music ❞ ┊ × . ❝ musings ❞

┊ × ᴿᵘⁿ⸴ ʳᵘⁿ⸴ ʳᵘⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˡˡ . ❝ in character ❞ ┊ × . ❝ threads ❞

[florafound]

META   + family!

META TIME : FAMILY (+LOVE, cont.)

Much like her concept of love, family is a complicated term for Kit and it's very much wrapped into the fact that she DOESN'T understand love. Based on what she's heard and observed, family is one of two things 1) people you are related to by birth or marriage or 2) people you love dearly that you keep with you.

Sophie had a family - her father, Vincent, and her surrogate mother. They raised her, housed her and protected her, until they couldn't.

Of course, Kit only remembers this family in fractured memories that she doesn't even completely trust are real. So that leaves definition number 2. But Kit doesn't understand how a family can exist if LOVE only exists in the pages of her plant books. If LOVE to her is the rising sun - how does that translate to people? When she watches families interacting, she wonders if they are simply people of relation or if that is love? If something in the way they act and speak is equal to the feeling of love.

When she travels with people, when she grows close to them, she wonders if they are family, but she knows they can't be. After all, she doesn't know how to love. And she hates herself for it. Love is for plants and cats and the sun. By definition, they can never be her family.

[httpsserene]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴛᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴡ/ᴍᴠ33

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you start showing interest in sim racing. max's only option is to turn you into the best virtual-racer there ever was--well besides himself, of course. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff. brain vomit. formatting (done on mobile💀). tiniest explicit reference. not edited. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: max verstappen x fem!black!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: headcanons & smau 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: word on the streets • key glock

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: thought about this the whole time i was working. and then some man had the exact same voice as max and i genuinely almost dissolved into thin air because i felt like max was punishing me for thinking about this on the clock :) anyways, hope u enjoy the brainrot, loves !!!

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*whispers* next f1 kinktober fic this weekend

you were probably unaware that sim racing was even a thing until you started dating max

like you’ve seen the funny little twitch clips of people playing driving simulators and being absolute menaces on the road, but you never knew actual virtual racing was a thing

anyways, whether or not you consider yourself a gamer in this scenario, you’ve always been pretty down to play videogames with max.

he absolutely annihilates you in FIFA, and no matter how much he tries to help you, you’re a lost cause

in return, you embarrass him in COD; he should’ve looked at your kd-ratio before he tried to play with you

but, sim racing 🧐

i mean, like, you never even fully considered that you could sim race at all, like not for leisure at least

max takes that shit seriously, he’s a part-time f1 driver full time simracing twitch streamer 😤

you are always around watching him practice on the sim, playing the f1 games, and even tuning in for his iracing competitions

at first, whenever max would stream you would probably be doing other things with your time

your hair, cleaning, self-care, cooking, etc.

eventually, you started migrating to sitting on the couch off-camera and watching him drive irl instead of having the stream on in the background

you were originally like, “oh it’s just because i wanna drool over his massive veiny hands” 🤤

but now it’s like “oh i wonder what each button he presses with his nicely proportioned fingers on the steering wheel does?”

and slowly it transforms from “wow my boyfriend is so cool” to “wait…this sim-racing thing is kinda cool”😵‍💫

now imagine you being like “lol wait a minute now” and being like i'm only interested in because my boyfriend loves it 🤥

in order to disprove this theory you start to ask max questions about virtual racing

not that you wouldn’t before, but they were fairly surface level; now you’re asking him about tactics, strategies, and track conditions etc.

and max is fucking thrilled 🫨🫨🫨 !!!

he eagerly answers all your questions (maxplaning 🥱), going way more into depth than you were expecting, but what did you think was going to happen

max is always happy to ramble about any small facet of virtual racing (doesn’t matter if it’s the sim, or iracing, or f1 2023) but

it makes him really pleased that you’re showing a genuine interest in it because most people don’t

you support him in anything he wants to do wholeheartedly, and listening and answering your well thought out questions has him falling head over heels for you again

so, he thinks nothing of it other than you being the best girlfriend he’s ever had and trying to learn more about what he loves

his previous girlfriends didn’t really care to understand how important vr racing was to him

they all just saw it as him playing a “game” and him wasting time when they could’ve been on dates or smth

anyways

everything is going fine and dandier, max continues to answer all of your vr racing questions, and you continue to watch him pilot the sim

until, he catches you watching a beginner’s guide on f1 2023 and get’s so jealous 😒

bro is all like “wtf, you’re watching some lame ass unranked gamer when i’m your professional driver boyfriend who does this for a living?? hell nah if you want to start playing i’ll teach you”

you’re just like, “nahhhh….i don’t want to waste your time trying to teach me, it’s not worth it. i’m not even a good driver irl, so—“

max shuts that down expeditiously

if his girlfriend wants to start vr racing, he only has one option

make you the best virtual racer there ever was (excluding him)

you’re wide-eyed like, “i just wanna go vroom vroom in circles for fun 😭”

max deathly serious, “that was never an option”

he enlists you in his virtual-racing training camp

if you are aware of the disney rapid training montage where the mc sings one song and suddenly they’re the best fighter ever, that’s how i imagined it

mulan, for example, i’ll make a man out of you

max reveals his inner george russell, he becomes a power point king

instead of date nights being cute pottery classes—they turn into him teaching you the parts of the car, the buttons on the wheel, f1 2023 settings breakdowns, reviewing iracing competitions etc.

eventually max finally allows you to play on the sim after he thinks you’ve got the theory down pretty good

you suck at first 🤗

but then you start clocking in some hours

after work, during your “lunch break”, using the sim while max is gone and playing during all the practice and media sessions

whenever max is gone, and you have any questions or ask for feedback on how to get better, you text him all about it, of course not expecting an immediate response back

max has told you before that he likes getting out of the car after a practice session and checking his phone to see all the missed messages from you with some wishing him luck and the others asking for his thoughts on your strategies

one day, he’s going for lunch with some of the other drivers and they start to make fun of him for how he’s stuck in his phone, heart-eyes and all as he rapidly texts you

they probably think that you’re sending him cute texts or photos like that one time they caught him looking at photos of you and learned he had a locked photo album of you on his phone ☠️

max remains unbothered under their teasing thinking, “they don’t know my gf can out pace them by .200 in f1 2023”

max even personally bothers christian into getting him another sim for you

christian is so tired of you two, max won’t leave him ALONE

i think max would text his team principal screenshots of your lap times and make jokes about it

“if checo keeps dnf-ing, my gf can fill in”

christian gets you the goddamn sim 😒

y’all procrastinate on building and calibrating it, max more so because it means his chair would stop smelling like you 🥺

you get it set up, but you still play on his sim every once in a while after he told you that because you’re a simp

he goes to stream one day, planning on practicing with the redline team for an upcoming iracing event

and the man almost BREAKS HIS LEGS trying to sit down because you forgot to move the chair back after you were done using it 😭😭

in between his groan of pain he let’s it slip “ow fuck, my girlfriend forgot to move the seat back after she was done”

chat goes ducking crazy

yooo, what? ur gf sim races???

is she good???

max is like “hell fucking yeah my girlfriend is great sim racer, she could replace one of the boys at redline if she wanted too!”

(team redline sweats anxiously, mics now suspiciously silent)

max continues, “well she is not as great as me, but she’s good i guess”

stream chat “they are going to have babies that completely dominate f1” “if their babies are born in the netherlands we will be stuck in purgatory cursed with hearing the dutch anthem forever”

max continues with his practice but everyone is begging to see you play, even some of the redline guys are asking questions

they wanna know if they’re really at risk of you stealing their seat

max gives up and turns to you on the couch with a smile and says, “i will beg, schatje. do not put it past me, we all want to see you drive. some people are saying i’m lying so you have to prove them wrong🙇🏼”

you’re like “what 😅 no 😧i suck 🤭 at this 🤗” but you’re already getting up and walking over to boot up your sim

the urge to flex on people and embarrass them is something both you and max share

max opens f1 2023 and starts a party for just you two, and you both decide to do quali laps at zandovoort

you do your hot lap first, and max goes after you

max y’ know, probably thinks that he can take it relatively easier on you, there’s no reason to put 100% effort into something for fun, so he puts in 95% 😀 (competitive boy)

and you know that one nepenthez meme

that’s how this goes

max is like, already rambling to the stream “yeah that’s a comfortable p1, she still has a lot to learn before she can beat a world champ—P2??!!!! 😧😳”

you’re just in the background in your sim chair, turned facing the camera with an innocent little smirk smile on your face ☺️

you got pole by .050, and chat starts bullying max, the redline boys laughing hysterically in his headphones

max requests a rematch and promptly annihilates you :)

i like to imagine that eventually you start joining max’s stream and the two of yous start having little racing tournaments whenever you guys have the time

omg could you imagine the little championship ceremony where you put party hats on jimmy and sassy and have fake little tiny gold trophies for whoever wins 🥹

imagine one day ‼️ you actually start doing iracing events, and just working your way up to being one of the best 😌

ANYWAYS to wrap it up, best teacher max ever

virtual racing 🤝 strong relationships

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maxverstappen1 the only woman for me 🧎🏼

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yninstagram baby. baby—😭😭😭😭

➥ maxverstappen1 i love you

➥ yninstagram what the fuck has gotten into you 😳 i love you, maxy 🫶🏽

user the way ‼️ he cradles ‼️ her head 😭😭

danielricciardo3 this genuinely the sappiest thing max has ever said

➥ maxverstappen1 do not worry daniel you are the only man for me

➥ user my therapist will be hearing about this

user the fact that max personally handmade that meme 💀

user never thought i’d see the day that max uses the kneeling emoji

➥ maxverstappen1 i’m on my knees for her more often than you think

➥ user alRIGHT go ahead and clock out for me 😒

➥ redbullracingf1 do you remember the media training we had two days ago, max?

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[ioniansunsets]

i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!

could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? — headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! — if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.1k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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xxxx On Tour xxxx

-  It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.

- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.

- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.

- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.

- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.

- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.

xxxx Off Stage xxxx

- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.

- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.

- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.

- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)

- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.

[biostris]

Hi there! This is my first time asking on your page and I hope your recovery is going well <3 If you’re maybe taking requests for sfw headcanons:

What do you think king dice would be like with a gf (gn is okay too) who’s rumored to being “the wicked witch of the woods” who’s typically described as a stereotypical child-eating evil old lady that lives in a house in the woods when in reality, she’s just a woman who really likes her alone time practicing her spells, making her potions, and generally doesn’t care about the childish rumors about her (bc girlbossing n shit)

If you don’t feel like answering this, pls don’t feel obligated to and you can ignore this if you’d like to. Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

A/N: it took me two years to get to this. But I’m here after a very lengthy depression to deliver.

C/w: possible talk about bones and other stuff, She / her pronouns used for reader

:KingDice x Witch!Fem! reader:

Honestly if you live out in the woods, you probably don’t even know about the rumors being spread. You’re too busy going to the supermarket to buy some out of season spices to begin with! Unethical you know but it’s needed for a spell and you lack a substitute herb

Whispered surround you, despite your obliviousness. “I heard she captures kids and cooks them in her cauldron!” Points out one worried mother. “I heard she works for the devil!” A man speaks out. Soon enough no one is left except the poor cashier who’s shaking in his boots.

Onto KD. You’re simply walking back to the forests edge when all of a sudden THE King Dice manages to bump into you! And uh oh, all those spices are down in the gutter. Since you’re a lady, and one he very much fancies after getting a glimpse of your face, he profusely apologizes.

“I’m sorry lil Darlin! Didn’t see ya there. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all the way downtown?” Casually trying to flirt while trying to salvage some of the spices along side you. Of course you explain your story, and here he is. Graciously offering to buy you any replacements

He is slightly scared but you’re also just too cute that maybe the crazy is excusable this time.

And from then on, he took notes. Brought you flowers ans the traditional gifts of course but he’d notice you using them in odd ways. “Baby doll,” he asks one day. Pointing to the flowers he brought a few nights ago hanging and dried upside down. “You know you can throw those away, right?”

As someone who works for the devil. He doesn’t know much about witchcraft. But whatever his girl needs. His girl gets. And hey, if you’re dating king dice? Maybe, just maybe, you’re not a kid eating devil worshipper like everyone says you are

[kenandeliza]

A Marvel Family What-If : What If They grow up normally?

If the suspendium event and the rest of the shazam 1970s comic series didn't happen, i wondered what the future would be for the golden age Marvel Family

Billy: Mr Morris would probably hand over Whiz station to Billy, so he'd be the new owner of the station. Happily married to Cissie Sommerly

Mary: based on my previous headcanon on her being a fashion model (because i kept seeing mary being used as a model for back to school advertisements or clothing advertisements in fawcett comics), I'd like to think she'd own a Fashion magazine brand or continued the Shazam.inc business after Uncle Dudley's passing

Freddy: He'd probably open a comic book shop. In future days where he is in his 70s-80s, he'd write comics based on his previous diary entries of his adventures with the marvel family with a fake pen-name, as the newer generation are not familliar about the family and thinks of his comics as fictional

Kit: He tries to spend as much time with his brother after revealing himself accidentally, going out everyday to fish in a boat or to admire nature. It was a bit sad seeing everyone grow old as he stays the same, but it saddens him even more when Freddy started forgetting past events in his older years, it was why he would often read Freddy's diary back to him

Tawky Tawny: Tawny had a pretty long and famous life, still relaxing with the marvel family, being a businessman, a hollywood actor once. He was incredibly famous that they tried to make a documentary on his life! Sadly, there weren't any young tigers who could talk and walk like him to play the role as Tawny (let alone a tiger who wouldn't maul the camera crew), so they used CGI despite Tawny's complaint about the tiger being uncanny

idk, it's just these headcanon that popped into my head if the family grow up normally without the events of the 1970s shazam continuing the golden age, sorry if thid had reached some light-angsty territory (i know my angst writing is bad, forgive me for the cringe :>

[unholy-screeching9]

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.

💋

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. 

[winniefrez]

Cuphead Work doodles lmao

These two images were intended to be read as this meme- I love the trans KD headcanon

“Being an effeminate woman” VS

“Being an effeminate man”

[captbananapants]

OK, so let's talk about this pic from Roll The Dice! ep.

It kind of looks like King Dice but it doesn't...?

My theory is that it could be his dad, so I have a headcanon that they haven't been on speaking terms for years - his dad is very strict, highly religious and homophobic Though King Dice does admire him in a way, growing up with his singing and dancing. Hence why he has the picture of his pop on the wall.

Or maybe his pop is a mobster? Idk, who knows.

I also headcanon KD's mother is a human.

EDIT: Meant homophobic, not homosexual.

[keisddk]

Helloo!! This is an introductory blog to get to know me, I've never really posted but I'd like to try!

KEISDAIX'S PAGE

Keisdaix! Or KD, or Kei, whichever you want!

Who am I?

My name is Kei, im a young artist and semi writer, im a little low in activity rn because of school but Im willing to share some stuff i make!

What can I do?

I draw mostly, and prompt writing occasionally! You'd mostly see oc stuff or personal headcanons though, and maybe when Im confident, I would do song covers :D

What am I interested In?

I have a relatively wide variety of fandoms, and as such I will be listing some of the ones i am more prominently active in:

Countryhumans

Call of Duty

Undertale

Honkai/ Star Rail + Impact 3rd

I'll be awaiting to find any persons of interest!

How old Am I?

Typically speaking, this is mostly out of content necessities, I personally am still a minor THEREFORE, I would appreciate that you do not bring any entirely nsfw content to my blog or replies, I am fine with some mental health discussions and trauma navigating, but I will not be adding nudity to my list. Which makes this at best, a 14+ blog considering I may post some slightly touchy stuff but will be keeping it out of sex and nudity.

Any Mutuals?

@skeinvelity my pookie <33/pl

Thats all! I hope to make this an enjoyable blog page, thank you!

[anawkwardgalnamedtarazan]

King Dice's Wonder Years 🎲💜🎀

Plus a few KD childhood headcanons...

Dice was born with hyperpigmentation, when people have different colored patches of skin.

Lived a neglectful childhood. Being in a Depression-esque time, his parents were more concerned with making money than raising their son. So, Dice would make the best of his "independence". He often wanders into town performing and dazzling civilians to make some dough.

Was given a toy monkey named Mr. Chimes on his third birthday. During Dice's first few years in the Underworld, the Devil decided to bring Chimes to life as a "guard monkey" to capture escaping souls. And also act as King Dice's pet.

Dice traveled with his dad to the DLC island for a swap meet. There, he makes a small friendship with Saltbaker. They bonded over helping their families and have eating contests with leftover pastries. Dice tried to partner up with SB to sell his pastries and make a quick buck. But, they ended up parting ways due to trouble sharing the money.

Took up the music business to try to get close to his mom. It didn't work. Eventually, he found he really did like singing and dancing; so he made it his thing.

⭐️BONUS⭐️

Headcanon voices for certain ages:

Kari Wahlgren- Baby (0-2)

Lucia Cunningham (Jessica from Crag of the Creek!)- Young Child (3-10)

Zeno Robinson- Teenager (13-18)

[angeldrawsstuffs]

Here’s my version of Ninjago Movie Echo!

And some headcanons to boot (all of which were made into creation by the KD’s Chaos Discord server and/or just the general SPBNR fandom because that place is awesome):

- White (Movie Zane) is incredibly protective over him and will deck someone for the bean

- Some nicknames for Echo (mostly from White) include: “Bby Bean”, “Bean”, “Smol Bean”, “Bby”, and “Kid”

- He can befriend almost anyone, including certain cheerleader bullies.

- He’s a huge fan of the Secret Ninja Force, with the White Ninja as his favorite on account of his big brother constantly feeding him “White Ninja Propaganda”

-Unlike his older brother, Echo is 100% ok and proud of the fact he’s a nindroid

- He drew on his shirt to make it look like a button up because his brother wears button ups.