#dice x reader headcanons

[discotenny]

The second night

Dice moves in with you. It’s only on the second night of sleeping in your bed that he realizes what it means.

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Aka- DICE SLEEPING SCENARIO LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

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The first night- the thought of commitment slips his mind. After all, it was racing, filled with thoughts of safety, security, comfort, and most importantly you.

It was easy for his thoughts to focus on you- how could they not?

The first night- as soon as his head hit the pillow he passes out. Exhausted from moving all of his material possessions out of Ramuda’s basement (and dealing with his friends’ eccentric personalities), there’s nothing his body craves more than sleep.

“Dice? Are you gonna shower now?” You call out, in the adjacent bathroom getting ready for sleep. When silence is your only reply, you open the door.

“Ah…” You’re met with his face down, ass up in the air. Despite the pillow covering his mouth and nose (was he even getting sufficient air?), you hear his obnoxiously deep snores.

Despite him still being in his day clothes, unwashed from activities of the week.

Despite him going to bed without a shower, embarrassed to get in while you were still washing up.

Despite him having three unpacked boxes sitting in your living room, promising he would have them out of your way by nights end-

You smile, laughing at his awkward appearing yet comfortable position- snapping a picture to send to Ramuda and Gentaro. You tuck him into bed and you notice a smile wavering over his face.

“Goodnight, love,” you whisper before shutting off the lights.

The second night- he’s in a pair of pajamas you bought for him in the day. You’re in the adjacent bathroom, getting ready for sleep at your own pace.

The fabric of his shirt is so soft it almost tickles him just to lay in it.

It’s a strange feeling - going to bed with clothes he doesn’t plan to go out in. It’s even stranger to him that it’s new- not new like what Ramuda makes him- or new as in he just bought it second hand- but new- bought from a store you went into without meticulously counting your change beforehand.

The second night- he’s subject to the teasing texts of Ramuda and Gentaro- annoyed as they laugh at the way he slept last night.

Gentaro sends something off handed- calling him a horrible househusband- but it catches Dice off gaurd.

The second night- commitment is all that’s on his mind.

‘Househusband…?’ Dice thinks, ‘That would mean…’

Commitment, a promise to stay, a promise that he’d try his best for you no matter what, bounded to you, sharing a space with you forever, forever loving, forever caring, forever laughing, forever holding, forever taking care of you.

Dice wasn’t used to forever. He wasn’t used to sureness. Dice lived for the thrill of not knowing what was to come- of gambling with whatever percentage that something wouldn’t turn out right. He wasn’t used to this- to commitment.

But would he really mind it if it was with you? Despite all the nights of him shivering due to gambling his clothes away.

Despite all the times he begged at your doorstep for a meal.

Despite all the times he dragged you around with Ramuda and Gentaro as a substitute for dates- you stuck by him- you stayed committed to him.

He watches your silhouette move in the bathroom door. A smile finds itself on his face the more he stares.

Safety, security, comfort, all words he finds himself thinking of as he watches you. And all of a sudden, he finds that he doesn’t mind the title of househusband.

“Dice! Are you gonna shower tonight?” You call out, not expecting an answer.

“C’ming babe!” Dice calls back.

The second night- he watches as you fall asleep- a smile on both of your faces.

Fell hard down the hypmic rabbit hole I had such a masculine urge to finish this draft. Not proofread. Had the banner from before my disappearance O.O

Fling Posse my beloved <3

It’s been a while >.€ I’ve been working on a dating sim for the past year or so (it’s not any close to finishing LOL) But how are y’all :3

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

[guiraguira]

The Hypmic boys when you fill their face with kisses.

💜 They automatically abandon what they are doing and surrender to you. If you hold their faces with both hands when spreading kisses they will close their eyes and put the weight of their head in your hands while laughing softly: Rio - Gentaro - Jakurai - Hitoya

💜 They will smile arrogantly while you give them kisses, allowing you to do what you want but without interrupting their task, if there is somewhere you can't reach they will bend over so you don't have problems. They love to be the center of your attention: Samatoki - Jyuto - Kuko - Rei

💜 You only manage to fill them with kisses for a few brief moments, their eyes focus on yours when you start and they quickly turn the situation around, you being the one covered by kisses, they long to return the same warmth that you give them: Ramuda - Hifumi - Sasara - Dice

❤️ The moment they realize what you intend to do, they begin to scream in embarrassment, trying to cover their blushing face. They don't want you to stop but the feeling of your lips repeatedly on them is too stimulating: Ichiro - Doppo - Jyushi - Rosho

[tomatoswup]

el chico del apartamento 512⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💌୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

summary: that new boy-next-door Vash from 512 sure is cute! Maybe you should write him a letter~

title translation: the boy from apartment 512

warnings/tags: shy/anxious reader, the usual nerve-wrecking feelings that come with a crush, tesla jumpscare, kabedon! by vash, i edited this at 4am might have mistakes, cute~, Modern!AU

A/N: I....don't know if i wrote this right...but this song had me delusional..... :D,,, I really wanted to write a cute boy-next-door kinda oneshot with Vash and boom, here yall go :P enjoy! I recommend listening to Selena's "El Chico Del Apartamento 512" since this fic was a direct inspir. from the song~

pairing: vash x reader

Life in your apartment complex was, in your own words, quite boring.

Bland scenery, the shouts and complains of neighbors and the ridiculous "problems" that shouldn't even be called problems you had to deal with.

Oh cmon, can't you park in your own fucking parking space?!

But there was a certain someone that made the hell of a place a bit more better. Your new neighbor from apartment 512. You first met him by accident when you dropped the groceries you were hauling up to your apartment one day, to which he helped you and struck up conversation.

From there, fate couldn't help but let the meetings between the both of you continue as the two of you talked more and more. Often times, he'd find you reading at one of the various apartment complex picnic tables, joining you in your times of relaxation.

"You okay?" You asked one day as the both of you sat at the table, sharing a bowl of fruits you had cut up to enjoy the afternoon with. He turned his attention towards you, orange sunglasses resting on his head and mouth full of watermelon causing his cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk "Mfph?"

You had a good ol' laugh as the poor man tried to chew as quick as he could to respond, but truly just ended up almost choking on the poor watermelon. You had to smack him on the back in the end so all the juice left his lungs.

Life, work, and flowers that the both of you liked, sometimes the two of you conversated for hours on end. And sometimes, you two just liked each others quiet company.

You admired that.

But you also admired something else.

ooo girl he was cute.

You couldn't resist the butterflies in the pits of your stomach whenever the two of you took your walks together, coming home from work late nights. The closeness of your shoulders and his made you a bit more delusional than you had wanted to be.

Or maybe you did?

GOD MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

Vash, that was his name, was your boy-next-door crush. To be honest, you never expected to find yourself attracted to someone like him. But man, did he have your heart running its laps.

Every.

Single.

Time.

The glances he would sneak at you from afar felt like honey for your little ol' fragile heart. And no, you never forgot those frequent very frequent times where you would find him knocking at your door. Opening it, there he was, the cute tall spiky haired blonde awkwardly standing there with a flower pot, little flowers already growing inside.

Shifting his weight from his feet left to right, he would use the excuse of "I bought a bit too much for my balcony!" to keep giving them to you.

It was adorable! You never failed to blush every time and whenever he accidentally touched your hand when he handed them to you. You didn't notice his own red cheeks though.

You had a small collection of these plants in your home now that you made sure to water every morning. And as a thankful gesture, you often invited him over for dinner at your place.

That was....flirting right?

Jesus fucking christ you really had no rizz..

You often found yourself lying in bed some nights, not knowing how to address those bubbly feelings of yours towards the dorky man.

How would you tell him either way? How about a date?

Oh no no no, you didn't have the balls to tell it to his face... Did you?

You contemplated for a second.

Nope, definitely not.

If he said no, you would have to think about finding a different apartment at this point.

oh my goddd this was embarrassing..

But cmon now that cute mole on his face? How could you resist those funny faces of his? You groaned loudly into the air as you slapped your hands on your eyes in exasperation.

'What if I write him a letter?' You froze in your mini moment of despair before shooting up from your laid down position. "Okay, okay, maybe this can work." You gasped out, stumbling and slipping off your bed, looking around the room trying to find a pen and paper.

Pen..Pen..Digging out a pen from your bag, you held it up into the air as if it were a holy grail.

Settling with a nice purple colored one and a page from a notebook that you carefully tore out, you wrote your "confession" letter on that messy wooden desk of yours.

That'll do that job! please

By the next morning, you had the letter sealed and ready to be given to him, but damn were you on the verge of wanting to throw up because of how nervous you were.

You even added a cute dried flower on the letter to make it look pretty maybe he could ignore the little tear marks of yours on the note

Okay, go to his door, knock, give him the letter, then run.

PERFECT! Completely foul proof plan!

Wash, rinse, repeat.

You put on one of the more nicer outfits from your closet, and paced around your room a bit before finally leaving the apartment. Letter clenched in your hands, you walked only a few steps from your door until you saw the numbers 512 glaring down at you.

Ummm…

You felt sweatier than usual as you frantically brushed down your hair before straightening your posture. It took you only 2 minutes of self-reassurance before you knocked.

knock, knock, knock

Pulling your hand back, you stood there holding the letter into your chest.

...

...

No response. That's fine! That's totally okay!

You took a moment to breathe in and out before knocking again. Finally hearing movement from the other side of the door, you took a step back, bracing yourself from seeing his face as the door swung open.

"How can I help you?" A feminine voice rung out.

Opening the door was a blonde girl somewhat a bit older than you. Her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making you do a double take as your mouth gaped open at the pretty girl. But that surprise was taken over by your heart dropping at the sight. She was wearing a white sweat jacket

His jacket..

HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND!?

'ABORT! ABORT MISSION!' Your subconscious yelled at you as you stumbled to find words to reply to the girl "I-um, well uh-"

The burning feeling in your chest started to hurt as you felt the desire to just drop dead right on the spot. There was no way you just... Oh my god..

Before you could respond, the girl's expression widened into somewhat recognition. "Oh! You're the neighbor from next door! Were you looking for my brother?"

Eh?

"...Y-Yes?" You tilted your head in a somewhat cheeky sweaty smile you were dying on the inside before she turned from you and looked back into the apartment.

"HEY VASH!" She yelled, holding the door open with her back as she crossed her arms, and from the depths of the blue-wallpapered apartment nice choice! you heard his voice.

"WHAT!?" There were sounds of blankets or something moving coming from where he was inside.

Her eyes flickered back to you before giving you a playful wink "I think our neighbor from 511 is knocking at the door! Are they the-!"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T OPEN IT WAIT!!" His sudden screech emitted before the sudden mess of things falling to the ground and objects breaking echoed through the apartment.

Was he okay?

"GYAH!" You heard Vash yelp before he tripped into your sight right around a corner, shirt half messily on him as he attempted to slip his arm through the hole of the shirt. The scattered scars on his body prominent to your eyes as he struggled for a second.

Wow look at that bod-

You quickly averted your sight, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and into your cheeks as he picked himself off the ground as fast as he could with only one hand. You noted that he didn't have the time to put his prosthetic on in that sudden rush of his.

"T-thanks Tesla!" He breathed out, smoothing down his shirt as Tesla left her spot by the door, leaving it ajar as she gave you a small wave before leaving into the apartment and what you presumed back into her bedroom.

"Sorry about my older sister, she's just visiting for the week..." Vash cleared his throat before leaning his arm his only arm at the moment on the door frame, humorously deepening his voice "So, how can I help a beautiful person on this most wonderous night?"

You giggled at his try to hide whatever happened, the tense muscles in your shoulders softening as you silently held out the letter you had.

"Hm?" His eyebrow rose as he relaxed himself, slowly grabbing the red envelope out of your hand. Turning it around, he scanned the writing on the top.

To Vash

And attached to it, was a red geranium, one of the flowers he had gifted you. He couldn't help but give the envelope a blushed smile before looking back up to ask you what it was.

But there was no one?

"E-Eh?" He stuttered as he quickly stepped outside, only seeing a flash of your body running through your door as you shut it quick behind you.

Did... Did you just run back to your apartment?

Vash let out a pout as his shoulders slouched down, barefoot on the concrete floor of the apartment complex corridor.

"I missed the chance to say it.. Damn it.."

Meanwhile, you had shut the door and slowly slid down it, covering your mouth with your hand in amazement.

YOU DID IT!

YOU ACTUALLY DID IT! YES!

OH FUCK YOU DID IT.

ohhhh shit.

"what did I just do.." You groaned, pushing your knees up to bury your face into.

For the next couple of days, you tried your best to avoid Vash as much as you could. Taking all the early shifts at work, racing into your apartment whenever you saw him sitting at the picnic table with a bowl of strawberries.

Maybe he didn't feel the same way, how could you show your face to him? You were scared..What he would say?

Disgusting?

I'm interested in someone else?

That night was one that had you up late, running through all the things he could say about your letter, bad or good.

But one day. you had been forced to take the late night shift again and found yourself walking down one of the many apartment complex hallways alone. You actually kinda missed your lil nightly talks with him…

"Hey!"

Hm?

Turning your head to the left, you spotted the pretty blonde man, racing down the path in slippers, sweatpants and a long sleeve, no glasses of his in sight.

"V-VASH!?" You squawked out, the man closing in as in a panic, you closed your eyes. Feeling your back hit the hard wall behind you, you were only able to throw a hand out to put a cushion to whatever was happening.

What?

Slowly peeping your eyes open, your vision was covered by the sight of his chest. His large frame practically covering your body and both arms of his caging the sides of your head, most likely to prevent you from meekly escaping.

"I finally.." He let out a deep breath as the hot sensation of it lightly hit your face "..caught you." His gaze only focused on you as you noticed the grip you had on his firm shoulder. Ah... He was trying to talk to you again..

Did the letter not make anything awkward?

"Vash?" Your breath hitched, the intense stare of his eyes just on you making that stomach of yours develop butterflies once again.

"You never gave me the chance to give you an answer.." He muttered before chuckling "Didn't think it'd take me this long to finally see you."

Moving your gaze away and to the side, you tried to escape his eyes in attempt to calm yourself down "I thought I made things awkward...Ha." You gave him a small pained grin, the urge to cry out of humiliation was making the lump in your throat push upwards.

One more word out of you and you'll accidentally let it out, tears and all.

Vash looked down at you with a curious expression before the look of adoration riddled his face "Aw cmon now, look at me. You'll never make things awkward between the both of us..." Hand off the wall, he softly put two fingers under your chin, moving it so you looked back into those endless bright blue eyes of his.

"Ya know, you actually beat me to it first."

"I-I did?"

He gave you a cheeky smile "Definitely, I was gonna come over but.." The corners of his mouth moved downwards "I didn't get to see you anymore. Even after work, I made sure to wait a bit to spot ya. Guess today's my lucky day."

oh fuck, you felt so bad.

he…was actually looking for you.

shit.

"I-" You choked out, silencing Vash as you felt your eyes start to blur with the tears. You couldn't hold it in anymore. All those embarrassing moments and thoughts.

"I was scared about what you were gonna say... I thought you weren't going to like me anymore after that letter…” You tried to regulate your breathing as your furiously wiped the tears out of your eyes “Stupid right?”

Using both hands, Vash slowly took your hands away from your face, before swiping his thumb against the apples of your cheeks "Well, whatever you thought that was gonna do, did quite the opposite.."

Face to face, just centimeters away from each other.

"I like you even more.." His thumb brushing the bottom of your lips as you observed him, eyes still red from crying. But the red of Vash’s own cheeks got brighter and brighter.

"May I?"

And with no words spoken, you nodded and he caved, leaning in. You felt like melting as he wrapped his arms around your sides, those pink lips of his deeping into your own as the taste of mint seeped into your mouth.

The sweet taste of his was one you imagined at night, and have never thought to ever taste until now.

Now that you tasted him, it felt so intoxicating. Every touch of his tongue in your mouth, the grip he had on your waist.

Okay slow it down a little cowboy~

Pulling away for air, the both of you just stared at each-other, eyes wide and quiet.

Until laughter came about, Vash had started giggling and you tried your best to stifle your own until you couldn’t. And the two of you continued laughing as Vash kept you close in his embrace.

"I was wonderingg~" Vash whistled out after getting those cute giggles out of his system "Are you doing anything this Saturday?"

You tilted your head to the right, giving him a shy smile "Not necessarily, I was just gonna order some pizza and stay home alone.."

"Maybee..I can keep you company?" He jokingly puppy-eyed before you gave him peck on the lips just one more time

"Always~"

A sharp gasp was suddenly emitted from your right side, causing you to almost yelp in shock at the sudden disturbance as Vash whipped his head to the direction. And there stood your upstairs neighbor, an elderly hispanic lady and her husband with a little cart full of folded laundry.

"Mire! El chico del apartmento 512 se junto con el rentero de 511. Ay que bonito~" She cooed as her husband nodded in agreement.

You returned a blushed smile, feeling Vash's hand slip into your own.

Oh how sweet!

translation: Look! The boy from apartment 512 got together with the renter from 511. How pretty~

[unholy-screeching9]

Could we possibly get some birthday headcanons? They can either be sfw or nsfw!

Why certainly, my dear! And wouldn't you know it, it was JUST Dice's birthday yesterday... I've got a wicked sense of timing. I hope these are to your liking! If not, or if you want some for your birthday instead, let me know. By all means, enjoy!

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

💋

King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift

I do just wanna put out there that this does have a bit of COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL somno content. If this type of writing makes you uncomfortable, these headcanons might not be for you! Please be careful, my dears. <3

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King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift (GAME)

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE—

Your hand frantically slams down on the source of the horrible noise, and you quickly sit up in bed, making sure you shut off your alarm clock completely. 6 AM, on the dot. 

Normally, it would be your husband’s clock to rouse you from your slumber, letting him (and you) know that it’s time to get up and conquer the day. But today is different. Today is a day that King Dice needn’t lift a finger. 

His birthday. 

You hear a low, sleepy groan and the rustling of bed sheets next to you as your lover shifts around in your large bed, stirred by the sudden liveliness of the room. 

You stay completely still, watching him in the dark with wide eyes as he finally settles, letting out a contented sigh. Gentle snoring starts up once again, allowing you to release the breath you were holding. That was close. 

A smile creeps up on your cheeks as you slowly slip out of bed, careful not to rustle around too much in fear of disturbing the sleeping die again. Upon your success, you grin to yourself, pulling the covers back to their proper place. You seal your work with a gentle kiss to Dice’s cheek, earning a rather adorable mumble, and tiptoe out of the room to let him catch some extra z’s. 

Days where the both of you don’t have to work are hard to come by, especially during either one of your birthdays. However, Lucifer seems to have a SLIGHT shred of good left inside him, and your boss finally lets you take a requested day off without too much fuss. 

With a whole lot of luck and some minor pressing, you finally have the chance to celebrate Dice’s special day with no interruptions from the casino, or anything else for that matter. This is a one in a million opportunity for you both, and dammit, you will NOT let it slip by.

You don’t want to have some type of set schedule just yet, however. After all, this is about what Dice might want to do for the day, and your husband can be rather unpredictable.

Some days, all the man wants to do is snuggle up in bed with you, lazily reading with you and indulging in some pleasurable activities in between. Breakfast in bed, lunch on the patio, with a nice quiet dinner eaten carelessly in the kitchen. No need for going out and mingling with the common folk. 

Other days, Dice is truly the life of the party. Both of you are up bright and early to prepare for a wonderful day out on the town, where all the high-end restaurants await. And afterwards, you two would pop into the casino, and enjoy a nice round of drinks together. Maybe even a little while on the dance floor, basking in the attention and ambiance that only Old Scratch’s establishment could provide. The King would insist on paying for everything, simply wanting to spend the night dancing away with you no matter the cost.

You support whatever decision he makes for the day, even if you secretly hope for one or the other. Besides, as long as Dice is happy, why wouldn’t you be? You get to spend the whole time with him on his special day, and that is just perfect for you, no matter what you two are doing. 

However, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few things you can do at home to make Dice’s birthday just that much more special. 

Like making him a nice breakfast, for example. Baking his favorite cake, with dark chocolate batter and strawberry cocoa icing, decorated with chocolate shavings and fresh fruit. Letting him sleep in, while you take care of your usual morning routine as a nice little surprise for him to wake up to. 

And perhaps, even surprising him with a rather pleasurable birthday present to start off the day. That last thought sends an excited chill down your spine, lingering in the back of your brain as you head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Getting frisky with your man as he finishes would be such a treat, both for him and you. 

With your newfound motivation, you quickly prepare Dice’s favorites, your multitasking skills coming quite in handy as you chop your chocolate for the cake while the eggs cook on your skillet. You’ve always been partial to the food Dice has his cards bring you both during a busy work day—they really are excellent cooks. But, there’s something personal about the food you prepare, using the same fresh ingredients. 

It’s just nice to be able to do something around the house yourself, even if it’s just a simple meal. Not only do Dice’s loyal servants catch a bit of a break, but you get the chance to accomplish something your husband will enjoy. 

As the oven timer dings, letting you know that it’s been preheated, you take your eggs off the pan and plate them accordingly: scrambled for you, over-easy for Dice. Perfectly cooked whites, and silky, runny yolks. Just how he likes it. Your bread is still toasting, so you take the time to get your battered cake pans in the oven and clean up a little. You’ve placed multiple pans inside at one time, so the cakes will take a while longer to bake. You estimate about 45 minutes to an hour. Perfect. 

That leaves you time to eat breakfast with Dice in bed, along with a little… different kind of dessert for yourself. 

Your bread finishes toasting just as you start to lose control of your excitement. You slice the pieces into triangles, gathering some butter and jam for the two of you to share. The food looks delicious, steaming hot and perfect for a quiet Saturday morning. Gathering everything onto a tray, you start off back to your chambers, keeping an eye on the clock to remember how much time your cakes have left to bake. 

40 minutes. Plenty of time. 

You quietly creak open the door to the dark bedroom, the morning sun just starting to peek in through the closed curtains. The soft snores you hear let you know that Dice is still asleep, so your movements silence as you creep over to the king sized bed. Smiling fondly, you set down the prepared breakfast on his nightstand and take a seat on his side of the mattress. 

As much as you want him to eat while the food is still hot, the way he’s curled up underneath the duvet is so heartwarming. It’d be such a shame to disturb him as he rests, but what would be more cruel? Waking him too soon, or having him eat cold eggs and pancakes? 

Or… what if you make his little wake-up call more pleasurable, and indulge your desires a little early? 

Now that seems like a much more appealing decision. One that you’re finally willing to act on, after so much hesitation. 

You remember months ago, when you both had talked about occasionally giving in to your pleasures while one of you is asleep. And much to your surprise, Dice had been more than happy to jump on the boat, not only giving you permission to have your way with him at any point, but encouraging it. 

“I trust you, darlin’. We’ve been married for years now, and sometimes, the need strikes when you least expect it. I don’t want you to get yourself into a tizzy just because you don’t want to be some type of burden. If you need to release your stress and I’m asleep, it’s okay if you continue. I surely won’t complain about it~” 

You’ve been worried about breaking your bond many times, even after your conversation (and many reassurances), but what sticks in your mind and eventually convinces you is Dice’s proclamation of the trust he has for you. He and you both know damn well that you want the best for each other, and would never EVER break the trust you have for one another. 

So, with that in mind, you find the courage to act.

Quiet as a mouse and as sly as a fox, you slip under the thick blankets, making your way on top of Dice’s sleeping form. Summer has blessed you with such an amazing gift—it’s much too hot for your lover to wear anything other than boxers to bed. And goodness, he’s so warm… You wonder how the King doesn’t suffer from heat stroke with all these blankets covering him up. 

And yet, you’re thankful for his body temperature. You have your own humanoid heater, warming you up and protecting you from the piercing chill of night. Just another one of Dice’s subtle quirks that make you fall that much more in love with him. 

After taking a second to relish in the comforting cuddles with the sleeping man beneath you, you return to your mission, your fingers grazing over the soft fabric before tugging at the top band, wondering if that would be enough to rouse him. Of course it isn’t. The King has always been such a heavy sleeper. 

Would he even wake up to your pleasant little surprise? Well, there’s only one way to find out. 

With a careful hand, you ever so gently massage his dick through the cloth, your smile growing as Dice starts to whine for you, even in his sleep. God, he’s just so precious, your heart can barely take it. He’s coming undone for you and you’ve barely even touched him yet! 

You continue fondling him with care, your grin widening the more he groans and unconsciously mumbles for you to continue. 

“Mmm… Don’t… Don’t stop… please… can’t wait anymore…” 

Smiling to yourself as his boxers start to tighten from his erection, you figure that you’ve teased enough. It is his birthday, so it wouldn’t be right to keep him waiting, now would it? No, no it certainly wouldn’t. 

“Alright, baby. I won’t make you wait anymore.” You coo lovingly, slipping his briefs down and silently squealing in delight as his cock springs to life. Now that is a sight you’ll never grow tired of. 

Dice’s body is truly a work of art—he’s so unbelievably handsome, you wonder how the hell you ever got so lucky. His skin is crazy smooth to the touch, his muscles perfectly carved, right down to that beautifully throbbing dick, resting between your hands like lock and key. 

He looks absolutely delicious. 

Feeling starving and eager to wake him, you lower your lips onto his tip, thoughtfully sucking every last drop of precum that escapes. Good heavens, he tastes incredible, you wonder if you’ll even be interested in the food you brought once you’re through with him. 

Oh, right, the food. It’s getting cold. Seems like you’d better pick up the pace… 

Once you adjust to the overwhelming pleasure of having Dice’s hardness in your mouth, you slowly start to push your head down, taking in as much as possible until you can barely breathe. 

The sleepy, desperate groans coming from your needy husband only encourage you to go further, speeding up your head bobbing and grabbing onto his toned thighs for support. Good GOD, he tastes incredible. And there’s so much of him, you can barely get it all down your throat. Yet, you manage. The King has trained you well. 

Speaking of the King… 

A sudden hand reaches down and grabs you by the back of your head, causing you to squeak in surprise. You pause your movements, your mouth taking in about half his length, and peer up to see something nothing short of perfection. 

Your gorgeous husband, looking slightly disheveled from sleep, smirks down at you from outside the covers. You hadn’t had the chance to see his facial expression as you worked, not wanting to peek out from underneath the covers, but now that he had lifted the blankets to take a look at what had awoken him? 

You regret not taking a look sooner. 

Amused by your infatuation, Dice laughs softly, leaning forward and brushing a stray hair from your face, wanting to take you in at full view. 

“Well, lookie what we have here… I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty sight in my whole damn life. It looks like you’ve finally taken me up on my offer, huh sugar?” 

You nod in confirmation, blushing like a tomato as you finally realize the situation you’ve put yourself in. You’re having a conversation with him, the first conversation of the day, right in the middle of sucking his dick. You had woken him up, as you had planned, but you really don’t feel like stopping just yet. 

Fortunately, with the way Dice starts to guide you back into motion with his hand, it seems that he doesn’t want you to stop either. 

Your eyes slowly flutter shut as you continue your work with your man’s help, moaning slightly the more Dice pushes your head down on his cock. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you sacrifice your vision, using your ears as your cues to tell whether or not he’s enjoying his little present. 

“Ohh, sweetheart, you’re really spoiling me today, aren’t you? Sweet SATAN, the way you’re using your tongue like that… Mmmm… Don’t stop, darlin’, I’ll never forgive you if you don’t finish the job!~” 

Yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s enjoying it very much. Which is great, because you’re having the best meal of your life. 

Having become so focused on Dice’s moans and praises, you almost fail to notice the building pressure in your mouth, sending your insides into a frenzy. He’s getting close. Oh, shit, he’s getting CLOSE. 

You groan in pleasure as his hand shoves you back down, his tip pushing against the back of your throat and almost causing you to gag. But you manage perfectly well. There’s no chance your reflexes could ruin this moment. For you, or for the birthday boy. 

Slowly and with slight hesitation, you find it in you to open your eyes and take another peek at Dice, and man, are you glad you did. He looks so goddamn hot as he comes undone, getting closer and closer to sweet release. The sweat beading down his muscles, his perfectly square teeth gritted in an effort to contain his instincts, those beautiful eyes tightly squeezed shut. The loud, sensational grunts of pleasure that slip through his teeth, telling you that you’re doing a splendid job. 

Oh lord, the sight is enough to push you to your breaking point, as well. Your legs tremble slightly as your juices flow uncontrollably out of you, effectively soaking through your underwear and a little bit of your bottoms. It’s a good thing you didn’t change into your day clothes yet. 

Throwing his head back, Dice lets out a euphoric scream as he bucks his hips into your mouth, shoving the rest of his length into your mouth. 

“FUCK, BABYDOLL! The food you made smells delicious, but I’m about to stuff you so hard you won’t be able to take a single bite!~” 

Heh. Good. That breakfast is all for him, anyway. To hell with your food, you’re getting something much more appetizing. 

Though, you can’t exactly tell him that. So instead, you show him, by letting out another loud moan and sucking up whatever leakage his tip was providing. The few drops before the storm, so to speak. 

“Shit, SHIT! Baby, I can’t hold it anymore! FuckfuckfUCKFUCK–!” 

Finally! 

Your nails dig slightly into his hips as you brace yourself, moaning as Dice’s seed bursts into your mouth, shooting right down your throat, ceasing your breathing for a minute as you try and gulp down every last drop. He wasn’t lying about his ‘stuffing’ comment earlier—there is a lot for you to swallow down. But gracious, does he taste divine. You don’t give a damn about anything else at the moment; all you need is to take care of the mess your husband made into your mouth. 

Dice pants loudly, trying desperately to catch his breath, his groans elevating an octave as he slowly leans back, allowing you some air as you continue to enjoy your improvised breakfast. Slowly but surely, you finish every single drop of seed that Dice had given you, lifting your head off his cock with a satisfying -pop!- from your lips. 

Starting to catch your breath, you slither upwards from under the sheets, popping your head out of the covers from the opening Dice provides with his arm. Smiling happily to yourself, you lay on top of him once more, appreciating the addicting smell of his natural smoky musk as you enjoy the aftermath of your little morning session. 

Your belly is full, your pelvis is happy, and your husband is satisfied. What a perfect start to the morning, you think to yourself. And goodness, does Dice agree. 

“What a fantastic way to wake up, baby. I gotta say, every year I keep wondering how you might surprise me on my birthday, and you come through every time. You’re truly a peach, darlin’.”

“Aww, how sweet of you, sugarcube! But enough about me, this is a day about you. Happy birthday, Dice. While I’m happy to hear that you’ve enjoyed your wake-up call, that’s not the only trick I have up my sleeve…”

To prove your point, you gesture to the breakfast tray waiting for him with all of his special foods you had prepared, still warm even after everything you both have done together. Dice picks up the tray with an elated grin, kissing the top of your tired head as he balances both you and the tray in the bed. 

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have! This looks and smells delicious, as always. I’ll never understand why you insist on spoiling me so much.” 

“Nonsense, my King. Only the best for you, right? Especially on your birthday.”

You smile warmly as you watch Dice eat, occasionally offering you a bite and laughing softly at each refusal you give. He wasn’t expecting to have actually stuffed you so much you lost your appetite. A shame to him, since the food tastes wonderful, but an absolute win for you, since your breakfast was much more rewarding. 

You’re just glad that your husband is enjoying what you’ve made for him, despite the tray having sat on the nightstand for the last hour or so. Despite the slight burning smell that reaches your nose, making you wonder if you had spent a little too much time cooking the pancakes.  

Wait. No, the pancakes are fine. But… 

Fuck!

“SHIT, baby, your cake!” You shriek in horror, quickly scrambling out of Dice’s grip. “Your cake is burning!!” 

Dice takes a moment, sniffing the air to try and understand what you’re talking about, before chuckling sweetly. On ANY OTHER occasion, a sound that would send you right into the heavens. 

“I suppose we got a little carried away, didn’t we?” 

“Dice, that’s not the point! The cake is STILL in the oven!!” You shriek back, rushing out of the room to try and salvage the havoc that is wreaking in your kitchen. 

Dice watches you go for a moment, his groggy brain still trying to process what’s going on. But seconds later, he’s running right after you, laughing every step of the way and teasing the absolute hell out of you for causing such a ruckus at 8 in the morning. 

While you might not ever see why, Dice can’t help but think to himself as he watches you mourn the loss of the cake that hadn’t even been completed yet… 

Truly, the start of one of the best birthdays he’s ever had.

King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift (SHOW)

Ugh. Morning, already. 

Your eyes squeeze tightly shut for a moment, trying to block out the annoyingly beautiful sunlight that starts to peek inside from the blinds of your large windows. As beautiful as the curtains of your bed’s canopy are, they are just no match for the sun’s glory. 

Giving up on sleep, you slowly squint your eyes open, blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the morning that had oh-so-quickly crept up on you. Luckily, your eyes are met with a sight so pretty that your crankiness fades away completely at the drop of a hat. 

You’re met face to face with your darling husband, who is still sound asleep and snoring quietly in your ear, completely oblivious to the morning light that had disturbed you. Sometimes, you still wonder how you were lucky enough to fall into the sights of the legendary King Dice, but life is always full of beautiful surprises. 

Such as the surprise of a rare day off, that you had failed to realize until just a few seconds ago. Dice, still in bed with you? Sleeping soundly, even as the morning light pours in? Thank you, Satan! 

Not wanting to disturb your lover, you crane your head to the side, checking the date on the calendar, your heart skipping several beats as the realization dawns on you. It’s no wonder Dice has the day off today. 

It’s his birthday! 

This is perfect. Not only is today a day for Dice to take it easy and celebrate his special day, but it’s the weekend, meaning you don’t have to work either. You both have the entire day to spend together, however Dice wants. This is an opportunity that neither of you have had for weeks, and the fact that the stars finally align in your favor on his birthday, no less? Well, how could you not be excited?

You don’t know how the whimsical showman might want to spend his day off, as his mood can change by the hour. However, there’s no doubt in your mind that he would at least love a good breakfast with you, right? And of course, a purple velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. Truly a staple that has lasted in your little household for years.

Excited to get the day started, you move to get up, but a pair of arms you didn’t realize were wrapped around you hold you back. You look down to examine your situation, and to your amusement, you realize that Dice started clinging to you in the middle of the night, and is now the obstacle that is keeping you from moving out of the bed. 

Normally, you would answer his unconscious pleas, and stay in bed with him to snuggle. As much as you would feel the need to be productive, there’s just something about the way his strong arms envelope you in his warmth that always convinces you to sleep in along with him. 

But not today. 

Even if it is his birthday, you have things planned for his morning other than sleeping it away. So you slowly, carefully, slide out of his grip, your heart aching slightly as Dice groans softly in protest. 

To ease him back into blissful dreamland, you bring the warm comforter back over his shoulders, planting a loving kiss to the three-face of his head. Feeling relaxed and loved, a smile forms across the sleeping die’s lips, and he lets out a low, satisfied hum as he drifts back off completely. 

You allow your erratic heart to slow down once again, thankful for your success in keeping him asleep as you silently sneak out of the posh bedroom, closing the blinds on your way out to keep the light as dim as possible. 

Slowly closing the door behind you, you head to the kitchen with a spring in your step, ideas of many possible birthday surprises flowing in your head. As you prep your ingredients and preheat your oven, you wonder if there’s something extra you could give Dice to make his morning that much more special. Of course, a beautiful cake and delicious breakfast are in order, but you make breakfast all the time, and cake is something everyone has on their birthday. 

As you chop up your toppings for Dice’s omelette, adding your ingredients for his cake into the mixer, you ponder over something more personal you could give him. Something that comes from you, and ONLY you. That no one else could replicate…

Bingo. 

You’ve got it. And boy, will it be good. Maybe, if you play this right, you could sway your lover into the idea of staying in for the day, anyway. 

Eventually, your cake pans head into the oven, and your beaten eggs are added to the pans waiting on the stove, piping hot with fresh butter. While your cakes bake, you work on your sides, whipping up some fruit salad, perfectly golden toast, and bacon. 

By the time your omelettes finish cooking, you’ve got about 10 minutes left for your cakes, so you decide to play it safe and just wait it out. In the meantime, you run your plates under some hot water to keep them warm, setting up everything for breakfast so it not only stays heated, but it looks (and smells) wonderful. 

By the time you finish plating, your mental timer dings in your head, and you quickly pull out the cake pans, setting them on the cooling rack. You’ll ice the tiers later. It can be a fun way to spend the rest of your morning with Dice anyway, after breakfast. 

Satisfied with your work, you grab your tray and make your way back to the bedroom, carefully turning the doorknob and stepping inside. 

Dice is still fast asleep, so you make sure your movements are quiet as you head over to the bed, sitting the tray on his nightstand and crawling back under the sheets. 

Watching him rest, you can’t help but smile softly, admiring the way he looks. Buried beneath the blankets, slightly curled up, completely dead to the world… It’s honestly so sweet, you don’t even want to disturb him. 

But yet, you don’t want his breakfast to be cold, either. Plus, you don’t want him to sleep the entire morning away, when you’ve got a special surprise planned for him. 

You carefully scoot closer to Dice, taking in a few more precious moments of his sleeping face before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Of course, your mark of affection doesn’t do much to rouse the tired showman, and the most you get is a quiet murmur. You’ll need to do more than that. 

With a loving smile, you gently rub up and down his bicep, chuckling quietly as he wraps his arms back around you and pulls you closer. You continue your kisses, planting several more gentle pecks onto his pip for a nose, his cheeks, his mustache, the bottom edge of his head, and eventually, you start to peck his lips. 

Over. And over again. Wrapping your arms around his neck area, your hands cupping his three-face and four-face as you continue to press loving, sweet kisses all over your husband's beautiful lips. 

To your delight, Dice starts to laugh sleepily, starting to return your kisses and holding you tighter. His hands caress your wonderful skin as you make out with one another, his eyes slowly fluttering open as you finally take a second for some air. 

While you catch your breath, the showman watches you in adoration, grinning drowsily and cupping your cheek. 

“My, my… what a pleasant surprise. It seems I have woken up to a beautiful angel, blessing my morning with the most wonderful of kisses.~” 

Blushing at his flirtatious ‘good morning’ (and that captivating morning voice, to boot), you smile back up at him and press another peck to his lips, only proving his point. 

“Good morning to you too, my Number One. Happy birthday!” You greet warmly, pressing your forehead against his and giggling excitedly. 

Dice sits up in bed with you, pulling you into his lap and relishing in the melodious echoes of your laughter. A beautiful sound that couldn’t possibly be replicated, or replaced. God, how he loves you. 

“Why thank you, my dear! Here’s to another fantastic year of being the luckiest husband alive.” 

“I’m the one who’s lucky, Dice…” you grin, snuggling into your rightful place on top of him with your head resting against his shoulder. “The living legend, everyone’s favorite master of ceremonies, choosing me as his spouse? Now THAT is what I call luck.” 

“You forget that you had me hooked first, my love. Don’t you remember how desperate I was to call you mine? To have you all for myself? You had me reeling from the moment I first saw you in my audience, all those years ago.” 

Dammit, that’s sweet. Dice is such a sweetheart to you. On his own birthday, as well. You’ll never be able to get used to the butterflies he plants in your stomach with every word he utters. 

God, you just want to kiss him. 

Shaking your head, you throw your arms back around him, shoving him back down as you start pecking his face all over again. 

“Ohhh, Dice, you always know just what to say!” 

Laughing in jubilation over winning your battle of charms, your husband hugs you close and cups your face, smirking down at you once you’ve lost your breath once more. 

“Of course I do, doll. After all, I am your Number One. I've got to live up to the name, right?” 

A certain wonderful smell finally reaches his nose, and the showman turns to the nightstand in confusion to look for the source. His gaze lands on the perfectly plated tray you had sat on his bedside table, eyes widening slightly as he takes in just how delicious everything looks. 

“My word, doll, did you make all of this?” 

Smirking in triumph, you lean up and kiss just under his chin, nodding against his head as his mouth starts to water. 

“Mhm! All for you, my love. A breakfast fit for a king, and nothing less!” 

“Oh, baby, this looks amazing!!” Dice smiles warmly, giving you a loving squeeze in gratitude as he sets the tray over the bed. “You treat me so well. It’ll be hard to beat this kind of pampering the next time your birthday comes around.” 

“Hush about all that, King! You always find creative ways to make my birthdays special. Every year. I’m simply returning the favor. Now eat, before it gets cold.” 

Knowing better than to let your food go to waste, Dice obeys, savoring every bite of the meal you prepared him. There’s no way in hell the man could ever grow tired of your cooking, that’s for sure. Everything you’ve made is delicious and he’s sure to tell you that, offering you several bites along the way. 

But you? No, you’re more interested in something else… 

You haven’t forgotten about the special present you had been meaning to give him, on top of eating together. 

As Dice finishes up his omelette, he looks at you in slight dismay at the thought of you cooking all that food, and not taking a single bite. 

“Doll, are you sure you’re not hungry? I’d hate for you to not eat anything when all you’ve done this morning is cook for me. Is there something I could fix up for y—”

“Oh no, honey. Don’t you worry about all that. Besides, you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless I’m there, so you don’t burn the whole place down. However, there is something I’m much more interested in having this morning, that wouldn’t require you to lift even a finger.” 

Swallowing his last mouthful, Dice sets the tray aside and rests his hands on your sides, raising an intrigued eyebrow at your sudden seductive aura. 

“Oh? And what might that be, sweetness?” 

You smirk, drumming your fingers up his chest and slowly pulling back the folds of his nightrobe. Dice sighs shakily in want as you rest your head against his chest, breathing heavily as you sensually undo the robe’s knot tied in the front. 

“Well, let’s just say that breakfast isn’t the only surprise I have for you this morning. Now, just sit back and relax, baby. I’ll take it from here.”

Immediately laying back against the pillows, Dice watches you work your magic, peeling back the sheets and straddling his lap. Leaning forward, you press a few extra kisses to his chest as you gently massage his hardening cock through his boxers, chuckling at every pleasured whine that escapes his lips. 

“Don’t you fret, babylove. I know what you want, and I promise, I’ll give it to you.” 

Smiling as Dice grips the sheets with his fists in anticipation, you carefully slide down his boxers to reveal your prize, which is throbbing for your touch. And who are you to refuse? 

You slowly lean your head down, gripping onto Dice’s hips to keep him and yourself steady, licking your lips eagerly to enjoy the meal that you had been waiting for ever since you had started cooking. 

Your mouth finds its home right on Dice’s tip, your tongue enjoying the salty taste of the precum that leaks as your husband tries his best not to lose it too soon. Such a well behaved gentleman, even on his birthday… 

He really does deserve to be satisfied. 

Once you’re settled comfortably, you start to bob your head up and down Dice’s length, the sweet sweet groans and cries of pleasure that escape your lover’s throat dancing in your ears. A part of you can’t tell who’s more pleasured at the moment, and you wonder if you might be spoiling yourself on a day that’s supposed to be about your beloved showman. 

But hey, Dice is obviously enjoying himself very much… just look at how he crumbles beneath you, one of his hands grabbing the back of your head, encouraging you to continue. His desperate demands for you to continue, to go deeper, faster, until you almost choke. 

You can handle it, of course. After all, you’re his ‘Number One’ just as much as he is yours, right? 

“Ohh, BABYDOLL, you’re driving me crazy! Good gracious, don’t you dare stop!” Dice shrieks, his head leaning back as he starts to move his hips in sync with your head. “Holy shit… holy shit, holy SHIT!~” 

Yeah, you’re definitely his Number One. Just look at how he’s melting in your arms! 

He’s such a sweetheart to you, in and out of the bedroom. He deserves every single ounce of pleasure he feels right now. Every cry, groan, praise, and hiss, is only motivation for you to continue. To push yourself harder. Harder. 

Both of you find your rhythm together, and soon enough, your room is filled with the wonderful symphony of whines, Dice’s deep voice guiding and praising you, and the sound of silky sheets rustling. Heavenly. Goodness, is it heavenly. 

You don’t regret refusing bites of Dice’s breakfast one bit. He tastes amazing, and judging by the way he twitches inside your mouth, you can tell that he has a lot in store for you when you finally grant him release. 

The thought only makes you hungrier. In fact, you’re starving. You need to get him to cum inside you, now. Otherwise, there’s just no telling what you might do. 

Experimenting with your hands, you start to run them up and down Dice’s toned sides, enjoying the smooth, silky feeling of his ivory skin against your fingers. You massage each and every part of his body you can reach, soothing his aching muscles and still making sure he’s secure while you suck him off. 

The results are splendid. Dice’s other hand finds its way on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your flesh in an attempt to ground himself. His groans double in volume, and now, he’s practically screaming your name, egging you on as you pleasure him with your hands and mouth. God, it’s like all he ever wanted was a damn massage; maybe you should have moved your hands sooner. 

“FUCK, BABY! Right there, rIGHT THERE–! Please, please, I BEG you, don’t stop what you’re doing! Ohhhh, GOD!” 

What a beautiful sound to your eardrums. His growls and moans are some of the most invigorating noises you’ve ever been lucky enough to hear. Especially when he just woke up, adding that extra layer of drowsy husk… Good LORD, you’re starting to get close, and Dice’s sounds and movements are not helping your case. 

You groan loudly as your head is guided back down, taking him in his entirety and stuffing your mouth completely. The taste of your own saliva mingled with the droplets of seed leaking from Dice’s tip are a delectable appetizer, but you’re starting to get desperate as well. You can’t hold up forever—you need to get him to release in your mouth. Quickly. 

Your nails dig into the sides of Dice’s waist, prompting a surprised scream from your frenzied husband. You smile eagerly to yourself as you feel a familiar pressure build up both in your mouth and between your legs. You’re in the final stretch, and Dice is sure to make it known. 

“SWEET SATAN, doll, I’m getting close! FUCK, I’m getting close! You better brace yourself, I don’t think I can take it much longer!~” 

Good. Don’t take it, then. You’d want nothing more than to lighten his load for him, and while you can’t talk to him at the moment, you’re sure to physically let him know by exaggerating your groans and moving your head as fast as you can. 

“SHIT! BABY, I'M CUMMING–!” 

Yes!

Your own fluids burst from between your legs as you finally get the chance to reap the rewards of your labor, Dice’s cock finally releasing his seed down your throat in an otherworldly explosion. There’s so much, and it just keeps coming. You suppose there’s a reason why Dice had warned you to brace yourself; if you weren’t prepared, you would have surely been caught off guard. 

But you’re much better than that. And you prove it, by taking every. Last. Drop. 

Even your husband is surprised as he watches you take in his orgasm, barely even flinching as you swallow his seed like it’s your last meal. God, does it feel that way. You had been wanting this for what feels like forever. 

Eventually, you finally get the chance to lift your head off of his cock, which your tongue had thoroughly licked clean. Dice pants heavily as he tries to calm himself, immediately embracing you as soon as you collapse on top of him, trying to catch your breath yourself. 

That was certainly worth the wait. 

“D-doll…” Dice huffs out, his hands resting over your warm stomach. “That… That was…” 

“And that’s just one of the presents I have in store for you, baby.” You murmur back, smiling warmly as you both breathe heavily together, slowly coming down from the ride. “And if you’d like, we can stay in for the day, and I’ll show you a hell of a lot more where that came from.” 

Dice stares at you in utter infatuation, his gaze jumping back and forth between your panting form and the empty tray resting on his nightstand. It does not take the showman long to decide. 

“You’re asking me, if I’d like to stay home all day, and not have to touch any of those dreadful pests or sign a single autograph? You’re offering to relax with me here, in this bed, and treat me like this? All day?” 

Sheepishly, you nod, looking up at him hopefully and taking his hands. 

“Of course, it’s up to you. If you want to head out and bask in the public, then we can certainly–”

“No.” 

You blink in surprise, squeaking in delight as your lover hugs you closer, gripping your jawline with his hand. 

“We’re staying right here. In this house. All day. If that was only the start of what you have planned for me here? I never want to leave this damn house again.” 

Grinning elatedly, you lean up and press a gentle kiss to Dice’s lips, your limbs entangling with one another as you both try desperately to get closer to each other. 

“If that’s what you want, my love. There are also some cakes cooling on the rack in the kitchen, if you’d like to help me frost it later. I made purple velvet, your favorite!”

“Oh, I’ll help you frost the cake alright… But there’s a different kind of cake I hope to have, as well.” Smirking wickedly, Dice’s hands wrap around your back and make their way down to your ass, giving each of your cheeks a seductive squeeze. You shudder in excitement, grinning just as mischievously as you tackle your husband in another round of heated kisses.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday, indeed.

[silkythewriter]

hi this is devil/dice anon again!! I was wondering if I could get hcs for a reader who just smothers the two with affection totally out of the blue one day, just for fun :] again can be seperate/poly/both!! no stress if you don’t feel like it, I hope you’re havin a good day <3

Course!

🍡Devil and dice getting smothered with affection by the reader!🍡

Summary: Devil and dice getting smothered with affection by the reader!

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: Hello anon! Thank you for requesting again! <3 i hope you like this one as much as the other one!

Fandom!:Cuphead!

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✨🎲King dice💜✨

I feel like he would freeze up before slowly getting used to it, once he does he absolutely adores it!

Sometimes on hard days he absolutely loves when you do this it makes his day a bit more barely and to be honest if he had a choice I feel like he would love to spend hours cuddling you!. But sadly being the devils help man is a very busy job but trust me when he gets back he’ll make up for it <3.

As I said he loves playing around and flustering you in public but In situations like this I feel like he’s the flustered one

If you guys are alone and have no where to be he would gladly allow you to kiss his face as much as you want! Sometimes though he does have to wipe it off due to having to go off in public. But when that happens he usually just sneaks back to you and gets another one 💀

The only reason he doesn’t like showing physical affection in public is because it can be easily disturbed also he doesn’t like when others he doesn’t know get into his personal life and start asking to many questions so please don’t take it personally! ):

He would shower you with affection back just a little bit more tame, like holding hands and kissing! But when it come to cuddling you have to take a bit of charge cause he doesn’t wanna accidentally make you uncomfortable

Sometimes when you do give him affection out of the blue he would tease you for it but in a joking manner, sometimes you cant tell if he’s flustered depending on what you did like say you held his hand he is most definitely flustered but can hide it quickly and easily. But on the other hand if you were to kiss him on the face or hug him out of no where he has trouble hiding his blushing mess of a face

He definitely doesn’t let you do it near the devil or cup brothers because he for sure knows he won’t hear the end of it from either one of them. As much as he loves you he hates when people ( other then you) tease him. But sometimes he does hold your hand or kiss you when no one’s looking <3

He’s a gentleman so he would definitely kiss the back of your hand as a thanks or just give a lot of his attention to you!

❤️‍🔥The devil❤️‍🔥

I feel like he does the same to you so he doesn’t mind much!

He actually really loves it when you do but he would definitely brag to his henchmen and any other demon near him!

Like I said previously he would definitely wrap his tail around you and probably pull you closer to him so he can give back some affection as well!

He’s very affectionate so I feel like he would do this often and unlike king dice he doesn’t really care where cause no one would dare tease him about it! I mean who would? He’s the devil

Whatever demon or person that interrupts you and him cuddling or really anything else is instantly getting burned or scared off, sometimes you have to calm him down or else they might end up in hell even though they aren’t supposed to- (￣ー￣ 💧)

You definitely have to give him random affection when he’s in rage cause the only thing keeping the city and forest safe from the raging fires of hell is you which mug man and cuphead is very thankful for having you around when they piss him off💀

Is OBSESSED with you petting his fur or untangling it while cuddling like he’ll just sit there for hours as you do so purring. And the only thing that can probably make him move is you asking or the two cup brothers being annoying but other then that it’s basically impossible-

Sometimes king dice or the devils henchmen get confused when he’s going ballistic and immediately calms down when you inter the room like dude can be setting fires and shouting but when he sees you in the room he’s just like “ oh hello dear!” It’s honestly a bit scary-

He’s a big drama queen when you guys have to stop and have to do something especially when you tell him you got to go to meet up with a friend or something he gets really whiny and dramatic 💀

💜King dice + the devil❤️‍🔥

Oh boy good luck if one of them isn’t enough imagine both of them-

They both would do it together and everything they even map out when your about to give the affection randomly- its like a 6th sense- they usually do this so they can do it before you and absolutely fluster the hell out of you

I feel like you and the devil do the same but king dice is in your potion like not knowing you two are going to. But sometimes he can tells somethings up and try’s figuring out but the devil is very good at lying ( I feel ) so he’ll hide both of your tracks with ease

They both like sandwiching you between them while you guys cuddle! They love it especially sense they find it adorable

Sense dice doesn’t really show PDA the devil would make up for the lack of it! ( if you like it of course!) he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you or out right kissing you in front of anyone, sense no one would say anything nor intrude. But sense people know King dice is also apart of the relationship I feel like King dice would start showing more of it sense people would be less likely to bother him and you

I feel like their competitive ( as said in my last HC I did about them!) so who ever wins more of your affection wins, but of course this all ends up in a tie due to you mostly giving them the same amount of affection, also you mostly give affection to both of them at the same time so they didn’t really plan that out 💀

Sometimes cuphead and mugman accidentally interrupt you guys spending time with eachother like E.X: you, king dice, and the devil are just minding your business going shopping, Eating, etc. Until cuphead bumps into the devil and they both start to argue ( about anything really 💀) while mug man looks a dice with a nervous smile. King dice starts arguing with him too and it all turns into a small fight honestly, you have to pull both of them away while they spit small insults at the cup brothers while glaring at them. Honestly after that they both just drag you to bed to relax after the heated argument

Sometimes when you give both of them kisses,hugs, and other things out of the blue they both have mixed reactions, like the devil will go full head on flirting with you and doing the same thing while king dice is just a blushing mess as he gives you a quick kiss back 💀

Overall these two are absolute idiots in love for you ( and each other ofc) but they can be a handful but somehow you manage ( to others surprise 💀)

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Um.. can I get jealous Devil and King Dice from the cuphead show?

A/N: Oh, Anon, you are playing a dangerous game here.

Jokes aside, this was a fun little challenge to work with. These versions of KD and the Devil are a stark contrast from their game counterparts, so hopefully I managed to capture their essence here! Also, I had run with the assumption that this had leaned towards a “x Reader” route. If you had wanted something else, feel free to shoot me a message to let me know!

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Jealous! King Dice hcs:

Jealousy is an emotion King Dice is all too intimate with. 

However, he’s usually on the receiving end of it. Not that he could blame them. He’s a star; beautiful to admire, and just always out of reach. He’s handsome, charismatic, talented, etc. It wasn’t all uncommon for him to have men and women alike fawn over him, much to the ire of their lovers. 

Not that he had cared, of course. To King Dice, it was nothing more than a game; a spectacle for him to sit back and observe, a wry smirk on his face as he struggles to fight back laughter. It’s simultaneously an ego boost and a power trip wrapped in a pretty green package.

The die has been doing it for so long that he had thought himself immune to it; completely confident that he’s the master of that old snake of jealousy.

….So why does watching you smile and laugh with another man in the crowd annoy him to no end? 

Heat flooded Dice’s chest as he watched the man whisper something in your ear. You mutely gasp, playfully slapping at the stranger’s shoulder as you cover your mouth to hide your smile. 

The sight is enough to make him falter. So much so that he had missed his cue, forcing him to cough into a gloved fist; scrambling to maintain a mask of professionalism. However, as he catches that mook turning over to you, eyes gleaming with mirth, King Dice felt his smile grow strained.

King Dice fights to continue on as normal, desperate to ignore the ever growing tightness in his chest. His gaze trails back towards you periodically, the pressure in his chest growing worse as he fights against the urge to mean mug the guy next to you. 

No, he isn’t jealous, Dice silently tells himself.  He just doesn’t like the look of that sleazebag near you. Not to mention that he’s the one hosting this game show– your eyes should be on him. 

It doesn’t take long for King Dice to eventually snap and invite the stranger flirting with you to come roll the dice.

Once he does, the usual banter Dice has with guests becomes barbed. So much so that the audience can’t tell if the die’s remarks are genuine. The moment the poor sap successfully got past the final round, King Dice didn’t hesitate to shove him towards the “prize” room. 

Perhaps it’s childish of him to behave this way. This wasn’t very becoming for a man of his caliber; cool and collected with the dry wit to back it up. 

Not that King Dice had actually cared about that. He’s too drunk off the satisfaction of seeing the hollow shell of that little shit out in the alleyways. 

Whenever he’s confronted about it, however, Dice tries to shrug it off. He’s quick to lay down the charm– desperate to find a way to talk his way out of it. He’d die of embarrassment if you ever found out.

Jealous! Devil Hcs:

Throughout history and countless works of art, the Devil was considered the embodiment of sin. Pride, wrath, greed– you name it. The demon is all too familiar with it. So, naturally, it’s safe to assume envy could be found in his repertoire. 

Much like his right hand man, the Devil, too, thought himself above trivial jealousy. He’s the Devil– king of the underworld and is equipped with all the magic and power anyone could ever want. There’s nothing he could ever get jealous about. 

And if he is– no he isn’t. He’ll deny, deny, deny until he’s blue in the face. Then the demon would go brood in his office, a cigar in hand while he silently glares at the wall; ears occasionally twitching in annoyance. 

Any imps on duty are quick to steer clear and lay low. Even if their hands ache and their eyes burn in their overworked state, they’ll happily endure it for another century if it meant that they could avoid the wrath of the Devil.

Unlike King Dice, however, the demon has zero qualms about lashing out. If his loyal right hand wasn’t safe, then heaven forbid what’d happen if someone dared try to steal you away from him. 

Your lover is a possessive man. If he had it his way, he’d keep you in a gilded cage for him alone. However, as vile he is, the demon isn’t without his reasons. A small yet vocal part of him is afraid. Afraid that you’d one day leave him for someone else.

He is not any easy man to love, neither was he kind. And yet being with you has coaxed out the softer, squishier parts of his soul; baring them for you to embrace or break. The Devil wouldn’t dare say it aloud, but he’d be distraught if he ever lost you.

So when that green-eyed monster called jealousy rears its ugly ahead, the Devil is ready to stake his claim on you. At first, he’ll attempt to be subtle about it. He’ll loom behind you, fur bristled and glaring daggers at the poor soul you’re talking to. Whenever you turn around, the demon would look away– half-heartedly pretending to look disinterested while his tail snakes itself around your leg. 

However, the minute your unwanted suitor grows bolder, all bets are off. Flames engulf the scene as panicked bystanders scatter like mice. You arrive to find your lover pinning the poor sod to the wall, the prongs of his trident dangerously close to their neck. 

By the time you’ve gotten him to calm down, the Devil’s already stolen their soul and is ready to drag you to his office caveman style. Once you’re alone together, the demon becomes clingy and broody as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck; clutching onto you tightly, afraid you would disappear. 

Please cuddle and reassure that you love this prideful man… He genuinely needs it.

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[crypticjackal13]

The Confession Headcanons were so adorable! Thank you for making the Headcanons. My heart absolutely warmed. I have something lingering in my mind lately, how would you picture Mayor, Syntax and Red Son having a enemies to lovers trope with you? -🎲 Anon

Enemies to lovers my beloved 💞

Mayor, Syntax, and Redson x GN!Reader, Enemies to Lovers Headcanons!

Mayor

You two probably met via Bone Demon BS. 

You may have a neat little artifact that he’s after for his lady, so naturally he goes after you. Unlike many of his other victims, however…you are scarily good at getting away from him.

He’s a ruthless hunter, you have to admit. You learn bits and pieces about him while you play cat and mouse, and it leads to an interesting type of friendship.

He shows up, you two have a pleasant conversation, he tries to steal from you, and you grab a spray bottle full of holy water and kick him out. 

Honestly, the routine is refreshing for him! It’s hard being a zombie, running a city, AND serving a demon mistress!

After he gets his butt handed to him by Wukong, interrogated by the gang, and then promptly gets left behind by his lady, he shows up after everything is over to talk to you. 

He’s in a sorry state…you almost feel bad for him. But he swears that he’s not trying to get anything from you. He just wants to spend time with a comforting familiar face.

It takes a while, but you both really connect with each other and eventually you end up dating :)

Syntax

When his queen sent him to find more potential spider subjects, he thought he’d have a harder time.

You have a lot of potential. You’re dedicated, hardworking…you really do meet the criteria!

Unfortunately for him, you were there during the first spider attack, so you’ve got a darn good idea about how to fend off any potential arachnid attackers. 

He keeps on trying with you, and one day you catch him face to face. You actually manage to beat him up pretty bad—Huntsman laughed at him for hours after he got back to the base

But he knew that this wasn’t about a subject anymore…no, he was delighted in being YOUR enemy. 

He targets you in his schemes a lot, and you can really tell how much of a tsundere he actually is once you’ve been kicking him off of the fire escape for long enough.

Eventually you start leaving peace offerings. Like c’mon, this man is built like a twig, give him some snacks

He finds it odd but he welcomes the meals. Things slow down and even though he still gets on your nerves…you consider him to be your friend.

Once all the Bone Demon BS is over, it takes a hot second but he starts showing up again, and as you both recover from the near end of the world, you click really nicely and you’ll actually probably be the first to make any moves!

Redson

You’re the child of a different demon family, but one that has been allied with the Demon Bull Family for ages. So naturally you two were SUPPOSED to be friends.

Buuuut it’s kinda hard trying to be friends with a kid who not only has mad daddy issues but also mad anger issues. 

Your families still get along but by the gods they don’t leave you two unsupervised because something will be set on fire or destroyed.

You two constantly push each other’s buttons, ESPECIALLY as adults, and sometimes you thwart Redson’s schemes on purpose just to mess with them. 

…and directly after you go over to their place to have dinner and gossip with his mom.

Some special event happens, perhaps a celebration of the fact that the world didn’t end

Hear me out. It’s a gala. Everyone’s dressed up. Including you and Red.

There’s a dance. EVERYONE NEEDS A PARTNER. YOU AND RED ARE DANCE PARTNERS AND EVEN THOUGH YOU BOTH ACT LIKE YOU HATE IT…

you gotta admit to each other that man, you both look fineeee. 

They tell you that they’ve done some reflecting since the apocalypse began and ended, and they know that most of the time they seem upset(because mostly they are) 

but they do feel some sense of contentment when they’re with you. And do you feel the same? And why do you have that weird smile? No no no do NOT DIP ME—

“I like you too, Red Boy.” >:3

/////// “IT’S REDSON” >:V

[oneshlut]

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR!!

If I get any other requests for characters that aren't on this list, I'll be sure to add them! So yeah, subject to change.

Rules for Requesting

Masterlist

The Lorax

- The Once-ler

- The Greed-ler

Villainous

- Dr. Flug

- Demencia

- Blackhat

- 5.0.5. (platonic only)

- Ghoul

Sonic

- Sonic (platonic only)

- Tails (platonic only)

- Knuckles

- Shadow

- Rouge

- Blaze

- Silver

- Metal

Tangled

- Varian

- Eugene

- Lance

- Cassandra

Five Nights at Freddy's

- Bonnie (all game vers./platonic only)

- Sun/Moon/Eclipse (platonic only)

- Glamrock Freddy (platonic only)

- Michael Afton

- Phone Guy

- Henry Emily

- Vanessa

- Mike Schmidt (movie)

- Vanessa Afton (movie)

MLP

- Twilight Sparkle

- Rarity

- Pinkie Pie

- Fluttershy

- Applejack

- Celestia

- Luna

- Cadance

- Chrysalis

- (all equestria girls vers. of these)

Fionna + Cake

- Simon Petrikov

- Fionna

- Marshall

The Amazing Digital Circus

- Caine (platonic only)

- Pomni

- Ragatha

- Jax

- Zooble

- Kinger

- Gangle (platonic only)

Gravity Falls

- Stanford/Ford

- Bill Cipher

Hazbin Hotel

- Alastor

- Sir Pentious

- Angel Dust

- Tom Trench

- Husk

- Lucifer

- Niffty (platonic only)

- Vox

- Rosie (platonic only)

Steven Universe

- Pearl

- Amethyst

- Steven (Future only)

- Connie (Future only)

- Spinel

Trolls

- Velvet

- Veneer

Dialtown

- Oliver Swift

- Randy Jade

- Ticket Jerry

- Curie

- Pierre

- Roger

- Tango

Etc.

- Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors)

- J.D. (Heathers: The Musical)

- Selever (FNF)

- King Dice (Cuphead)

- N (Murder Drones)

- Rouxls Kaard (Deltarune)

[hebimoonlightwrites]

plsss headcanons for dice (hypmic), hajun, riou and kanata on how "they would act jealous" with their adorable darling who usually doesn't pay attention around her jdbdjsbs for example that a stranger is flirting with her or they are taking pictures of her without her noticing bill

Writer's corner: Ohh! This one is going to be fun to write! Thank you for requesting! Here, hope you like it! If not, please, let me know so I can write another one for you! Enjoy~

Warnings:What anon has asked for and a some bad words, sorry about it!

⋆𝓓𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓗𝓪𝓳𝓾𝓷, 𝓡𝓲𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪⋆ 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓼/𝓸

⋆Dice would show his jealousy so clearly!

⋆We always see him as a clumsy, loud and sometimes fool gambler, especially in the anime (like in the episode with the MTC when he loses his money again..)

⋆But I’m sure that if he was in a relationship with some sweet and maybe-too-much innocent girl, he’d protect her so much!

⋆Like, seriously.. we know how Dice really loves money and winning, so probably she’d be like a giant treasure box to him.

⋆So if his s/o talked to a guy, at first Dice wouldn’t really mind it. I mean, she’s free to talk to friends, of course, he’s not that yandere-type guy who keeps his girlfriend just for himself!

⋆So he’d look at her smiling, happy that she has a friend to talk to while he’s busy gambling.

⋆After a while, realizing that the stranger actually isn’t her friend, because he’s being too clingy or taking some pictures of her without asking, he’d stand up immediately and left the table where he was gambling, only to reach her as soon as possible.

⋆I’m sure he’d approach and put his left hand on her shoulder.

⋆It’d be surely awkward at first, ‘cause he’d say something like:

“Yo, babe, who’s this?”

⋆He’d be just there, looking at the stranger with an angry expression on his face.

⋆Also he’d try so hard to make that stranger understand that she’s his and only his.. He’d kiss her in front of him and things like this.

⋆He’d be still beside her until that guy goes away and then ask her to stay next to him until they both leave the casino.

⋆But if the guy is still behaving like a creep and seems to have the intention to keep bothering and disrespect his s/o, Dice would immediately shout at him to let her be.

⋆”You creep, let my girlfriend be, or you’re gonna regret it!!”

⋆Actually I do imagine him also getting into a fight with that creep, if it’s necessary.

⋆That’s because Dice’s Riou’s friend so I pretty headcanon him training with that soldier sometimes! Why not?

⋆Anyway, contrary to what some people could think, I personally imagine Dice being a protective boyfriend in this kind of cases.

⋆After the creep goes away, I also imagine Dice having a cute annoyed face, maybe also forgetting that he was playing some minutes before.

⋆”Ugh.. 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓮.... wait- MY MONEY-!!!!”

⋆Hajun is so good at hiding his actual emotions and thoughts (that’s why I also think he’d be one of Gentaro’s good friend- lol).

⋆So his jealousy wouldn’t be so clear, at least for his dear adorable and oblivious s/o.

⋆But it’d be pretty clear and also a little bit scary to the creep who’s decided to bother her.

⋆Contrary to what I’ve written about Dice before, Hajun would be a little bit jealous also finding his s/o talking to one of her actual male friend.

⋆He has some insecurities about himself even if he’s a famous model and rapper, as we know..

⋆So he’d be sadly hoping to himself that she wouldn’t find anyone more flawless than him. He doesn’t want to feel unwanted anymore.

⋆But I don’t think he’d talk about it to his s/o, but try to hide it as much as he can.

⋆On the other hand if there was a creep bothering her with flirting or secretly taking some pictures of her, then he’d be surer to do something.

⋆The last thing he wants is to see his sweet girlfriend being harassed by a random bastard.

⋆Then imagine him seeing his adorable s/o by herself among the fans at one of BAE’s signing event. Then a complete stranger starts to take some pictures of her and seems to talk to some other guys, maybe his friends, keeping staring at her like a lion would do with a gazelle.

⋆Among the crowd Hajun would notice it, then he’d decide to reach her and cover her, putting his white, blue and red jacket on her shoulders.

⋆”Darling, there are some sweet paparazzi who have understood that you’re my girlfriend~”

⋆He’d speak loudly, staring at those men with a scary look.

⋆I do imagine Hajun starting a fight with creeps like those, but in this little scenario I’ve just imagined, maybe those men would go away without keeping bothering that cute girl.

⋆Perhaps if so, though, Hajun wouldn’t attack, but try to keep her safe, while Anne and Allen would call the police.

⋆Anyway after those men go away, Hajun would hug his darling tightly, happy that she’s okay.

⋆Then he’d put his usual smiling face and say:

⋆”Next time we’ve a signing event, you’ll sit next to me. Only to be sure that 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾~”

⋆Rio’s so adorable and kind-hearted! But he’s also strong, since he’s an ex-soldier, so his girlfriend would be pretty lucky! (lol)

⋆As a soldier as he actually was, he would keep an eye on the situation, if there was any guy behaving suspicious and bothering Rio’s s/o.

⋆He wouldn’t immediately do anything, but keep an eye on that guy and, if necessary, then he’d act as consequence.

⋆So imagine him and his girlfriend having an excursion together. After a while, if he realized that his adorable girl doesn’t have any more water, he’d stop at a bar to buy some..

⋆He’d be so purely happy to find also even those snacks his girlfriend really loves, so he’d also grab some, even if she already has some packed up sandwiches into her own backpack.

⋆That’s when I imagine a stupid and maybe even slightly drunk guy approaching that girl and starting to talk to her.

⋆At first Rio wouldn’t do anything but stare at him, trying to fully understand what’s happening. Is he her friend? Maybe not? But does he need anything? Maybe he’s lost..?

⋆But then he’d immediately run to his girlfriend, when he realized that that guy is disrespecting his adorable s/o.

⋆At first Rio would try to bring her away from him, without fighting, ‘cause he stans dignity in people and doesn’t fight to people who aren’t his enemies.

⋆But if that guy keeps bothering his girlfriend or even slightly touch her, Rio would immediately beat him so damn hard-

⋆That guy would become his enemy, and we know how merciless Rio is to his enemies.

⋆”Don’t you dare to disrespect my girlfriend anymore! She’s not an object!”

⋆After that he’d finally bring her away from that place.

⋆I imagine his girlfriend being so oblivious about what’s just happened, that she even asks for explanation.

⋆That’s when Rio would explain that that guy wasn’t friendly but actually dangerous and was trying to do something bad to her.

⋆I also see Rio being so sweet to stare at his girlfriend with puppy eyes.

⋆”You’re okay... right?”

⋆Then he’d also suggest her to train with him sometimes.

⋆”I’m serious, sweetheart.. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮, so you can also be strong enough to protect yourself... not that I mind protecting you, of course-!”

⋆One word: tsundere.

⋆It’s funny how I always start writing about Kanata, pointing out the fact that he’s a little tsun-tsun guy!

⋆Well, that’s what we all need to keep in mind to go on reading about him.

⋆I think he’s the one among these four characters who’d show his jealousy so much more evidently, even more than how Dice would!!

⋆If someone tries to flirt with his girlfriend, he’d show to be angry at him and even try to get him away by grabbing him by his t-shirt’s collar.

⋆”What are you trying to do?! Don’t you see she’s taken?! You’re blind?!”

⋆In this kind of situation with a normal guy who’s been attracted by that girl’s beauty, this guy would be scared by Kanata and run away after that, so the tsundere rapper wouldn’t do anything else and just keep his dear s/o closer to himself.

⋆But in more serious situations, things would change.

⋆We know Kanata lives in the slums with his dear Nayuta-nii, so he has to face a fight with strange people or criminals sometimes, even only to protect himself and his brother by being robbed.

⋆Imagine if he and his dear innocent s/o would get into a fight with a bunch of idiots who flirt with that girl or even try to touch her body.

⋆Kanata would be so pissed off that he’d be the one to start the fight with them.

⋆No matter how big those guys are, he wouldn’t fear them, he’d beat their asses, instead!!

⋆”Don’t you dare to touch her!!!”

⋆So he practically would fight against them as he did a lot of times to protect his brother.

⋆Kanata is quite protective to those he really cares about, so he’d try to cover his darling and keep her distant while he’d punch those guy’s ugly faces or kick their stupid d####-- uhm... yeeess...! You’ve understood.

⋆He’d keep trying to fear them also with pointy objects, maybe found there, like a piece of metal, and perhaps he would even wound one of them, if that piece of shit actually tries to approach Kanata’s girl again!

⋆”I told you to let her be, asshole!!”

⋆After those guys go away, Kanata would look at his girlfriend, who’d be terrified, and cover her with his own jacket.

⋆Then he’d start walking with her again and, putting his hands into his white trousers’ pockets, he’d say:

⋆”..What? Stop looking at me like that. You thought to have a weak and useless boyfriend? 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀..!”

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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

[discotenny]

Sleeping Positions (hypmic)

Their favorite ways to fall asleep with you <3

Everyone (-Rei) x reader, fluff, mentions of nightmares in some drabbles

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

Ichi likes feeling like he’s protecting you. He loves being the big spoon, holding you from behind with his arms wrapped around you tightly. And he’s so strong too so just dndnmmmmdmn. His arms are sturdy and secure- while his face is squishy and soft. When you nap on the couch together, he’ll zip up his jacket with both if you inside so you’re nice and snuggly, together.

On a cold winters day, this was his favorite. His brothers were out for the evening and it was just you and him alone- cuddling sleepily on his sofa. The two of you huddled into his jacket, a silly yet familiar position. Like a sack of potatoes, there’s little the two of you can do other than flop down sideways.

His head finds its natural place on top of your head as he starts to doze off. Ichiro mumbles words of love in his cozy delirium and kisses your head all around to the best of his ability.

“Ah…” Ichi lets out a loving sigh, “perfect. You’re perfect. I love you.”

Jiro

Jiro loves laying down in your lap. It’s the optimal position to be in when procrastinating on work, trying to cool down on hot days, and to stare at you of course! He sneaks in admiral peeks while pretending to be asleep. He’s not very subtle about it, not that you mind though. Please play with his hair though, he’d fall asleep immediately if you started doing that while he was in your lap.

A hot summer day warranted this situation, Jiro justified. “Babe please I just need a break!!” He whined as he wiggled his head into your lap- desperate to escape the study session you surprised him with(you told him it was a date).

Also hot and exhausted, you reluctantly sighed and brought a hand to his hair, ruffling it slightly as you looked down at your notebook. “Just ten minutes though, ‘kay baby?”

Nodding enthusiastically Jiro closed his eyes and relaxed, “Yep, yep, just fifteen~”

He would end up napping for twenty.

Saburo

Saburo loves sleepovers! Through video calls, of course. He’d never let anyone know this, but he falls asleep with you on call basically every night. He props his phone to face himself and feels giddy every time he gets to sleep looking at you. Saburo’s already on video call with you practically the entire day, so why not the entire night too?

Saburo fixes his sheets as he places his phone on his desk, facing the camera towards his form. “Are you ready to sleep yet?” He calls from behind him. From the phone you give a light hum in acknowledgment. Already snuggled in your bed, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his tasks.

Once he is done the lights turn off and he brings his phone closer to his face. Sleep lines his voice as he speaks through a yawn, “Make sure to set your alarm for tomorrow y/n.”

He’s only met with your snores as a reply. Smiling to himself, he fights the tiredness and sets an alarm on his phone for the both of you.

Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

Samatoki’s favorite sleeping position isn’t something he goes to subconsciously. Going to bed he swears up and down he needs his space cause he overheats. But through the night, a hand finds its way to yours. An arm finds a comfortable place under your head. And slowly but surely, Samatoki unknowingly nudges you closer and closer to his chest. Maybe it’s remnants of the desperation not to lose another one important to him, but who really knows.

He wakes up and there’s something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he's confused because he doesn't remember getting a cat. Patting around, his hand accidentally smacks your face and you awake with a jolt. "What the-" You roll off his chest unceremoniously and glare at him. "What was that for Toki?"

"H-HUH?!" Samatoki scoots away at your angry glare. "What were you one me for- ow?!"

You smack him in the chest for that. "You bring me to you every night asshole! Why are you surprised?!" His only reply is an annoyed grumble at a truth he can't deny.

Jyuto

Jyuto adores being able to fall asleep on your shoulder. Being the type of person he is, he tends to have his guard up a lot. But falling asleep on you, giving up his defenses and showing off pure vulnerability- it’s an expression of his trust to you. It shows just how much of himself he’s willing to show you just because he loves you so much more.

You and Jyuto sit in the back of Rio's car, driving to a far away destination unbeknownst to you. Jyuto said he needed you to come for emotional support- but maybe it was just so he could have a comfortable pillow to sleep on during the ride.

Already fully asleep on your shoulder, drool threatens to drip from his lips and onto your clothes. He lets out loud snores that tests everyone's patience each time.

After one particularly loud SNNRRRRRR, Samatoki has enough and screams in frustration. Through your fits of laughter, Jyuto wakes up, letting out a delirious "what" at the glares of his teammate.

Rio

Rio prefers it when you sleep on him. He feels the most comfortable when he’s protecting you. The most relaxed when he knows you’re safe. And when you’re sleeping, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he likes keeping an eye out for you in those moments. He may not be sleeping then but keeping you safe will always be his favorite thing ever.

You’re drooling on him but he doesn’t mind. An arm wraps around your shoulder, keeping you pressed tight against him in slumber.

There’s a warm feeling that finds itself comfortably in his chest as he watches you. Your chest rises up and down with each breath, your head bobs slowly with every soft sound you make, Rio can’t help himself but give you a little kiss on your head.

“AH-“ you awake at the startling contact, clocking your boyfriend in the jaw with your head, causing him to let out a monotone “ow-“

Fling Posse

Ramuda

Ramuda sleeps in the fetal position. Curled up into a ball. He feels the safest when you’re surrounding him though. Holding him through the night, keeping him grounded, securing him to your love. Alas, Ramuda is a little spoon. When you hold him at night he’ll cuddle into your chest, loving the way your touch is all he senses, your scent is all he smells, your face is all he sees, and your love is all he feels.

Ramuda's ahoge seemingly targets your nose with tickles. Back and forth movements, it doesn’t seem to keep still. Almost like it has a mind of its own, you scrunch up your nose but never manage to get away.

Sentient ahoge aside, Ramuda himself is curled into you. It’s so innocent the way he does it, you could cry. Soft breathing can be heard coming from his nose. Sometime during the night a piece of your pajama shirt found its way into his mouth, and he chews on it slowly. His drool makes a wet spot on your shirt but the way his lips purse out alongside his chubby cheeks just make you want to squish him.

And so you do, and that wakes him up with a whine. Kneading his cheeks and kissing his face, his complaints turn into gasps and his gasps turn into him doing the same.

“I have such a sweet partner, don’t I?” Ramuda says before climbing on top of you, sentient ahoge tickling your ear as he snuggled into your neck.

Gentaro

Gentaro loves to be snuggled up next to you. All over you in fact. He naturally runs cold and especially in his sleep he subconsciously searches out the most comforting source of warmth. Gentaro’s almost overwhelming in how much cuddling he wants to do. Tangling legs together, cold hands up your back and on your stomach, and he teases you all the while!! He’s super annoying with it SMH

A cold finger swipes itself down your spine and you have to hold yourself back from throwing your boyfriend off you. “Gen! Why would you do that!” you whine at his giggles to your shock.

With a kiss to your neck, you feel him smirk. “Why, I didn’t do anything darling. Maybe it was the ghost that haunts the Yumeno residence halls. Do not worry! I will protect you dear~” He presses himself closer to you before allowing another cold finger to tickle your stomach.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna be the next ghost to haunt these halls, Gen,” your threat makes him pout as he sighs against your neck in defeat.

“My darling threatens me even in the face of the absurd and paranormal, life is cruel in many many ways I’m afraid….” Pinch his cheeks, will you? It’s the only way to get him to stop.

Dice

Dice is used to falling asleep in any position he finds himself in at the night. He's not particularly picky nor does he really have favorites. Feel free to maneuver his body anyway that you like for your comfort. He’s like a rag doll that you can move any which way. He sleeps like a log and won't even wake up if you kick him in the face LOL

You wake up to use the bathroom and almost scream at the feeling of your leg behind held in someone’s arms. Scared half to death, you kick the source but receive no response. In a familiar sense of deja vu, your mind is barely there to check under the sheets for the source of the hold. Of course, you find it.

For some reason, your wonderful partner Dice managed to maneuver himself to be upside down in the middle of the night. With his feet at your pillows, Dice found himself cuddling the closest source of you to him, your leg.

You rub his face a bit to make sure you didn’t hurt him. He leans into your warm touch uncontrollably, a smile falling upon his cheeks. A pleased sound leaves his chest as he snuggles up to your hand.

Then, you’re left with two options. One, go upside down as well to cuddle with your partner. Or two, let Dice continue cuddling with your foot. The choice is up to you~~~

Matenrou

Jakurai

Jakurai loves holding your hand in your sleep. He’ll let you cuddle into him if you’d prefer so, of course, but something about being connected through your hands makes him feel warm. He often stays up later than you do so he likes to squeeze your hand while you sleep. His heart feels funny when you subconsciously sleeps back. Bonus! He likes your natural expression as you fall asleep and doesn’t want to disturb that by whatever movement close contact brings.

Jakurai’s slender fingers tap along your knuckles in a rhythm. Tip tap tip tap. As he reads his book, a title focused on the human psychology, you stay beside him, snoring into a pillow already fast asleep. Tip tap tip tap.

The clock ticks away as the seconds pass by. Tick tock tick tock. As he gets to the last page, a satisfied smile comes onto his face, pleased at finishing his book. Tick tock tick tock.

However- the silence of tips and ticks and taps and tocks is interrupted by a gasp in your sleep, Jakurai immediately alerting at the sound. You grasp his hand tightly in your sleep and lean into the touch. Jakurai brings his free hand to your cheek, stroking it with the softest touch a human could muster.

Your face morphs into a smile, and the room again fills with the sounds of tip taps and tick tocks. “Good night, angel,” Jakurai says with a whisper.

Hifumi

Hifumi sleeps on top of you. Like legit on top of you. He subconsciously rolls over on you in his sleep and there’s nothing you can do about it. He’s heavy and you can’t push him off- but with the smile on his face and the way he smells so good- do you really wanna move? Yes. You do. Cause you’re desperately thirsty and Hifumi refuses to move until morning.

It’s 3 AM and you’re not sleepy at all. You woke up earlier from a dream and was incredibly thirsty. Lucky for you- your partner always keeps two glasses of water, one for each of you, beside the bed for situations just like this.

If only you could reach it.

Hifumi lays starfished on top of you. His cheek presses to your neck, his arm encapsulates yours, and his legs are twisted to be one with yours. Overall- he’s immovable. Desperate for a sip of what sounds like the most refreshing drink in the world, you try to pry your partner off of you bit by bit.

And it works, surprisingly. Your arm manages to roll his off of you. You somehow get his legs to swing to the side. However, once you try and move your head, trying to propel your body sideways- Hifumi’s unconscious body stumbles back onto yours unceremoniously.

And it’s even heavier this time! Your hand motions for the water, so, so needy but to no avail.

If you’re desperate enough, call Doppo in to help you. He’s definitely still awake.

Doppo

An arm under your back or one over your shoulder- Doppo loves cuddling to sleep. With him there is no big spoon or little spoon, it’s just whatever position gets the two of you in as much skin to skin contact as possible. He loves indulging in everything you have to offer- whether it be your warmth or all your love. Doppo loves kissing whatever space he can access- wanting to show just how much he missed you during his workday.

Tears stream down his face and sniffles fill the quietness of the room. His arms are curled around you, and yours do the same to him. Doppo tries his best not to let the tears fall onto you, but all worries of that are whisked away as you bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

The stress of his work day culminated to a bed time breakdown- where the one moment he had to rest and relax was taken over by all the shit piling up from the day.

He’s regretful, guilty that you’re taking time out of your night to comfort him like this. Quiet “shhhs” and soft pats to his back soothe him ever so slowly- the guilt being overtaken by his focus on your presence.

Doppo tries to wipe his tears but you beat him to it- kissing his under eyes to his shock and awe.

“It’s gonna be alright baby,” you muse, “just go to sleep.”

Your words make him feel 100% better and make him squeeze you 100% tighter.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko will ALWAYS sleep on your chest no matter what. Not in any perverted way- but he loves listening to your heartbeat and refuses to fall asleep without it. He calls it his personal white noise (yuck!!). Kuko holds you tight as he rests on you- not allowing you to escape or push him off lol. It gets really annoying when he tries to take a nap on you cause he’s just dragging you down with him. AND HE DROOLS TOO!!!

“Kuko get off me I have to piss,” you say, your palms moving to his cheeks as you try to shove him off your chest.

The action only makes him burrow his head deeper into you, hair moving wildly with the movements. “Nope, I’m sleepy baby, so ya’ gotta stay here,”

“Well I have to piss so you have to move!” You start to squirm, moving your body every which way as an attempt to get your clingy partner off.

Through your wiggles, Kuko lets out an obnoxiously loud snore, muffled by your clothes. Your further attempts to shove him off are to no avail as his grip remains unmoving. With a sigh, you turn to your final choice.

“Kuko if you don’t get off I’m dragging you to the toilet with me.”

With no grumble let our, Kuko lets you go almost immediately.

Jyushi

Jyushi’s too cute guys 😭😭😭 HE KOALA HUGS!!! He clings to you like a koala at night, arms and legs wrapped around you. His head is on your chest and he lets out the softest noises it’s kndjdnfkfndkkdk. Be warned, if you decide you need to get up for whatever reason he’ll let you go but start subconsciously pat around the bed looking for you

Coming home late due to being forced to work (unpaid) overtime, you expected your partner to fall asleep without you.

What you didn’t expect was to see him squirming around, snoring while his arms pat down your side of the bed, twisting turning and somehow frowning when he reaches an empty spot of mattress.

A nightmare? You’d rather not entertain the thought, but the small whimpers he lets out indicate otherwise. With a frown of your own you place a hand on his head, patting it to hopefully calm him in his slumber.

What you also didn’t expect was for Jyushi to throw his unconscious body into your lap, snuggling up to you with concealed strength. His whimpers turn to happy hums- and part of you is left to wonder if he was even fully asleep at all…

Hitoya

Arm around your shoulder holding you tight- what a classic guy! lol. He's not the type to initiate cuddling but he does like having you close at night. Throw an arm around his chest why don't you- it'll make him flustered ehehe. Hitoya snores LOUD though guys, be careful!

“Mmmm, you smell good ‘Toya,” you say, cuddling into his broad chest.

You feel the vibrations of fluster rise up, hearing your partner stammer as his hands raise in defense and surprise. “W-why’d you say that huh?”

The reaction only causes you to snuggle deeper, and to hold his hand to bring it back to your shoulder (where it belongs). “Cuz it’s true,” you say with smugness lacing your tone.

You don’t even need to hear the mumbles that come from his mouth, the rising heartbeat from his chest says everything about his reaction and more.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

Sasara loves cuddling at night ugh! He's a big spoon, holding you with strong arms and burying his head in your hair. He has nightmares at night and he swears cuddling you is the only way to make them go away. Buuuut, Sasara is a bit annoying because he tries to tickle you sometimes. A quick jab to his stomach puts a stop to that though LOL.

It’s a stormy night and Sasara Nurude cannot sleep. Every flash of lightning brings back painful memories and cruel “what ifs.” Every clap of thunder makes him hold you tighter in his arms.

Unlike him, you were fast asleep. He preferred it this way, at the very least he knew you were safe and that you couldn’t go anywhere. Your soft snores are his only lifeline as he winces at the shadows of trees knocking at the window.

It’s hard to breathe but he tries to slowly sync his panicked breaths with your relaxed ones. It’s hard to think but he focuses his mind on the amazing memories the two of you shared. He starts to feel disconnected from his body and all of a sudden it feels like you aren’t in his arms anymore.

His eyes open and he can’t see anything. His breath picks up. His mind starts to race. He starts to squeeze his arms around himself until he can feel anything but just him.

“Mnhmmm, Sasara,” through tired deliriousness you go to pinch your lover’s cheek.

“H-huh?”

“Yer squeezing the life out of me baby,” you let go of his face and move to hold his hands, already dozing back off to the dream you had prior. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me.”

“R-right, it’s gonna be alright.” He turns his gaze away from the window, he closes his ears off from the storm, and his body focuses back on protecting you. At least, as long as he’s with you, he can start to feel like everything’s alright in the world.

Rosho

Rosho wants to fall asleep holding your face. His hands hold you so gently it's like another pillow in of itself. You're the light of his life, the shining star in his world, everything that makes waking up worth it. He likes knowing you’re going to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and vice versa.

His hands are dirty, you note to yourself. There’s graphite stains that outline his fingerprints, pen ink under his nails, and you’re pretty sure that paper cut next to his wedding ring is going to get infected if you don’t put a bandage on it soon.

You have to stop his hand from touching your cheeks and the devastated look he gives you makes you want to die.

“You need to clean your hands before we go to bed.”

The blank look of confusion he gives you would almost be funny if it wasn’t about something so serious. “My hands aren’t dirty-“

“Have you looked at them?!” You start to rub the places that have marks, pointing them out and rambling about needing to take care of himself even after grading so many papers.

“And look right here! Why is there green pen ink on the side of your nail? We don’t even own green pens- seriously you’re going to get color all over me and the sheets- are you even listening to me?”

There’s a light fluster on his cheeks as he stares down at your hand touching his. The way your soft fingers rub against his own, how your chiding voice contrasts against the tenderness of your actions. The question you ask makes him cough and light up even more.

“Ah- I- Sorry- I-“ Yeah no. He can’t really give a good excuse to the blush on his face.

Rei

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Beefy post yet again!!! Please give me your thoughts on this I worked real hard >,<

Some of the drabbles gave me more trouble than others, like I was really stuck on Doppo’s for like a week LOL. I hope you enjoyed it though, imagining all these sweet soft moments makes me feel warm.

Currently also working on Akechi’s part to “lost you once” and it’s looking to be one of the longer fics I’ve written 😳😳😳

N E WAYS!!! I’ll see you guys later! Have a good day/night/afternoon, W HT EVER ‼️🥶🫵

[cottondo]

CUPHEAD — Mugman imagines/drabbles | TAKING REQUESTS !!

— imagine doing the dishes together, or cleaning the kitchen, just before elder kettle wakes up,,

just calmly standing side by side, one washing, the other drying. It’s a Sunday morning, and the sunlight is breaking in through the windows with a golden hue illuminating over you. Birds chirp, and the sweet smell of freshly cut lawn takes over through the open window. Dew is on the flowers and such.

The two of you giggle, though, not loud enough to wake anyone else up. You two always had something to crack laughter about. Whether it was silently making fun of Cuphead when he wasn’t looking, or something like an inside joke the two of you had made. Regardless, the two of you always found a way to make a good time great. Sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence was enough; no talking needed to be said.

— he gets SUUUUPER flustered by you. Like, seriously. You make his heart beat so fast, and his head spin, that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

— if you flirt with him, it’s over. Expect to pick up the pieces of a fallen over mugman— until he finally catches enough confidence to try and flirt back.

— he loves romance novels, and boy do you two get into them. Hiding under a blanket with a lamp at night, giggling and dreamily swooning over whatever romantic junk you guys could find in a story is practically a weekend ritual.

— he’s quick to notice when something is wrong. If you’re upset, he knows it. Even if you think you’ve hidden it well enough- - HE KNOWS.

— mugman will do just about anything to keep you safe, and make sure that you’re happy.

— expect him to show up on your doorstep with flowers or sweet treats when you’re upset.

— ^^or even if you’re having a good day.

[guiraguira]

The hypmic guys sleeping with you.

💜 They hug you all night without moving an inch, with their chest on your back and burying their nose in your hair: Rio, Jakurai, Gentaro, Ichiro, Rosho

💜 They sleep on their backs and it is you who rests your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat: Samatoki, Jyuto, Kuko, Rei, Hitoya

❤️ They need you to hold them all night and pat them gently on the back until they fall asleep on your chest: Doppo, Dice, Jyushi, (Saburo)

💜 It's impossible for them to stay still, they both change positions all the time and end up awkwardly with their arms and legs mixed together: Hifumi, Ramuda, Sasara, (Jiro)

Regardless of where I put them, I think Ichiro, Rosho, and Hifumi also really enjoy it if you let them sleep on your chest while you pat them gently.

(Actually, I feel a strong need to serve as a pillow to any of the hypmic guys)

[jellyfishcake]

Cuphead

headcanons fluff

•He would take you on carnival dates

•Sometimes would take you everywhere mugman and he would go

•Cuphead would show off to impress you

•picks up flower that look nice to give to you

•he would be overprotective sometimes when you guys are on a date

•He would make you laugh to here your beautiful laugh again

•affection he would hug you or hold your hand when walking or something he would not be afraid to show you love when ever he can

•He would be clingy towards you

•If you meet the devil oh boy he will be protected over you

•he will melt in you touch if you cuddle with him

•if you like puns, or jokes he will tell you a lot of joke if you make a joke that's funny for him he would laugh his a@s off

•when you have to go somewhere he would be so clingy that mugman have to drag him off he would want to go with you

•HE JUST LOVES YOU

First writing on here more coming soon

[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.