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unholy-screeching9 · 1 year

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Hey dear! I'm glad I made your day with my comment the other day! Your recent works have been such a blast to read! I love 'em!

Anyways! I would like to request a head canon for the reader that leans more on the plus side as in they kinda thicc. They're usually very confident with themselves but they had a off day and they get insecure about how they look and wonder if KD still loves them despite being a bit heavier.. Perhaps they need some "reassurance" from the king himself. ;)

— Mints 💗💫

Sure thing, sweetness! I hope this is up to your tastes. If not, let me know and I’ll fix anything you might not like. 💋

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons

King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons (GAME)

You have always been on the chubbier side. That’s never really bothered you, it’s just something you live with.

You’ve never had much trouble with confidence before you met King Dice, and afterwards? Once you two started dating, and eventually got married?

The King taught you how to love yourself. Sure, you never saw your chubbiness as a bad thing, but your partner helps you love that part about you.

No one has given you much grief over it in your life. It’s really nothing people worry about anyway. And if anyone dares to poke fun at your figure when your husband is around? Well…

He deals with them. Personally.

To the point where no one in the casino dares speak up about it. As they shouldn’t. Why should they be bothered? You’re not there to please anyone. Your figure is, quite frankly, none of their goddamn business.

Thankfully, it’s never really a problem. Your confidence and your husband’s protection keep the jealous broads off your back.

You love yourself. You love your body, each and every curve. Your husband loves you. Frankly, he loves your body more than you do. He adores the way your soft, squishy flesh feels against his hands.

For the most part, you’re very happy with yourself and how you look. But some days…

Some days are harder than others.

Sometimes, you don’t love yourself as much. Sometimes, you avoid the mirror so you don’t have to be reminded of your size. Sometimes, you hide in the corner on the casino floor to avoid people’s eyes.

Those are your bad days.

And of course, some people just have to make the bad days worse.

Usually, you brush off any snarky comments you might occasionally receive, or bark back with a witty insult. It keeps those patrons away from you, and you feel more confident in yourself when you watch them quiver and back off.

But on your off days… those comments get to you.

When this happens, you quickly down whatever drink you have in your hand, practically shoving your glass back into the bar counter where Ginette can reach it, and retreat from the casino floor.

You walk to your chambers, making sure to avoid the mirror, and just lay down. You think. You ponder yourself, questioning if you should go on a diet. Go on more walks. Anything to get the extra pounds off your bones.

The extra pounds that you usually love.

You hate them on your off days. You see them as nuisances. You hate the way your body looks. You hate your curves. Your pudginess. Maybe if you were skinnier, you wouldn’t have off days.

You sometimes feel bad for your husband. You wonder if he puts up with it out of pity. You think of his past lovers, wondering if they were skinny and sexy. The opposite of how you felt.

The King is looking for you at this point, wondering where you went. You weren’t at your usual spot. During his shift he’s scanning the floor, searching for your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. He finds nothing.

Maybe you just got tired. Yeah, that’s it. Rumulus might have overdone it on the gin this time. Or maybe you smoked one too many cigars with Mr. Wheezy. Maybe you were off watching the horse races.

…Maybe someone said something to you. They wouldn’t dare…

Would they?

You never leave Dice’s mind. He’s constantly on the lookout for you until the second his shift ends. Then, he’s asking around. Asking Pirouletta if she’s seen you. Pip and Dot. Phear Lap. No one knows.

Except…

“The poor dear… I think today’s one of the rough ones.” Ginette murmurs in response to Dice’s question. “And of course, some drunk bastard felt the need to open his trap. You’ll probably have more luck searching in your quarters, boss.”

Your husband hurries off as soon as she finishes. Dammit! He shouldn’t have waited to ask until the casino was closed. He should have kept a closer eye on you. Maybe if he did, he’d be able to teach that little prick a lesson on respect.

Now, all he can do is go back to his room, hoping you just needed a break from the chaos. If he finds you in tears…

Well, there’s just no telling what he’ll do.

The soft clicks of the doorknob bring you from your thoughts, and you lift your head from the pillow, watching your husband walk inside. He’s so… quiet. Careful.

He’s concerned.

You sigh softly and sit up as he approaches you and sits on the edge of the bed. He takes your hand, gingerly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

He looks in your eyes, searching for any signs of crying. Even one tear.

He finds one.

Despite your best efforts, you feel a small, wet droplet roll down your cheek, falling onto his hand from your chin. You sigh shakily and look down at the floor, shaking your head in defeat.

“I… I’m sorry, King. You shouldn’t have to put up with—”

“Stop.”

You hesitantly lift your head back up, studying the die’s face. He’s angry. Furious. But as you examine closer, he’s not angry at you. No, he could never be angry at you for something like this. So then…

“Who said those remarks to you?”

“What…?”

“Who. Said. Those remarks to you?” He repeats, slower. Tenser.

You shake your head again, squeezing his hand. “I don’t know, King. It was just some drunk man at the bar. It’s not a big deal—”

“He made you cry.”

Dice is seething at this point. How dare someone make you cry, no matter how drunk he was?! He has no right! Why, he oughta send that bastard straight to Hell.

And you? Well, you’re just tired. You just want to curl up and float away, where no one else can hit you while you’re down ever again. You just…

You want to be loved. You want to feel appreciated despite your heaviness. You want to be loved because of your heaviness. But do you deserve it?

“King?”

Dice snaps out of his angry trance and gazes into your glassy eyes, gently cupping your face. He feels nothing but worry right now. He hates the sound of insecurity in your voice. Hesitation. He never wants to hear you speak like that.

“What is it, my love?”

You sigh shakily, leaning your face against his gloved palm. He’s holding your head with such care. He’s gentle. Kind. Fuck.

“Does my weight ever bother you?” You whisper in question, staring sadly up at him. “Please be honest with me… if it does, I could always start a diet. I could start going on walks, or maybe wait tables on the floor to lose the extra—”

“Darlin’, stop it.” His firm voice cuts through your ramblings.

You slowly shut your mouth. When you finally have the guts to look at him again, you see the pain on his face. He’s hurting. It breaks his heart to see you so upset with the way you look, when you’re usually so confident and collected.

He doesn’t like it when you talk about yourself like that. He hates it.

“Let’s get one thing clear: I’m not putting up with anything. Your extra weight is not a burden. It’s the exact opposite. Your size is beautiful, do you understand me?”

He scoots closer to you, enveloping you in a warm, loving embrace. You choke out a quiet sob, resting your forehead on his chest and grabbing his waistcoat with your fist. He smells of cigar smoke and whiskey, with a dash of sweet cinnamon. You close your eyes, letting the tears flow.

Dice is nothing but caring to you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

“You will not be starting any damn diet. You will not be going on walks, unless you want to for reasons other than this silly ‘weight problem’. You don’t need any of those things, got that? Whatever that bastard said is complete horseshit.”

He holds you tighter, his hands running up and down your sides. He affectionately traces the gentle folds of your skin through your clothing. His touch makes you shudder slightly, moving closer to him.

“If I had even the slightest problem with your size, I would have said something long ago. I promise you dear, I love you just how you are. I can’t believe some jackass had the nerve to speak to you like that. I’ll beat him myself when I get the chance.”

His hand slowly traces down to your ass, and he gives it a gentle rub as he pulls you completely into his lap. He tilts your chin upwards so he can look down at you, kissing you tenderly.

“Personally, I enjoy the pudginess, doll… there’s just more of you to love~”

You let out a soft moan as he fondles you, wrapping your arms around him. You reach up to cup his face and rub his pips, earning a pleasured groan from your husband as he deepens your kiss.

“Mmm, babydoll… you don’t understand how much I adore you. Your lips, your hair, your folds… My word, you’re wonderful. Absolutely perfect.”

You melt in his arms, becoming putty for him to manipulate into whatever position he desires. His lips remain on yours as he leans forward, slowly pinning you down on the bed as he makes out with you.

Dice’s fingers gently tug at your top, asking permission to take it off. You blush hesitantly, a bit nervous to reveal your figure. You’re still a little insecure.

But your husband is having none of it.

“Sugar, please… let me show you how much I appreciate this beautiful body of yours. Let me change your mind about yourself.”

Upon hearing his words of reassurance you nod, and you help him slip off your top, discarding it on the floor. You blush harder as Dice admires you, hands running over your sides, gently squishing your stomach.

“You’re so soft, darlin’… you feel incredible. I wish you wouldn’t feel so down about yourself like this. It breaks my heart.”

You open your mouth to respond but your words are taken from you as Dice begins to press gentle, loving kisses onto your tummy. You moan slightly, resting your hands on his back as he praises you.

How the hell is he so good at this?

“All of this, baby. I love it. And I don’t want to part with it unless it’s something you feel the need to get rid of, for yourself. I don’t give a fuck about what anyone else says~”

You whine softly at his praises, barely even noticing him slip your bottoms off. You squeak in delight as he suddenly lifts up your legs, setting them on his shoulder.

Dice begins to nip at your beautiful thighs, trailing closer and closer to your pelvic area. The whole time, he’s murmuring sweet nothings to you as he marks you up.

He’s incredibly careful with you, treating you like some type of god. Which, you are to him. He worships the ground you walk on. He’d do anything to see you smile, to hear your laugh. To hear you cry, and say horrible things about yourself?

Why, it crushes him.

All he can do now is admire your naked figure with a hungry smile.

“My goodness sugar, you look delightful… please, never ever try and downgrade this figure again. It hurts me when you’re hurting like this…”

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, shivering as Dice places his hands back on your sides. He leans over you and plants a kiss onto your lips, gently pinning your arms behind your head and tying them with his bow tie. You remove your legs from his shoulders and instead hug him with them, helping him get into position.

A moan escapes your mouth as he slowly inserts his shaft into you, and as you adjust to his size, his hands are all over you. Rubbing your sides. Your back. Your chest. Your thighs. Good LORD does Dice know how to use his hands. He’s magical.

You feel him start to push himself in and out of you, and in response, you squeal loudly into his mouth. Dice chuckles from above you and cups your face, caressing your cheek as he thrusts.

He makes love to you with such care. Such passion. He makes sure you aren’t hurting, being cautious of every single noise you make. Praises are thrown at you left and right, dissolving every ounce of self doubt you have left in your mind.

“FUCK, doll, you feel incredible… ohhhh my goodness, NEVER doubt yourself ever again. If I catch you crying over your body again I don’t know what I’ll do. You’re perfect, just perfect~”

His words are enough to cause a couple tears to roll down your face as you happily shriek for him, bucking your hips to his movements.

In response, Dice kisses each tear away, savoring the slightly salty taste they leave on his tongue. You giggle a little as he does, wrapping your arms around his neck area. His mustache tickles.

Dice relishes in your laughter. It’s a symphony of the angels. The closest his damned soul will ever get to heaven. He thrusts harder and harder, hitting your favorite spot, causing you to shriek in pleasure, begging for more.

“KING! Oh my SATAN, please don’t stop! I need you, I need you so much… please, my King, I LOVE you!~”

“I know, sweetness. I love you more than you could ever dream of… I’ll tell you what: how about a deal?~”

You open your teary eyes and gaze into his infatuated ones, wondering what he was trying to get at. As he continues to grind his hips into yours, you question what he means.

“A deal?”

“Yes, darlin’. Here’s my offer: I’ll help you cum, as long as you promise me something…”

You hold onto him tighter as you both slightly pick up the pace. You groan loudly and rest your head on his shoulder, barely able to ask your next question.

“P..Promise what?”

“Promise me that you’ll never criticize your figure again. I deal with everyone who even thinks about poking fun at your size, and that includes you. I never want to walk in my chambers to you in tears over something like this ever again.”

You pant heavily, your teeth sinking into his skin. Your mind ponders his words for a moment, and a smile graces your lips. It really isn’t a hard decision.

When you think about it, doubting your looks is such a ridiculous thing. If King Dice thinks you’re perfect, then by god, you’re fucking perfect. There’s nothing that could change that.

And with the way he’s making love to you now, you know that every word he says is the truth.

You chuckle as you lock lips with his, your tongue grazing over his pearly teeth. Nodding against him, you moan your answer into his mouth.

“I promise.”

Satisfied with your response, the King pounds into you, his hands holding your squishy form securely as he chases after your release.

You scream for him, hands tugging at the makeshift restraints. You’re getting close. God, he’s going so fast. So hard. He hits your spot with every single push.

It’s enough to push you over the edge.

You let out a final scream of pleasure as your fluids burst from under you, dripping down your legs. You’ve never felt so good in your life.

Dice’s climax follows seconds after yours, and you almost cum again when he fills you up with his seed, groaning loudly in pleasure. His hands lovingly squeeze your pudgy sides as he rides through his orgasm, his cock twitching inside of you.

What an amazing feeling.

You feel your hands be freed from Dice’s bow tie, and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck area. You hug him tightly, burying your face into his shoulder and moaning loudly as he pulls out of you.

Instead of laying down beside you as he normally does, your husband lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around you and using your soft chest as a pillow.

You’re so warm and squishy, and he loves it. He adores laying on top of you and hearing your heartbeat. It’s comforting for him. He loves it. He loves you. All of you. Every last inch.

You’ll never be able to thank him enough for helping you get your confidence back. But frankly, he won’t accept your thanks. He just wants you to be as happy as can be.

And you are.

“I love you so much, King… thank you…” you breathe out, resting your hand on Dice’s back as he snuggles further into you.

He responds by squeezing you tighter, smiling into your chest and gently massaging your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, sweet one. Every single part of you. No matter how big or small.”

You both doze off, peacefully content with one another. You get some of the best sleep you’ve ever had in your life.

And the next day?

Dice takes care of that drunk jackass who poked fun at you.

King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons (SHOW)

Dice has only paused once in the entire time he’s aired his game show, Roll the Dice. One time.

That one time was when he first laid his eyes on you.

“Who will be the first lucky contestant to Roll the Dice?” His smooth, alluring voice boomed throughout the room as the spotlight began scanning the audience, searching for a ‘lucky’ contender.

His spotlight scanned over you for one second, before quickly passing. That one second was all Dice needed.

His heart shot up in his throat as he eyed your hopeful, eager form. Holy cow, who were you? You were gorgeous!

You must have been treating yourself on a night out, because neither of the two others sitting next to you looked like your date. And you know what?

Lucky Dice.

His spotlight stopped moving on some random, insignificant character. He said nothing. He missed his cue, creating a noticeable pause in the room as the contestant perked up. He didn’t care.

All he could see was you.

Your outfit hugged all the right spots on your soft, round form. Your hair was neat and tidy, and your eyes. Your eyes. They were like stars.

He simply had to get your name.

…After the show.

The last contestant was rushed through the show, and as soon as his curtains closed, he was out the door. He needed to find you. Ask for your name. He needed to see you again, to spot you through the excited crowd waiting for his signature..

He quickly signed every single scrap of paper his fans threw in his face, his eyes desperately searching for yours.

When the crowd dispersed, you were the last one standing, waiting patiently for Dice’s approach. You both exchanged quiet introductions, you out of surprise that the man you admired could be so timid, and him out of sheer infatuation for you.

One thing led to another, and now you’re both happily married. You’ve never been so content with your life until now.

The King is incredible to you, and is sure to remind you of just how much he loves you every chance he gets. Mostly by touch.

He adores running his hands over your curves, gently massaging every fold. You’ve always been confident with your form and never minded the extra weight, but your husband?

He loves that part about you most.

Your stomach is so soft, he loves to relax against it and drift off to sleep at night. Your smooth curves are addicting to touch, and don’t even get him started on your thighs.

You’re perfect to him. And he helps you feel perfect to yourself.

Your confidence skyrockets. You have no problem showing yourself off, and accompanying Dice to his many celebrity events. You love your body, every bit of it. You are beautiful, and you know it.

Well… most days.

Some days, you don’t feel as good-looking.

Some days, you wake up and question just why Dice would choose you of all people. When he could have anyone he want, he chose you.

Why?

You suddenly don’t feel so confident in the outfits Dice bought you. You suddenly avoid looking at yourself. You suddenly don’t feel like attending your lover’s show. You suddenly don’t want to be in front of a bunch of people.

You stay home on those days.

You feel a bit guilty when you do, because you know how much Dice loves it when you watch him from backstage, but you just can’t. Not on your bad days.

You opt for the radio instead, trying to focus on your husband’s smooth, charismatic voice. It helps bring your mood up, even if just a little.

“Mr. King Dice, this is your five minute call.”

The die sighs softly in his chair as his cards wrap up the finishing touches, ironing his suit, freshening up his pips, straightening his mustache. He barely notices them.

The only thing he notices is that you’re not there with him. It’s all he thinks about.

You’re still absent when he gets through the first contestant. Then the second. It’s hard for him to focus on the show.

He wonders if you’re alright. If something happened to you. If he did something to upset you.

If you’re in danger.

Dice isn’t present in his mind as he wraps his show up, strutting off the stage. He blankly grabs a couple things from his vanity, and sneaks out the back door. There will be no autographs tonight. Not when you’re not by his side.

The limo ride home is not nearly as enjoyable when you’re not there to share some champagne with him.

You’ve fallen asleep by the time he walks through the door, tears staining your cheeks. Your hand rests limply against the radio, the aftermath of Roll the Dice sounding quietly through the room.

Dice watches you closely, silently shutting the door behind him and taking off his shoes, placing them nearly by the door.

Oh, you poor dear.

You wake up to the soft, gentle feeling of your husband stroking your wet cheek with the backs of his fingers, and you open your eyes to see his concerned expression.

“King, I’m sorry…” you start to apologize, feeling horrible for skipping his show because of some damn insecurity.

“My dear, what for?” Dice shakes his head in shock, cupping your face. What on earth would you need to apologize for? Missing his show? That was the last thing on his mind. He just wants you to be happy.

“I missed your—”

“I don’t give a damn about the show, sweetheart. To hell with it. All I care about is you. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, honey.”

“No you’re not.”

Dammit. Damn him. Damn him for being so fucking caring. So worried. He’s making this way harder than it needs to be.

“You’re not fine. You missed the show, and cried yourself to sleep listening to the radio. Something’s wrong. Please, doll, tell me.”

You sigh shakily and sit up, leaning against him as he wraps his arms around you. He rubs your back, massaging your shoulder blades and giving you a reassuring kiss on your forehead.

Your hand grips the trim of his waistcoat tightly as your eyes find his. His hand strokes your cheek once again, and you lean into his touch.

“…Why did you choose me, King?”

Dice is taken aback at this. What do you mean by that? Why wouldn’t he?

“I… what?”

“Out of everyone you could have had, why me? Surely, you could do so much better. There are so many others who would kill to be your lover, who are much more beautiful than I’ll ever be. People who wouldn’t be such a dead weight on your—”

“That’s enough.”

You jump slightly at the sudden interruption, and look back up at Dice. His expression makes your heart ache.

He looks so… heartbroken. Like you just told him his mother died. Your eyes well up with fresh tears as he hugs you tighter, refusing to let go of you.

“Don’t ever say that to me again. I don’t want whatever the others have to offer. They couldn’t possibly make me feel the way you do.”

Here come the waterworks. You sniffle slightly as the tears in your eyes roll down your cheeks, falling from your chin and landing in your lap.

“Dice…”

“Come here, pumpkin.”

He holds you tightly in his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. His heart cracks with every soft sob you give.

You feel your husband gently tilt your chin up, and sigh shakily as he dabs your tears away with his handkerchief.

His touch is so comforting. So cautious. You yearn for it.

“You are not a ‘dead weight’ to me, darling. Not even close. If it’s your size you’re worried about, I need that to get out of your head right now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your weight. I, for one, adore it.”

“Wait, what?” The declaration catches you off guard.

“I’m not a touchy person, honey. I hate it when people get too close to me. But I just can’t keep my hands off of you. You know that. I wish I could take away every insecurity you have. All the bad days.”

Dice brings you closer, his hands resting on your plump sides. He gives them a loving squeeze, coaxing a soft whine from your mouth.

“I could tell you how much I love you and your body until my tongue falls off. But who am I kidding? We both know that actions speak louder than words.”

His hands slip up underneath your top, and he gives you a look asking to take it off. You nod hesitantly, and lift up your arms as he gently strips you.

It’s cold in the room. But it doesn’t matter. His hands warm you right up.

Your bottoms are off a second later , leaving you in your undergarments. And Dice is all over you.

Massaging your stomach. Your thighs. Hungry eyes scanning over your figure. He’s needy. And you’re starting to get there as well.

You tug at his waistcoat before slipping it off, letting it drop over your discarded clothing. Dice lets you strip him down, helping you unbutton his vest and undershirt.

You’re both hungrily fondling over each other now, your lips locking onto his. You wrestle tongues with each other, hungry for a taste. Boy, does he taste sweet, a lot like caramel.

“Mmm… lay down for me, darling.”

You obey, and lay on your back. But Dice has other plans.

“On your stomach.”

You obey curiously, turning over on your stomach for him. You feel your bottoms being tugged off, and yelp in surprise when your legs are spread out. Hands pry your cheeks apart, and Dice’s sweet voice reaches your ears.

“You look so delicious, babydoll. Don’t mind me, I just have to have a taste…”

A pleasured shriek is ripped from your throat as Dice puts his mouth to work. His tongue slips in your ass, eating you up and savoring the taste. Your stomach clenches in excitement as he continues, his saliva lubing you up quite nicely.

His hands continue holding your cheeks apart, and he occasionally gives them both an affectionate squeeze. God, you wish he’d do this more often. It feels amazing.

He stops after several minutes, satisfied at his handiwork. You whine desperately, wishing he would continue, and he chuckles softly in response.

“Don’t you worry, baby… I’m not done with you yet~”

You hear the telltale sound of Dice slipping off his boxers, and you eagerly arch your back, waiting excitedly for him.

His tip presses against your ass, and with a soft murmur of praise, he slips his cock inside of you.

Fuck, that’s incredible!

There could not be a more perfect fit. You both are like lock and key. He fills you up so much that pleasured tears leak from your cheeks, falling onto the pillows.

“I wouldn’t do this with anyone else, sweetness. You couldn’t pay me to. You’re the only one I’ll ever need~”

He affirms the message by beginning to rock his hips against your ass, thrusting in and out of you. You screech in elation, moving along with him to match his rhythm. You know damn well he’s telling the truth.

He loves you, for all that you are. Including your extra weight. Your curves. Your folds. Your tummy. He loves it all. And he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

And you? You’re head over heels. You’ve known how perfect he is since the very beginning, before you even introduced yourself. You’ll thank the lucky stars for giving you this gift for the rest of your days.

You moan loudly for him as he tugs at your hair, leaning down and nibbling your tender flesh. He pounds into you, hitting your g spot, his hands holding you in place.

“Ohhh, KING! Please, don’t stop-! Faster, King! I beg!~”

“I hear you, sweetheart. Your wish is my command~” He murmurs into your ear, picking up the pace. His hands travel to your front, resting on your round stomach and giving it gentle squeezes.

Good god, he’s magical. The more he praises you and rubs his hands on your curves, the more your insecurity fades away. You can barely remember being sad in the first place.

He’s fucking you senseless.

With a shriek, you throw your head back, allowing Dice free entry to your neck. He takes this opportunity to nip at the side, groaning loudly as he sucks at your flesh.

“Delicious… you taste delicious, doll-!” He moans into you as he continues to ram his hips into you, chasing after both your climaxes.

He finds them in no time.

“KING! King, I’m close! PLEASE— I’M GONNA CUM!~” You scream in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

“IT’S OKAY! DO IT! CUM! CUM FOR ME, SWEETNESS!~”

That was all you needed to hear. You screech in euphoria as you catch up to your release, fluids exploding from under you. Your insides tingle in excitement, your legs trembling from the sheer power of your orgasm.

You cum a second time when Dice does, exploding his seed into your ass with a loud groan. He fills you up so much that his spent leaks out of you once he pulls himself out. It drips down your crack, spilling between your legs and combining with your own seed.

As a last little favor, Dice holds you steady as he leans down, lapping up every single drop of seed his tongue finds. He leaves nothing behind, cleaning you completely. You’ll never be tired of how his tongue feels against you. It’s heavenly.

You’re completely full. You’re satisfied. You’re… happy. You’re so happy. You’ve never been so thrilled in your life.

Dice collapses beside you, panting heavily. His body glistens with sweat. He’s exhausted. But when he looks over at you, all you see is infatuation.

He’s falling in love with you all over again.

You breathe out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you.

He rests his head on your soft chest, taking comfort in your racing heartbeat. You sigh softly in content as his hands gently knead at your sides, massaging the tension out of your muscles.

“I hope this helped you, sugar. I love you so much, and I don’t want to trade you for anything.” Dice smiles softly at you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. “Every single part of you, I adore. Never change.”

Happy tears prick the corners of your eyes, and you hug him tighter, deepening your kiss. That declaration, you think, is enough.

More than enough.

“You’ve helped me more than I’d ever deserve, my King. I love you too.”

Dice pulls the duvet over you both, and you drift off in each other’s arms, just happy to be with one another.

You wouldn’t change yourself for anyone. You don’t need to. Dice is the only person whose opinion matters to you, and he thinks you’re perfect.

And if King Dice thinks you’re perfect, well…

Who could argue with that?