i feel like if you were to make enough innuendos with chance, you'd get more than just good rolls during your sessions
things like subtle hints and just general flirty body language as you play. you don't go the extra horny route when y'all are playing, but when the time comes around you always take the opportunity to slip in a little remark, and chance doesn't miss them either.
"i think you're looking for a different kind of roleplay right now," chance would say as he'd set his GnG equipment aside. he's got that mischievous glint behind his glasses, and you already know you've rolled a score.
he's crawling over the various sheets and maps to get to you, and before you know it, he's hovering over you with his legs nudging yours open. he's got a smirk on his face, and his voice goes from his typical fantasy narrator to something a lot more.. erotic.
"consider me your.. dungeon master for the night. now, get on the table. i'm gonna show you a real tabletop game."
this is the dumbest thing i've ever written LMAOOO
mohawk mark ,, going out of his comfort zone to care for you
he's used to being served and tended to — he thinks he's entitled to it.
but when he sees you curled up to his side after he basically fucked you like he hates you, he can't help but feel compelled to make sure you're comfy ,, and clean ,,, and well fed ,,,
he tries to act like it's just common sense to clean you in the bath or cook you food, but the both of you know damn well it's because he loooooves you <3
okay so i've seen the concept of mark fucking the reader's clothes but what if we reversed that ??
so like ,,, picture this; you're hanging out in mark's room . he's currently helping his mom with dinner, so you're left by yourself up there.
but rather than reading comics or finding a video game to play, you entertain yourself with his superhero suit.
don't worry -- he told you himself that he's invincible, so having your hands on his suit was expected
but you're not examining the pattern or the fabric material. instead, you've got it bunched up and shoved against your cock, hips grinding into it. bonus points if you're on his bed w/ your face shoved into his pillow to get as much of his scent as possible.
sure, there were plenty other clothes you could be humping, but you could get your hands on those at any point. hell, you probably had some hoodies and sweaters you stole from him hiding somewhere in your closet.
using his suit felt like having a piece of him that you didn't really get to be near very much.
the powerful hero that would be whisked away to deal with a threat in an entirely different country.
the one who's faced blow after blow in battle yet still brought himself back up again ,, because all he could think about was protecting this world. protecting its people. protecting you.
the man who smelled like the thin air of the ozone layer after flying miles above, the scent imbued in each thread of his suit and every strand of hair as he soared the skies.
you love all of him, even the parts you can only watch from the window or through the tv screen. his superhero suit smells different from the rest of his clothes, but it's still undeniably him.
as you rut yourself into the balled up clothing, you can't help but think of him actually fucking you while wearing it. all torn up and disheveled from a fight, his body wound up and needing nothing more than to fuck you until he forgets.
the thought has you cumming on it in no time, your hips stuttering as the fantasy's vividness becomes just as potent as his scent.
now it's got your cum on it.
well, you can't exactly leave it there , so you pull it away and straighten it out so you can clean it up properly.
but when you turn, you see through the small crack of the door, one you had no clue was slightly ajar.
there he stands, wide-eyed, cheeks burning like a stovetop ,, and a painfully obvious tent in his sweatpants.
VERY self indulgent , based heavily around my experiences but told in 2nd person pov . my apologies for the specificity
picture this; vocal stimming, right? imagine you're playing w/ parker or hanging out with him and one of your vocal stims kinda just rips midway through.
"i'm gonna fucking bite someone..."
out of nowhere, parker responds, "if it's me, then i'll be biting back!"
it quickly turns into banter as you respond, "oh you couldn't bite if you tried, boy"
"is that a challenge?" says parker.
"maybe," you say back. that's what seals your fate as he quickly pounces on you. you've made it a game, and he very much expects you to play.
"most bites wins."
wrapping his arms around you, he's practically tearing your clothes off to try and get as much biting space as possible. you try to get one in on his neck, but he's faster than you, teeth bared before sinking them into your neck. he doesn't draw blood, but rather a sweet gasp from your lips.
thinking about daisuke and mitchell ,,, helping you (afab) to relieve stress ,,,,
"you're doing so well, my love," daisuke would say as you lay on him, your head in his lap whilst mitchell was busy enjoying the juicy meal between your legs. you'd cry out as daisuke's gentle hands grazed over your bare chest, giving your nipples a gentle tug. "just like that..."
mitchell would have put his own word in, but he was far too addicted to the way you tasted for him to even dream about pulling away. his lips were latched to your soaked folds, tongue lapping up every drop of your juices like finest of delicacies. he'd occasionally capture your clit between his teeth, relishing in the squeals his actions elicited before returning to shoving his tongue into your hole.
and he's not done when you cum. no no no, he wants seconds. daisuke doesn't complain about it—something about how you'd cling to him for support from the sheer pleasure was something that had his grip becoming just a little bit tighter on you. neither of them plan on letting you go any time soon,,,
inspired by @a99jazzybean's chance fic where chance can feel you kissing the dice ,,,
picture this; you like to fidget with things a lot, and the d20 is one of your favorite things to mess with. even before meeting him through the dateviators, it was a habit you always had. but not only do you fidget, but you have an oral fixation as well. not in a sexual way or even intentionally; you just like to put stuff in or near your mouth.
let's say you're just hanging out with chance, maybe writing something or helping chance brainstorm, and you're just fiddling w/ your d20. it seems fine at first, but that's quick to change when chance suddenly feels a pair of lips along his tummy. his face flushes red, he glances towards you, who is completely lost in your own world with the die in your fingers, pressed to your lips.
it wasn't too bad at first until you began to rotate the thing, your lips brushing along the different faces and causing chance to feel it across the respective parts.
it's when your mouth brushes over the 7 when chance abruptly gets up, his face flushed red as he tries to seem casual in dismissing himself.
"it's getting a bit stuffy in here. i'm gonna take a break," he says, leaving you with the rest of his g&g stuff as he scrambles to leave the room so he can take care of the.. problem between his legs.
cw;; no mentioned genitalia or pronouns (aside from the word succubus, but does that count?), basically open for interpretation, not proofread just silly/horny, spoilers for date everything
i'm on a roll today hehehe get it? anyways, enjoy some chance ;)
edit—the writing gets really bad towards the end (i finished it at like 2 am) so i am very sorry for the lack of quality. plus i'm not all that used to writing smut so this is gonna be bad to begin with djfbjdnf
Ever since you had gotten yourself into a relationship with your D20 (thanks to the dateviators you received), you've done quite a lot of roleplaying lately. Fantasy to cyberpunk, solo or with other objects, you've indulged in quite a lot of GnG than you normally would have.. not that it was a bad thing.
But it didn't slip by you whenever Chance would oh-so coyly sly innuendos into his words.. something along the lines of a different type of roleplay. At first, it seemed silly, but as time went on, you couldn't help but imagine just what it might be like to engage in the.. higher rated roleplays with him. His hands traversing your body like a hand-drawn map, his skillful tongue whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he pressed his baggy pants to your hips, and the sharp and mischievous glint of his glasses whenever he picked up on your fluster. The possibilities were endless.
You couldn't help but be drawn towards the idea, yet whenever presented with the chance to offer it up, you found yourself clamming up each and every time. Of course, Chance's keen senses were quick to pick up on your nervous fidgeting whenever you'd give him an awakening, and who was he to let a potentially rivetting adventure slip him by? Perhaps you had something interesting in mind aside from his own fantasy worlds he would weave just for you.
"Is there something on your mind?" His voice snaps you out of your haze, your eyes flitting up to meet his own behind his red tinted glasses. You give him a wave, telling him that you're alright.
"You.. seem to be lost in thought. Is there something on your mind?" Chance tilts his head, the adorable look in his gaze causing your heart to practically jump to your throat. You wanted to speak, but you felt stuck. "Perhaps an idea for a campaign?"
Your words stay caught in your throat for a good moment, feeling your face flush with a sudden warmth as Chance stares expectantly for an answer, yet with a soft enough gaze as to not pressure you. And eventually, the words stumble out of your mouth as you finally force yourself to speak, "I was thinking of doing a.. different kind of roleplay..."
It takes Chance a moment to process, but once it clicks, his eyes seem to light up as a smirk adorns his lips. "I see.. and what did you have in mind?" His hand reaches out to your face, fingers trailing along your jawline and coaxing you closer to him. "I think I have a couple of ideas..."
You suddenly feel a rush up your spine as his fingertips grazed your skin, your knees going weak as you made a struggle to say something. Your flustered reaction elicits another chuckle from Chance's chest as he slowly backed himself up, taking a seat on the desk as he slowly but surely began to undo the string that kept his pants up.
"Here, why don't we try this..?" His pants fall to the ground, revealing the pair of dice-patterned boxers beneath. There was a prominent bulge beneath the fabric, leading you to believe that perhaps he too had been fantasizing about such.. steamy scenarios. "You can be a succubus, and I'll be your human feeder. I've got plenty for you to snack on~"
He uses one hand to teasingly tug his boxers down, his other hand bracing the desk as he slowly revealed himself, inch by inch. Eventually, his full length was on display, five inches that had your mouth watering already.
"Awh, you seem hungry. C'mere, baby," Chance cooed with a crook of his finger, beckoning you to come closer. You were so caught up in admiring his cock, you hadn't even noticed that you were crawling towards him, eventually settling your face between his thighs.
"Go on," Chance's hand threaded through your hair, his fingers a gentle caress even as he nudged your face closer to his erection. "I know you're hungry~"
You barely even hesitate as you mindlessly parted your lips, but you didn't quite put him in your mouth. Instead, you give the head of his cock a lick, coaxing a sample of his pre-cum from his slit and allowing it to coat your tongue. Chance lets out a soft shudder as you trail your tongue down his length, his hand lifting from your hair to rest against the desk.
"S-so warm..." Chance feels like he's about to melt already despite the fact that you've barely even started. Just feeling you lick and kiss at his throbbing shaft is already enough to make him cum on the spot, and you know it all too well. His eyes flitted down to meet your face, and yours flitted up to meet his, the both of you locking eyes. His glasses were slightly fogged over from his steamy pants, chest heaving with each shallow breath. It was adorable just how easy it was for Chance to turn into a mess at your fingertips.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally wrap your lips around Chance's cock, engulfing just the head and swirling your tongue around the sensitive area. Chance jolts at the sensation, hands gripping his desk tighter as he yelps your name.
"Holy Crit-! Just- just like that..! Yes...!" Chance's head falls back as you finally begin to move your head, his breath coming in short pants and heaves in a desperate attempt to gather the air you had practically knocked out of his lungs. Your mouth just felt so.. good. If he didn't know any better, he might've thought you were an actual succubus from the way you were sucking his cock.
He couldn't help but buck his hips forward, the tip kissing the back of your throat and making you gag before pulling away. The sight had Chance blinking out of his lust-addled state for just a moment, eyes widening as he fixed his posture before reaching out to cup your cheek.
"Are you okay? We can stop if you- hngh-!" Chance was quickly cut off as your mouth returned to his dick, practically falling back on the desk with a choked moan and shaky grip on the cool surface. At this point, he was putty in your hands, whining and desperately bucking his hips as if he were a dog in heat. His self-control was slipping and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.
"Please- please I- I'm- I'm gonna c-cum..!" He managed to whimper between pathetic gasps and mewls, any trace of dominance now lost to the wind.. or rather, the cool air of the office. You couldn't help but giggle as you continued to bob your head along his cock, and that was enough to make him explode.
His hand shot out to tangle in your hair, fingers digging through the strands as he tugged your face closer. With a loud cry, he shot his load right down your throat, painting it more and more white with each messy thrust of his hips. Even as he slowed down, he still didn't let go, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath once more.
Finally, his thick fingers released your head, allowing you to pull away as he leaned back against the desk.
"That was.. amazing..." Chance sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he lolled his head to meet your gaze. Yet before he could ask if you were alright, he found you now towering over him, your hips now straddling his along the desk. "Ah.. wh- what are you doing-?"
You grabbed him by the die on his cloak, tugging him so that his face was mere inches from yours. There was a glint of hunger in your eyes as your gaze met his, and Chance knew damn well he was in trouble.
