HIIIII! I just binge read your date everything fics and I love them! May i ask for yet another Chance fic, where y/n is familiar with g&g and used to play with their friends from time to time - using his dice of course! And... y/n used to kiss the piece for the "lucky shot", doesn't matter if it worked or not. So now, with Skylars help, y/n can speak with him and even play a session or two and it is so much fun! But she is completely oblivious to the fact that he remembers every time y/ns lips touched his dice-y form and each time he silently yearns for her lips to touch him once again... The rest is up to you, lots of love!
I love this prompt so much! Thank you for the request!
With a Taste of Your Lips...
Part 2
synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.
words: 4.7K
includes: chancexfem!reader, ttrpg playing, making out, fondling an object?, cumming untouched kinda, smut
a/n: I might make a part 2 to this one, thoughts? Also, its got smut. No minors!
“You feel yourself growing weaker. The spell the lich cast on you drains your life force. All of your comrades are downed. You are their final hope.” Your GM stares you down, brow raised. “What would you like to do?”
Looking around the table you see all of your friends' faces are grim. All eyes are on you. Taking a look at the battlemap before you, your eyes widened.
“Past the cliff, it’s the Abysmal Pit, correct?” You asked the GM.
“Correct.”
“And anyone who falls in is erased from existence, right?
“Correct.”
“No!” Sam shouted. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t do it!”
You give her a solemn look, eyes filled with sadness.
“I’m sorry.” You pick up your red D20. “But you can’t stop me. I’m going for a grapple on the lich, then I’m dragging him over the edge with me.”
A chorus of gasps erupts from your party members. Some are getting teary-eyed.
Two years of a campaign filled with adventure, friendship, romance, and tears. This is how it ends. Perhaps it was destined to be.
“Make your roll.” Your GM feels tears prick in their own eyes. Not knowing whether they want you to succeed on this or not.
As is tradition on major rolls, you bring your trusty die to your lips. Pecking it softly, you pray that this works.
“Lucky shot,” you hear Sam say under their breath.
Cupping the die in your hands, you give a good shake. Then you release it onto the table. Everyone in the room is holding their breath as it rolls. Finally, it stops. Natural 20.
Normally, the table would erupt with cheers. This time, it wasn’t proper to celebrate.
“Prim,” your GM took in a shaky breath as he spoke your character’s name. Trying to hold back tears. “You muster up the final dregs of strength within you. Pulling yourself up with a groan. Everything hurts, but your mind has been made up. Pushing through it all, you start to run. Taking one final look at your fallen teammates. This is the last time you will see them. Tell me how this ends.” Their voice wavered.
“As I run toward the lich, I let out a final ‘goodbye’. I grab it around the waist, then throw both of us off of the ledge. No matter what it does I keep ahold of it. It’s coming with me.” Your own eyes fill with tears.
“As you fall, the lich tries to get you off of it, but to no avail. For a brief moment you can see a flash of its past humanity. Fear filling its face as it realizes the one thing that it tried to run from has finally arrived. Death in the shape of a half-elf rogue who risked it all to defeat it.”
Chance sighed dreamily, remembering your great sacrifice. Seemed like you frequently played characters that laid their life on the line. No wonder he was absolutely smitten.
While you weren’t able to see his personified form at the moment, he was able to see you. Back hunched over as you typed on Mac. The computer feeling pretty good about themselves as you cranked out your latest self-insert fanfic. What else were you supposed to do when an AI took over your job?
Chance wasn’t able to see what you were writing, but could see Mac occasionally blush and chuckle at the words you were typing onto them.
“Care to share?” He asked the computer.
Mac glanced over at him, then back to one of the screens in front of them.
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. She’s kind of mortified that I’ve even read this stuff.” Mac turned back to read what you had just typed out, red blooming on their face. “Yeah, no. You don’t need to know about this.”
Chance grumbled to himself. It didn’t feel fair that Mac got to see the sexiest innermost thoughts of yours. Actually, he was kind of jealous of many of your objects. Betty slept with you every night, witnessing the limited sexual exploits of yours. Johnny, he wouldn’t talk about it, too much of a gentleman. But the massage setting on his shower head? He might have alluded to activities you had accomplished with that.
It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing how much better the other beings in the home got to know you intimately. All Chance wanted was a taste of that knowledge.
He hoped you’d put your Dateviators back on again. Now that you had been able to see him, all he wanted was your attention. It didn’t help that you enthusiastically offered to play G&G with him. Only feeding into the ever-growing obsession with you.
It didn’t start when you put those glasses on, no. It started when you came up with that damned tradition. Kissing the 20 side of his die body. You didn’t know, couldn’t know, really. But he felt it, every single time. It was special, something you only did when making a major roll. And you always picked him. Your “lucky shot” for your “lucky die”.
The thing was, you hadn’t ended that tradition. When you began playing with Chance, you continued to make your lucky shots. Not realizing that although the personified version was sitting in front of you, Chance was still very much connected to the object he was. He would have you roll on something difficult, and as if it were instinct, you pressed your soft lips right on the20 side. Thankfully, Chance had been able to maintain his composure as you watched the die roll. However, it was beginning to become too much.
Each press of your lips to the die had him falling for you harder and harder.
With a sigh, you pushed away from your computer. Eyeing the die beside you with a smirk. Tapping on the desk, your gaze flitted over to your glasses. It had been a few hours since you had them on, couldn’t hurt to say hi to your office. And there might have been a specific object that held your affections.
“You know. I can feel you looking at me, right?” You teased the die before putting on the Dateviators.
Chance’s face was ruddy when you looked at him, caught red handed. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he gave you an apologetic look.
“What can I say? You’re nice to look at.”
Now it was your turn to blush. The damned man always seemed to fluster you in such innocuous ways. Somehow always polite with his flirting.
There were times he could be fairly forward, but he never pushed. It was sweet.
Thinking about it, you could go for something sweet now. But nothing that was consumable.
“Do you have a session prepped?” You asked.
Immediately, he perked up. A bright smile on his face complimented by an enthused flush.
“Of course! Ever since you’ve come along, I’m like ten sessions ahead!” He leaned toward you, bouncing on his toes.
“I’m glad that you’ve been so inspired. I love your stories.” You gave him a soft smile.
His eyes widen, practically sparkling at your words.
“Y-you love my stories?” He held his hand to his heart, feeling the muscle pump faster at your compliment.
“Why do you think I want to play with you so often?” You pulled his die over with a finger, rolling it around. “I have a lot of fun with you.”
“We could have more fun.” He raised a brow suggestively, looking over his glasses at you.
Red in the face, you waved him off with a giggle.
“Do you have time to play now?”
“I always have time for you.”
You were sure you heard Timothy scoff somewhere in the distance. That was no matter though, for now you had the full attention of your favorite die.
“Shall we play, then?”
Chance nodded enthusiastically, then proceeded to get his GM station set up. When his screen and notes were all in place, he gave an approved nod. Looking up, he beamed at you again. Feeling his heart squeeze at the content smile on your face as you sat on the other end of the table from him. Oh how he wished to always keep you happy. He would play forever with you just to make sure that smile never fell from your lips.
“Alright, where did we leave off?” He glanced over his notes.
“I managed to talk myself out of being eaten by a giant.” You had your own notes pulled out.
Chance felt his heart swell again. You took notes! Oh, you truly were the perfect player.
“That’s right! My charismatic girl!” He chuckled as your face grew red.
He was glad that he managed to make you as flustered as you made him. Equal opportunity flirting to make the other squirm. Again, perfect.
“You’ve gotten away from the giant, but you still have yet to find the gilded egg laying hen.”
“Thankfully, you have quite the wise girl as well!” You let out a satisfied huff. “Can I make a perception check to see where the chicken is?”
“You may.” He motioned for you to continue.
Shaking the die in your hands you urged it to roll well.
“C’mon D20, show me what you’re made of!”
You released the die, it clattered into your dice tray. After a moment of circling, it landed on a 16.
“Nice! And that’s a plus four to my perception!”
“Wonderful!” He cleared his throat, continuing his tale. “As you look around the foyer of the giant’s castle, you aren’t finding any indications of where a hen might be roosting. However, after a moment of hearing silence, there’s a new sound filtering down the hallway to the north.”
“What’s the sound?” You ask with a knowing smirk.
“It’s soft harp music, almost dreamlike.”
After your previous character died valiantly saving a village from a dragon, Chance asked if you would mind experimenting with a fairytale themed game. Of course, you agreed, excited to see what he would come up with. While some of the quests you have been on so far were a bit predictable, he had many twists and turns added in.
Like Cinderella’s slipper turning out to be a baby mimic. When you had managed to aid the prince in finding his lost love, the mimic revealed itself, chomping down on her foot. However, she didn’t scream. It turned out, Cinderella’s ballgown had already consumed her and was using her head and limbs to blend in. The fairy godmother revealed herself as a demon looking to collect on the souls of the kingdom. All she needed was the prince to disappear so she could take his place.
It was a lovely twist that ended with a fairly hard battle. Thankfully the prince that accompanied you turned out to be part of the bloodline of very powerful sorcerers, so he was able to aid in the defeat of the fairy godmother.
The prince tried asking for your hand in marriage, but you had other adventures to go on. Instead, you left with a hefty amount of gold. A token of appreciation for saving the kingdom. The engagement ring hidden amongst the coins didn’t go unnoticed, Chance giving you a cheeky wink when he mentioned it.
You had noticed the man had been throwing romance options at you throughout each of the fairy tales. Many of them were love stories, sure, but it seemed like he really wanted you to get with someone. Little Red Riding Hood, growing smitten with you after you saved her from the belly of a wolf. A huntsman asking for your hand after you aided him in saving the kingdom from a corrupt king. Snow White practically begged you to marry her after you turned out to be her “true love's kiss”. He was laying it on pretty thick, so to speak.
Truthfully, the reason why you never accepted was because you wanted Chance to stop hiding his affections behind characters in your game. The two of you had constant flirty banter, but it felt like he could only speak through innuendo when hinting at wanting anything more. While it was endearing, it was starting to become tiring.
Though admittedly, you were a coward too. It would be hypocritical to judge the man considering you couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything either. Instead, you sat in a flirtatious purgatory. Something that could be viewed as a comfortable platonic relationship, but in reality had very, very heavy overtones of desire.
Neither you or Chance could be subtle. There were times where you could feel the hunger in his eyes as he ran your game. Usually when you did something quite clever.
That time when you answered his Latin riddle? The man was very glad he had baggy pants on.
Then there was you. Easily bending to his dominating whims when he was GMing. Something about him having that kind of authority over you often had you clenching your thighs and squirming in your chair. And don’t even get started on the villain monologues. He pulled one of those out, you left the gaming table with your panties soaked. Giving Betty quite the show when you couldn’t get to sleep.
Back to your current game, Chance asked for your next move.
“I follow the sound of the harp.”
“You feel almost entranced at the music. Your steps pulling you to the north hallway. After about an hour of walking (remember, this is a GIANT’S castle) you made it to the room the music was coming from. Peering inside, you see a giant sitting on a bed. She appears to be much shorter than the one you first encountered, but still clearly a giant. You can tell she is related to the other giant, both sporting the same nose shape. The giant girl is playing the harp, her fingers delicately plucking at the strings. You look across from her and see what you’ve been looking for. A hen nestled in a nest of straw. Its body swaying side to side with the music. Below it you see a peek of gold. What would you like to do?”
“I’m not going to try and hide.”
Chance looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your blatant move.
“I handled the other giant with my words, I can easily do the same again.”
Oh, he loved your confidence. Your willingness to dive in despite the consequences. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end with your bones ground up to make bread. Quite the horrific way to depart this mortal realm.
“If you say so. You stride inside with confidence. Hyping yourself up from your previous encounter with a giant.” He rolled a die, giving a grimace. “The giant girl doesn’t appear to see you. She’s looking right at the hen, swaying side to side as she continues to play the harp.”
“I try to catch her attention by clearing my throat loudly.”
“You clear your throat, and she stops playing. A sour look grows on her face as she looks for the source of the sound. Looking down, she finally spots you. Crossing her arms, she gives you a pout.”
“You know, it’s quite rude to interrupt a performance.” Chance put on the voice of a little girl, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
“Chance, you know that wasn’t in-game.” You gave him a stern look.
“I know, I’m just messin. Anyways… she looks at you, waiting for you to respond.”
“I apologize, your music is lovely.”
“Then why did you interrupt me?”
“Well, I have some important matters to discuss.”
“Important matters? What’s important is that Bailey gets her proper rest.” Chance returns to his normal voice. “You follow her gaze to the hen in the nest.”
“Is Bailey your hen?”
“Obviously!” The character voice returned. “And she won’t lay eggs unless I play for her.”
“I see.” You ponder on that information for a moment, then ask. “Is the harp huge?”
“It’s giant, so is the hen.”
“Didn’t the asshole who hired me say he had been here before? Why send me up if there’s no way to bring the items down?” You huffed in frustration at the quest-giver.
“Who said there wasn’t a way to bring them down?” He clicked his tongue at you, admonishingly.
“Hmmm. I think I'll talk to the girl some more.” He motioned for you to continue. “I’m sure Bailey loves your music.”
“She does, she always lays an egg when I play! My daddy says I’m gettin just as good as my mama!” Chance goes back to narrating. “After she says that she goes quiet. Her eyes widening as if she’s just realized you were here. There’s a darkness in them that surprises you for a girl so young.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You bit your lip nervously.
“You’re a human. Humans aren’t allowed here!”
“Um, you’re dad let me go. At least I think it was your dad.” You give Chance a nervous glance.
“Roll on persuasion.”
Shaking the dice, you let it drop. Watching in fear as it lands on a three. Chance’s gaze grows dark.
“You only think you know? How can I know if you’re telling the truth?” Chance narrates again. “The giant girl stands up, towering high over you. A glare on her face as her eyes narrow. But you spot something odd, her eyes are watering.” The little girl voice is put back on. “All humans lie! I bet you’re no different!”
“I decide to stay quiet, letting her speak.” You say to Chance. Again, he’s surprised at your action.
“Your people killed my mom!” He switches back to normal. “You now see tears falling from her eyes. She’s going to reach for you.” He rolls a die, eyeing you expectantly. “Would you like to do anything to stop it?”
“No. I let her.”
“A large hand grabs you with a crushing squeeze. You feel the air forced out of your body by the strong grip of her hand. She lifts you to her head.” He clears his throat, going back to the girl voice. “I should just eat you, show you how it feels.” He gives you another expectant look. “Are you going to try and do anything?”
“Nope. I’m gonna close my eyes and accept my fate.”
Impressed, Chance sits back with his arms crossed. Pondering on what to do next. While you had managed to talk your way out of the last giant encounter, he thought you would at least try to fight your way out of this one. The giant child’s stat block was something that you could manage on your own.
“Okay. I want you to roll persuasion, and I’ll be nice and give you advantage for what you’ve managed to do so far.”
Pumping your fist in the air, you reached for the die. This time, you brought the D20 to your lips, giving it a light peck. This was a roll that was gonna need it.
“C’mon lucky shot, don’t let me down now.”
The first roll landed on a 6. Again, you brought the die to your lips. The kiss to the dice slightly lingering, just for good luck. You shook it in your hand and released, crossing your fingers for a good roll. Slowly, it spun to land on a 20.
“Nat 20 babee! Let’s gooooo!” You stood up and cheered, your character saved.
Chance remained seated, face beet red. His breathing had become labored. For some reason, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Maybe it was the fact that you had kissed the die in succession. Something he could feel burning through his body.
Coming down from your high, you realized Chance hadn’t continued. Turning, you gave him a concerned look. Walking over, you eyed the state he was in. Face still extremely flushed.
“Are you okay?” You leaned toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“I-I’m fine. We can continue!” He rubbed his neck nervously.
“Are you sure? Your face is really red.”
“What did you expect after kissing me like that!” He clamped his hands over his mouth, face turning another shade darker.
“What? I didn’t kiss…” You looked over to the die, feeling a heat crawl up your neck. “C-can you feel that?”
Hands still over his mouth, he nodded. You realized you had been performing your luck ritual the entire time you had been playing with Chance. He could feel it. Every. Single. Time.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You felt terrible, doing that to him without asking.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said softly.
“But then I kept making you uncomfortable! Kissing you without your consent, ugh. I’m so sorry, Chance.” You gave him a sad look that pierced his heart. That wasn’t what he meant at all!
“I never said I was uncomfortable.” He composed himself somewhat.
“Huh?”
“I might have liked it…” He trailed quietly.
“What was that?” You couldn’t make out what he said.
“I like it!” He blurted. “I really like it when you kiss me.” His face grew red again as he waited for your response.
“Y-you do?”
He nodded sheepishly.
“Yeah. It feels… nice. Really nice.” He bit his lip nervously. “You’re always so soft and sweet.”
“Oh.” Your face was burning.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He gave you an apologetic look.
“Chance…” This time you were nervous.
“Yes?”
You leaned down toward his face. Arms planted on the headrest of his chair.
“Can I actually kiss you?”
“I-I mean technically you are ‘actually’ kissing me…” He stuttered out, eyes flitting between your eyes and lips.
You gave him an unamused pout.
“You know what I mean. How’s about this? Can I give you a reciprocated kiss? One that you also participate in?”
“Yes. Please.”
With that, you pressed your lips to his. Chance froze up at first, eyes wide at the fact that this was happening. Leaning into the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut. You let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against yours. Soft and plush, perfectly meldable with your own.
With your tongue, you teased at his bottom lip. Gladly, he slightly opened his mouth for your tongues to intertwine. A low groan left him as he tasted you. So fucking perfect.
The man pushed the chair away from the table, letting you sink onto his lap. Your hand trailed up his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned against you at the action. His own hands trailed over your body, mapping out your slopes and curves. Ultimately they landed on your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. You giggled against his lips, pulling away to get a good look at him.
Face still flushed with kiss bitten lips and blown out pupils. He stared up at you like you were a goddess that was granting him a blessing. That was sure how this encounter was feeling. Something that he had only dreamed of.
“You’re so handsome.” You pressed kisses against his jaw and down his throat, making him shiver.
“And you’re beautiful. So perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
Leaning your forehead against his, you smiled. Then an idea came to you. Biting your lip, you wondered if the man beneath you would oblige to your whims.
“Chance…”
“Hmm?”
“When I kiss your die, where do you feel it?”
“Oh, um, I guess on my face? Like a whisper against my cheeks and the corner of my lips.” He let out an awkward chuckle.
You shifted off of him to grab the die, then returned to his lap. Holding the die in front of you, you looked over the numbers.
“So what would happen if I kissed the other numbers?” You asked, gaze hungry.
Oh, oh, this was hot. So fucking hot. Chance thought just kissing you was a dream come true. You wanting more from him? That was merely a fantasy.
“I suppose I would feel you kissing me on other parts of my body.” He answered. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen. You only ever kissed the 20.
“So if I kiss the one.” You brought the dice to your lips, pecking the side.
Chance giggled at the feeling. Right on the bottom of his foot.
“I take it that was your foot?”
He nodded, excited to see where this was going. Already feeling himself growing semi-hard in his pants as he watched you in anticipation.
You pressed a kiss to the five, eyeing Chance’s response. He twitched under you with a whimper.
“Where was that?”
“My left thigh.”
Okay, so if five was the left thigh then… you pressed a kiss to the six.
“R-right thigh.” He groaned out. Having your lips on him like this was something else.
It was probably a good thing you never kissed the other numbers. He was sure you would make him cum from just kissing him alone.
“So if six is your other thigh then that must mean seven or eight is likely your-”
“What if we avoided that area?” He cut you off, a nervous sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Why’s that?” You leaned in, giving him a deep kiss.
“I-I just…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Chance, would me kissing the dice equivalent of your crotch make you cum?” Wow, just right out with it.
“Y-yeah, yeah. It would. I’m gonna be honest. With the way that you’re already going at it, I’d probably cum just from you kissing me.”
“Really?” You sat upright, eyes sparkling.
He nodded, blushing furiously.
“Could we try it?” You bit your lip.
The thought of having the man fall apart just from you kissing him had you riled up. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the thought. Seeing him squirm from your kisses before coming undone. Oh, that was very appealing.
“You want to?” He was surprised.
“Yeah, I do. Only if you want to.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other as you moaned.
Pulling away, you brought the dice back up to your face. Eyeing the numbers, you decided to go for the 19. You gave it a slow kiss, watching Chance as he shivered and moaned. The feeling reached a sweet spot on his neck that had him keening. He was pretty sure he was addicted to your lips now.
You continued to press kisses to various numbers. Loving every whimper and moan you managed to get out of the man. Occasionally you would lean back in to give him a proper kiss on the lips, only to return to tease him with the die.
Chance could tell you were avoiding the seven and eight. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“P-please.” He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt your lips on his chest. “I need you…”
“Need me to what?” You teased with a smirk.
“Kiss the seven and eight. Please.” He begged, squirming beneath you.
“Hmm. Good boy.” Oh fuck. That had his dick throbbing.
Slowly, you brought the die to your lips. You pecked all over it, then finally pressed a kiss to the seven. Chance cried out at the feeling. Your lips right where he needed them. Feeling them press against his throbbing length. He was sure the next one would be the last he needed. You gave another slow kiss to the eight. It was his undoing. Cock twitching in his pants, releasing a sticky load into his boxers. His hands gripped at your hips as he rutted against the feeling of your lips.
“Oh f-fuck.” He stuttered out.
You pressed your lips to his, then kissed all over his face. The man melting into your affection.
“How was that?” You asked softly.
“Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful. Perfect. Did I mention perfect?” He chuckled.
“I’m glad I could give you that.” You picked up the die again, giving it a peck on the 20.
“Guess I’ll be keeping my lucky shot tradition for our other games.” You gave him a sweet smile.
“Oh sweetheart,” Chance pulled you back to him, “did you think playtime was over?”














