Who remembers this from the AIM chats of yore?

[wrongs]

THE (compulsory) SEX DICE GAME

For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.

Strap in and remember it's all in the wrist.

Triggers may be beneath

Swiped and modified from another poster.

THE RULES:

1. Comment here with your character. Mark in your preferences which dice are okay.
2. Another character will click here and roll the dice.
3. Said character will now be compelled to perform whatever option hits.
5. If you need a system to follow to keep it varied, go with this one:

Foreplay - 5-10 rolls
Strip - 5 rolls
Romance - 2 rolls OR 2 random dice rolls
Boobies - 8-15 rolls
Fetish - 10 rolls OR 5-10 random dice rolls
Party - 5 rolls (bring on the NPCs) OR 5 more random dice rolls
XXX - 10-15 rolls
Random dice - All onward

6. Lead it all up to one explosive finish, stretch it over multiple nights, or magic away the need for recovery, whatever works for you.
7. THREAD HIDEOUSLY.

Comments

England | Hetalia

[igirisu]

Lenalee Lee | D.Gray-man | ota!

[bootsmadeforkilling]

Ise Nanao | Bleach | F/M preferred

[eighthlibrarian]

Zeetha, daughter of Chump | Girl Genius

[skifandrian]

Blaine Anderson I glee

[cangetsolos]

Portugal | Axis Powers Nyotalia(?)

[sheshipsit]

Aikawa//Kai//Ai Coleman x Dorohedoro m/f

[chaoticshambles]

((Aikawa is a nice guy, Kai is a violent psycho and Ai is a teen lacking social skills, all stuck in one body. Pick one and go nuts! Alternatively, if you go for the multiple nights option, I'll randomly pick one for each night.))

Nepeta Leijon | Aged Up to 18 | Homestuck

[arsenicpounce]

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

[deductives]

squeeze below waist

[sharp]

[ It actually wasn't that hard to get either of them to play. They were both incredibly bored and stuck inside the flat, and it only took a few challenging words to get the game going. The idea came from Amy, obviously from her party-going kissogram days, so she knew she had this in the bag.

The dice hit the table and she smirks slightly. Easy peasy. But Sherlock didn't seem to notice yet, so she stood up and moved over to where he was sitting, leaning down and putting her weight against his legs. Then her hands wrap around the middle of his thighs and squeeze. ]

Oi, you're not paying attention. I've already rolled.

[ Her fingers dig into his thighs again for good measure. ]

nibble neck :|

[deductives]

[It's probably something to do with a glass of brandy and Amy betting him that he couldn't participate, though Sherlock really has to wonder where she got these dice and why she brought them here.

He nearly jumps when she grabs his legs, taking him out of his train of thought and causing him to scowl.]

Clearly. [Sherlock almost hesitantly takes the dice and rolls them. He steels himself before leaning in and giving Amy a not particularly romantic nip at the base of her neck.] You couldn't have brought cards. Checkers, even.

blow waist 8|

[sharp]

[ Her finished glass of wine probably wasn't helping either. But why she had the dice on hand was even a mystery to her. Maybe. It was definitely more fun than checkers, which almost makes her laugh if not for the sharp nip at her neck. The hitch in her breath wasn't too loud, but it was noticeable. ]

I thought you weren't boring. Besides, I know you can't just deduce your way out at this one.

[ Amy gives the dice another roll, and it seems to make sense that the requests were getting bolder. Well then. She takes back her hands but lifts them toward the top of his trousers where she tugs the edge of his shirt out. With a small patch of his waist exposed, she bends down and blows lightly over the skin. ]

suck lips fgdjnd

[deductives]

[Sherlock bites the inside of his cheek when Amy's hands slide up his legs. His lips twist into a frown when she rumples his shirt. Well. At least that wasn't so bad, the tickle on his skin passing quickly enough. He picks up the dice again and tosses them to the floor without really thinking about it. Comfort's sake, really. His eyes fall on the latest decision.]

Ah. Fifty dollars, was it?

[To whoever didn't give up. No, he thinks, he's not letting go that easily. The bragging rights would be more unbearable than losing the fifty. Sherlock sighs and lifts Amy's face with his hand, then reaches down to take her upper lip between both of his. He sucks at it gently, and just for a moment, before drawing back completely.]

ahaha kiss neck

[sharp]

[ Amy was hoping for a bit more of a squirming reaction from him, but he was Sherlock and she couldn't be too surprised. Except she was, especially the way he took her lips between his. For that moment, her eyes start to close. ]

Ehm. Something like that.

[ Her tone is a little distant, but not letting the haze settle over her completely. She quickly turns her head and reaches back for the dice on the floor. The suggestions seemed easier when she was the one dishing them out. Maybe it was having control of the situation. Either way, she tips her head to the side and drags her lips along the side of his neck. She leaves one kiss, then another against his pulse.

She doesn't pull away as she drops the dice back into his hands. ]

TRYING A DIFFERENT SET OKOK

[deductives]

Focus, Pond. You only had one glass.

[They hadn't exactly established rules on losing via acting without the directions of the dice, so Sherlock finally does squirm, if only a little, when Amy lingers on his neck. Such a sensitive stretch of skin; he can only hope she doesn't feel the sudden palpitations. He guides them off the chair and onto the floor so they both have less contorting to do.

The dice, again, make him frown, as he extends his reach behind Amy and takes a firm hold of her backside. Not a difficult task with how large his hands are.]

skdjfhs SAME

[sharp]

[ Amy doesn't feel his pulse beating too hard, but there are some obvious reactions that do finally make her smile. She had time for a comeback it still seemed. ]

I am focused!

[ Of course she was going to argue when he called her out, but now he's moving her backward and that's a little distracting. So are his hands -- especially those. Her mouth falls open slightly in a silent gasp as she reaches to take the dice; they barely have time to fall from her fingers. But right, focus. Soon her hands are reaching forward and unbuttoning his shirt enough so she had access to his chest. As the dice asked, she brings her mouth down on him, sucking on the firm muscle and the sensitive flesh at the middle. ]

[deductives]

[Sherlock's eyes widen involuntarily when Amy unbuttons his shirt halfway (not that he ever buttons it completely in the first place). His breath seizes for a moment when her lips are on him again. He almost wants to call it off again, but being stubborn prevails as he makes another roll.

One of his hands moves back to Amy's front, slipping up her shirt and into her bra where his fingers brush softly against the tender skin of her nipple. After all this, Sherlock's cheeks finally twinge with a bit of color.]

stroke mouth that's what i get for loling at it

[sharp]

[ He had to know if he chickened out now, then Amy would never let him hear the end of it. Because that was a pretty bold move for him to make. It definitely catches her off guard, arching her back and lifting her eyes to meet his. She didn't know he was capable of blushing.

Sherlock could probably say the same about her though, to be fair. A similar heat crawls up her neck as her chest has a visible reaction to his hand. She almost has to stop herself from leaning into it, so instead she reaches for the dice. Not too bad. She places two of her fingers against his mouth, like a shh gesture, before dragging them down and swiping her thumb along his bottom lip. Somehow this felt more intimate than her mouth on his chest. ]

[deductives]

[This was ridiculous, really. They were behaving like a couple of teenagers. But Sherlock's thoughts are quieted when Amy touches his lips. A small sigh hits her fingers, and instinctively he takes a firmer hold on her breast.

His free hand swats at the dice, and the option seems a bit strange. 'Suck mouth?' Surely just kissing her would do. That's more of a stressful thought than he'd hoped, but either way, Sherlock leans in and kisses her hard on the mouth, eyes still half open to gauge her reaction.]

[sharp]

[ Amy matches his sigh, though a little sharper, when he reacts. This game was turning out to go further than she thought it would. Honestly, Sherlock should have backed out by now, but he hadn't; so, neither could she. Not that it was too... painful. Or whatever.

She seems fascinated with this mouth, warmer than she expected when such cold words so often came out of them. And even more so against her own. The pressure is bruising, so she leans into him to counterbalance it. The hand that had been touching his mouth braces against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but they only open to catch a glimpse of the next roll.

Now things were getting risqué. They weren't asking her to stroke his mouth again, that's for sure. Her hand tentatively moves away from the dice and down between the two of them, but she's bold about where she cups it. Her lips feel like they're going numb, and she's sure her cheeks are on fire. ]

[deductives]

[Sherlock is only propelled forward by instinct now, but fortunately Amy's move brings him back to his senses. If his mouth his warm, her hand discovered the hot spot. He grunts into her mouth and pulls away, the suction of their lips separating very audible.

His hand slides out from under her shirt and holds onto her wrist. Sherlock's breath has become heavy, and his half closed eyes look uncertain.]

...Perhaps we should call it a draw.

[sharp]

[ With a satisfying pop between their mouths, Amy blinks a few times, but her hand remains pressed up against him. Just paused, not moving. She wonders if his sudden retreat meant she won. Of course Sherlock wouldn't allow that, so he calls a draw. Figures.

She laughs, but it comes out more of a pant. Her head shakes slowly at him. ]

C'mon, just admit that I won and I'll stop.

[deductives]

[Confused as he is, Sherlock still has enough of his own sort of sense to not want to accept that. He quirks a brow and squirms under her touch. His hand reaches up to briefly brush her swollen lips.]

Have you?

[sharp]

[ Surprisingly, that quiets her for a moment, and her hand begins to retreat to his thigh. But then her mouth draws back slightly, and she kisses his hand. It's a just a brief, teasing peck. The dice are forgotten; she's fairly sure she's won at this point. ]

Yep.

[deductives]

[Sherlock is able to breathe again when Amy's hand moves to less intimate skin, and he purses his lips when she kisses his fingers.]

A draw then. For the poker.

Johhny Crame | OC | Het

[knightinsilk]