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coffee, or rocky road.
WASNT EXPECTINâ A WHOLE FIGHT TA BREAK OUT CUZ I SAID I LIKED MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICECREAM XD
ANYWAYS.. NOW THAT THA CONVO SHIFTED TO DAT, WHATS YALLS FAVORITE ICECREAM FLAVOR?
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Checkmate | Joel Miller
pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: dbf!joel, age gap (reader is late 20âs, joel mid 40âs), reader is depicted as shorter than joel but otherwise has no other physical description (picture in mood board is for aesthetic purposes only), mutual pining, making out, smut (thigh riding, brief mentions of f oral receiving, unprotected [bc] piv, slight cockwarming, riding), readerâs best friendâs name is hailey, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.
huge thank you to my baby @party-hearses for beta reading this for me. i love you to a million pieces đ€
a/n: also this is my 900 follower celebration?! i still canât wrap my head around the fact that so many people follow me and enjoy what i reblog / write. i love u all so, so much. i also feel kinda bad bc i hyped this one shot up a lot only for the smut to not be that descriptive, but this is more about joel and readerâs feelings than what they essentially do with each other. hope yâall still enjoy it :â)
word count: 4.6k
synopsis: you and your dadâs best friend play a dangerous game, and one of you ends up losing faster than you both anticipated.
dividers by the lovely @saradika
You wiped your sweaty brow on your forearm as you lugged a fifth box into your new apartment. Youâd finally saved up enough to move out of your parentâs place. Your masterâs degree had paid off after all, landing you a job in the heart of Austin, Texas. You were only a thirty minute drive from your parentâs house, which your mom totally loved. She couldnât wait to help you decorate your place and hand you down the pots and pans thatâd been in the family for quite some time.Â
The move wasnât necessarily a tough one, because you were ready to get out of your parentsâ hair. You all got along well, but you were dying for your own privacy and space that you could call your own. You couldnât be happier now that you had it.Â
In the midst of the move, your dad insisted heâd phone his best buddy, Joel. Youâd only heard about him a handful of times while you were away at college, and in the months youâd been back with your parents, your dad always went over to his house to watch sports or hang out. When the whole family was invited over to his house for barbecues, you always found yourself either already having other plans with your friends, or you were working. Today was finally the day youâd meet the mystery man that is Joel Miller.Â
And thatâs when you saw him. Tall, broad, ruggedly handsome, body clad in an army green shirt that showcased his biceps and veiny forearms, dark jeans that showed off the muscle of his thick thighs, and scuffed up boots from plenty of days, weeks, hellâmonths of hard work that added an inch or two to his already towering height.Â
He mustâve been in his forties if you had to guess. His dark brown hair was dusted with slight specs of gray, the scruff on his jawline mirroring the hair on his head. His nose was strong, and was perfectly fitted with his face. He had dark brown eyes that were kind yet held some kind of sternnessâa look that made your panties easily dampen. His mustache framed his lips that were pursed into a slight frown, and you couldnât help but wonder what theyâd feel like all over your body.Â
He looked at you just the same, all but hungry eyes roaming your body as he caught a glimpse of you for the first time. Like a damn deer caught in headlights.Â
He was your dadâs best friend?
Oh, you were truly, utterly, royally fucked.Â
You introduced yourself to him and he shook your hand, the calloused pads of his fingers meeting your soft skin sending a string of butterflies through your stomach.Â
You genuinely donât think youâd ever been this attracted to someone at first glance.Â
After he and your dad helped you move all of your stuff into your new place, youâd concluded two things: one, Joel Miller was a man of very few wordsâat least, around you that is, and two: you were sure he was attracted to you just as you were to him.Â
Was it so wrong to want someone a little bit older? Perhaps not. What was wrong was that heâs your dadâs best friend. You shouldnât want someone like that. Someone you were absolutely sure could handle you in the best way possible.Â
About a month after youâd finally gotten settled into your apartment, you invited your best friend Hailey over a movie night and a glass of wine. You told her about your predicament, to which she couldnât help but be the little devil on your shoulder and encourage you to go after Joel.Â
âLook, I know heâs your dadâs best friend nâ all, but what he doesnât know wouldnât hurt him, right?â She questions, legs tucked underneath her body as her lips curl into a sly grin before she takes another sip of her wine.Â
âI mean yeah, but Iâve never done something like this before. An older man, whoâs closely acquainted with my dad? I oughta be out of my damn mind.â You sigh, rubbing your temple.Â
âLive a little, babe. Youâve been a good kid to your parents your whole life. Itâs time you do something for you for once and go after it. Make a subtle move on him next time. That might spice things up a bit.â She suggests, pursing her lips.Â
âYouâre right. But if I make a move and it backfires, Iâm completely fucked and Iâm moving to the other side of the country.â You laugh exasperatingly.Â
She reaches over to pat your thigh softly. âOnly one way to find out.âÂ
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You hadnât seen Joel as of late, but you werenât phased by it. Itâd been a really busy couple of weeks at work, and you were joining your coworkers tonight for a celebratory t.g.i.f. drink.Â
Hailey was over at your apartment getting ready with you and you both were already two shots of tequila in. You werenât much of a drinker, but truth be told, you needed this night out.Â
âSo Iâm either between this dress or this one.â You explain to Hailey, and she studies the options you held up for her to thoroughly inspect. It was either between a black satin mini dress with sparkly straps, or a strapless maroon bodycon dressÂ
âThis one,â She points at the black dress. âWith your red kitten heels.âÂ
You toss the maroon dress onto your bed and take the black one off of the hanger, changing into the dress after Hailey goes to pour herself another shot. You slip aforementioned heels on and give yourself a once over in your full body closet mirror, satisfied with your appearance.Â
You wanted to look and feel hot tonight, and it was safe to say you achieved just that. Maybe youâd pick up some hot guy at the bar tonight. He may not be no Mr. Miller, but anyone to take the tension of the past couple of weeks away would suffice.Â
You were applying one last layer of lipgloss when Haileyâs knuckles rapped on your door twice, head peeking into your bedroom.Â
âUberâs here. Letâs go get fucked up.âÂ
You laugh at her enthusiasm, hot on her trail as you locked up and headed down to your Uber.Â
The ride was only fifteen minutes before you pulled up to the bar that was already packed. You both slipped inside, spotting your coworkers at a table. They were laughing about something when you and Hailey walked up, and they all cheerily greeted you with hugs.Â
It wasnât long before the DJ was playing some line dancing songs, and multiple people made their way to the dance floor to move their bodies. You and Hailey were the only ones left at the table as you laughed at your coworkers trying to keep up with the beat of the song.Â
âMr. Hottie over there has been checking you out for some time now.â Hailey leaned into you, nudging your side with her elbow as she jutted her head toward a man at the bar.Â
You felt your body drained of warmth as you saw none other than Joel Miller standing at the end of the bar, sipping on his beer tentatively. His eyes were locked on you, and the stupid butterflies rumbled around in your stomach once more.Â
âHailey, thatâs him.â You say, swallowing thickly.Â
âWho?â She gives you a questioning look, the drinks sheâs had tonight making her mind a bit fuzzy.Â
âMy dadâs best friend. Thatâs Joel.â You say, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head.Â
âOh, girl, if you donât make your move Iâll force you to make one. Heâs a fucking hunk.âÂ
Your eyes trailed back over to him, taking in his appearance. He switched out the green t-shirt for a gray one, dark wash jeans, and the same boots he wore when he showed up to help you move into your place.Â
The way he was looking at you made you want to do extremely sinful things with him. Fuck. Now or never.Â
âIâll be back.â You tell Hailey, and her expression brightens up and cheers you on as you slip off of your seat.Â
You saunter over to Joel, drink in hand, and you sip on it through the straw as you approach him. He looks down at you amused, eyes nearly black as he scans you from head to toe.Â
âYou stalking me now, Mr. Miller?â You tease, leaning up against the bar top.Â
Joel scoffs a laugh and sips on his beer once more. âYâthink I donât have something better to do with my time than to see where you are on a Friday night?â He retorts, but it wasnât mean. You were sober enough to hear the hint of playfulness in his tone.Â
âMm, not really.â You shrug, feigning an innocent smile up at him.Â
So you could be a brat. He bet he could fix that attitude in no time.Â
He chuckled at his own thoughts, finishing off his beer as he set the empty bottle down on the sticky bar top.Â
âYou caught me, darlinâ. Any woman as ravishing as you is worth stalkinâ.â The slight curl of his lip made you smile. You sipped on your drink some more as you watched the patrons of the bar dancing to the current song. Your eyes avert back up to his gaze, and you step closer to him.Â
His eyes move down to your glossy lips wrapped around the straw, wishing so badly that your lips were wrapped around something else right at that moment.Â
âWhat brings you here tonight, Mr. Miller?â You ask, reaching a hand out to touch his bicep. His body goes rigid at your touch, and you fear youâve gone too far so your hand immediately drops. Joel does a quick scan of the bar before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his sturdy body.Â
âMy brotherâs best friendâs birthday.â He shrugs, and you nod. You felt like a fucking hummingbird with how fast your heart was beating, and you were sure Joel could feel it with the close proximity between the two of you.Â
The air became thick and heavy. Your breathing accelerated, looking up at Joel and into his lust-clouded eyes. His grip on your waist tightened in the slightest, and you nearly whimpered as you felt his bulge through the denim fabric of his jeans.Â
âJoel.â Your voice was merely a whisper, and he smirked down at you.Â
âCare to line dance, darlinâ?â He asked nonchalantly. Your eyebrows furrowed as disappointment shot through you. Were you reading the situation wrong?Â
âI donât really know how.â You say, setting your now watered-down drink on the counter.Â
âIâll teach you.â He shrugs, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor. He showed you step by step how to move, but your mind was so hazy with lust that you could barely even focus.Â
Itâd been months since someone touched you in an intimate way, and the burning need and desire was aflame through your body. All you could think about was Joelâs hands and tongue on you as you moaned his name. The thought nearly made you pout.Â
âYou even listeninâ to me?â Joel pulls you out of your daydream, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. He was teasing and holding out on you and he knew it.Â
His face held pure amusement as he watched you squirm under his stare uncontrollably, fidgeting like a little kid on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to stop by.Â
âIâm gonna go get another drink.â You sigh, walking back to the table Hailey was waiting at.
âWhat happened?â She asks, looking behind you at Joel who was burning a hole in the back of your body.Â
âNo idea. Guess Iâm not getting lucky after all.â You shrug with a disappointed huff of a laugh. You looked back to see if Joel was still there, but he seemed to have disappeared.Â
You grabbed your purse and made your way to the bar, leaning over it. The back of your dress rode your thighs significantly, barely covering your ass at this point. Before you could get the bartenderâs attention again, you felt a hand on your shoulder pull you back and press you into their body. You were about to mouth off on this person before you realized it was Joel.Â
âFuck, câmon.â His hand slid down to your wrist, gently tugging it. You looked at Hailey as you started to follow Joel and pointed at him discreetly, and she gave you a thumbs up.Â
Joel led you out into the cool air of the night, immediately chilling your whole body. Goosebumps raised onto your skin as he led you to his truck, your heels clicking against the unevenly paved asphalt.Â
âWhat are you doing, Joel?â You ask as you stop in front of a dark truck.Â
âIâm about to give us what we both want.â He said before trapping your body against his truck and between both of his strong arms that landed on either side of you. You cocked an eyebrow up at him, eyes and lips glossy underneath the dim parking lot lights.Â
âCanât believe Iâm fuckinâ doinâ this.â Joel murmurs before leaning down, smashing his lips with yours. You moan softly into the kiss, carding your fingers into his longer locks. You give the ends a slight tug and he moans into your mouth. You feel the arousal pool in your panties and your untouched core starts to throb. You whine into the kiss, and Joel takes that as an opportunity for his tongue to invade your mouth.Â
He tastes like mint now, probably having popped an altoid in his mouth before coming back to get you from the bar. His hands travel downwards and find purchase on your thighs underneath the dress, rubbing circles into your soft skin. He starts to rut his hips into yours, the bulge in his jeans catching onto your clothed clit deliciously.Â
âJoel, please.â You choke out as his lips disconnect from yours, hot kisses traveling down your neck and onto your collarbone.Â
âPlease what, baby?â He asks, voice raspy and muffled as he breathes against your neck.Â
âNeed you. Fuck, please, just touch me.â You donât care how desperate you sound to him at this moment. His touch left a trail of flames everywhere his hands landed, and you couldnât get enough.Â
Joel wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the back door of his truck, opening it and helping you slide in. He got in right after you, closing and locking the doors. Your chest was rapidly heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath from the intense moment.Â
Joel didnât give you much leeway, though, because as soon as he spread his legs to get comfy in the backseat, he was pulling you on top of him. You closed the gap between you two this time, rutting your hips forward so your heat sat right on top of his bulging crotch. He groaned lowly, looking down to where your dress had ridden up. He saw your pink lace panties that you had on, and god were you grateful you chose to wear those tonight.
Joel hummed in appreciation as he slid his calloused hands up the smooth skin of your thighs, looking back up to meet your gaze. Your lipgloss was nearly gone off of your lips and onto Joelâs, and he had to admit he liked the sticky cherry flavor.Â
âYour daddy would kill me with his bare hands right now if he saw what I was doinâ with his darlinâ daughter.â Joel chuckles, shaking his head.Â
âThatâs why he wonât find out,â You shrug. âBesides, Iâm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions and decide what I want⊠and what I want is you, Mr. Miller.âÂ
Joel raises an eyebrow and huffs a small laugh. âThat right?â He questions, grip getting slightly tighter on the soft flesh of your thighs.Â
âMhm.â You nod, hand cradling the back of his head.Â
âWhat weâre doinââthis is bad.â Joel chastised, mostly to himself.Â
âRelax, Joel. I wonât tell if you wonât.â You twirl the hair at the nape of his neck through your fingers, applying more pressure onto his groin. He grunts in response, adjusting himself slightly as the confinement of his jeans was nearly torturous at this point.Â
âFine. But weâre endinâ this whole hookinâ up thing if anyone gets even the slightest bit suspicious.â He negotiates, and you nod.Â
âYouâve got yourself a deal, Miller.âÂ
Joel chuckles and shakes his head, leaning up to capture your lips into his once again. You hum against him, hands moving down to his chest as your nails scratch over the thin fabric of his shirt.Â
You start to grind yourself onto him again, and he groans once more before separating his lips from yours to mumble against them. âUse my thigh, baby.â He shifts you onto his left thigh, and you steady yourself on him by gripping his shoulders.Â
âI donât wanna ruin your pants.â You sigh, the pressure of your clothed clit on his thick thigh already providing the tiniest bit of relief.Â
âI donât give a shit about my pants, baby. Soak âem for all I care.â He presses his lips to your neck once more, and you shiver at the contact. Youâre shy at first, not ever having gotten yourself off on someoneâs thigh before.Â
Joel senses your hesitation, so he moves his hands back up to your hips and shifts them forward, causing your soaked cunt to glide along his jean-clad thigh.Â
You take over yourself, rocking your hips back and forth at a languid pace. Desperate moans are falling out of your mouth as you fist his shirt into your hands, feeling yourself so close already.Â
âJoel, feels so-so fucking good.â You whine, head dropping back. Your jaw goes slack and eyebrows thread together, picking the pace of your hips up.Â
âYeah? Such a good fuckinâ girl, takinâ what she needs to get off.âÂ
âI need you, Joel, please.âÂ
Joel moved his hands to fumble with his belt buckle and jeans button to take his jeans off in the slightest, finally relieving his erection. You moaned at the sight of his thick cock, pre cum gathered at the tip. You brought your thumb to his slit, gathering the pre cum onto your finger before bringing it up to your mouth to gently suck on it.Â
Joelâs jaw ticked, resisting the urge to bend you over the back of his seat and fuck you senseless then and there. Luckily, he had a lot more restraint than he thought, because all he did was just stare at you sucking seductively on your thumb.Â
You shifted yourself so you were straddling both of his thighs now, and you grabbed his cock into your hand to give it a few slow tugs. Joel sucked in a breath at your touch, head being thrown back onto the headrest of the seat. You tugged your panties to the side before you ran the tip of his weeping cock through your slick folds, a lewd wetness sounding throughout the cab of the truck.Â
You moaned as Joel hissed at the contact. Itâd been awhile since Joel had been with someone, so he prayed to whatever god was out there that heâd be able to last.Â
âCâmon baby, donât be a fuckinâ tease.â Joel grunts, fingertips digging into your hips. You look down at him with half lidded eyes as you sank down onto his length without much resistance.Â
The stretch was fucking heavenly. Your lips parted as you puffed out a pant and sucked in a breath shortly after, reaching the hilt.Â
âSo fucking big. Fuck.â You mewl, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance once more.Â
âStay still for a little.â Joelâs voice was strained, sounding nearly pained as he choked out his words. You felt so good wrapped around him that he just wanted to appreciate your warmth.Â
Joel slid the sparkly straps of your dress down your shoulders, tugging down the neckline of your dress to reveal your breasts. His tongue darted out of his mouth to briefly wet his lips, large hands moving up to gently squeeze the soft flesh of your chest.Â
âSo fuckinâ perfect.â Joel whispers, moving his head down to envelope one erect nipple into his mouth while his thumb and index finger toyed with the other. You moved one hand up his chest and to the back of his hair, threading your fingers through the thick locks once more as you pushed his face deeper into your pillowy flesh.Â
The feeling of his expert tongue and heavy cock in you was beginning to be too much. You needed him to move, or at least let you move. You werenât above absolutely begging him until he gave in, but he seemed to have the same idea as his hips thrusted into you.Â
You took that as an initiative to move, so you began to slowly glide yourself up and down on him. You sucked in a sharp breath as the feeling of him repeatedly filling you made your legs shake. He took his mouth off of your swollen flesh to avert his gaze to yours, eyes locking as you moved up and down. He moved a hand down to generously rub at your aching clit, causing your cunt to deliciously clench around him.Â
âGonna ruin this tight little pussy. Just you wait.â His voice is throaty and deep, sending shivers down your spine. The dangerous glint in his eye let you know that he was dead serious.Â
You wanted Joel Miller to ruin every other man for you.Â
Thatâs how this, the dangerous thingâthe gameâstarted.Â
You both were determined to win at something that wasnât even tangible; something so lucrative to both of you that the consequences wouldnât even fucking matter.Â
It didnât matter as he took over and fucked his hips up into you at a brutal pace, causing you to orgasm violently on his cock within minutes. It didnât matter when the windows of his truck fogged up and the drag of your fingertips adorned the glass. It didnât matter when you reassured him he could cum in you because you were on birth control.Â
As months went on after that night at the bar, him fucking you up against the wall of his shower or pounding you into your bed or eating your pussy until you physically could not breathe anymore was all that dazed your mind.Â
Fuck the consequences.Â
None of it fucking mattered.Â
Because, over the months, Joel Miller was the kind of man you didnât mind having in your bed after you twoâve fucked. You didnât mind when he slept over, or when he wanted to be the little spoon, or when you both went out on dates like a normal couple would.Â
The euphoria of it all didnât last forever, though. You knew it wouldnât, but the heavy weight and reality of it all came crashing down on you one day when Joel was buried deep into your warm cunt, both of you teetering on the edge of a climax, when your dad came knocking on your front door. Pure panic seized your body and you had to make Joel hide in your closet like a fucking teenager.Â
Thatâs when you realized you both were way in over your head with this whole thing. Getting caught was going to be inevitable if it kept up like this.Â
You were eternally grateful that your dad was a man who didnât hover. He left your apartment after fifteen minutes and when Joel came out from hiding, you told him that it was way too close and it was too risky to keep doing what you both wanted to never put a stop to. Youâd silently promised yourself that was the last time with him.Â
Joel tried to argue against it, but you put your foot down. That is, until you got slightly buzzed one night and begged Joel to come fuck you. Truthfully, you didnât even really need the sex from him. It was just a plus. You just enjoyed being around him so much that having him in some way, even if only physically, was to suffice.Â
Little did you know, he felt ten times stronger than what you felt. Joel Miller would worship the ground you walked on, if you allowed him to do so.Â
He was at your doorstep in no time, pushing you against the wall and kissing you with such neediness as if youâd disappear right beneath his fingertips. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties to which Joel discarded immediately. His thick fingers rubbed against your slick heat, hips bucking to meet the languid pace he set.Â
Joel shouldnât be here.
You promised yourself the last time would be the fucking last.Â
And yet, you found yourself willingly shoved up against the wall of your living room by none other than the man you swore youâd stay away from as he leaves hot, fervent kisses along the slope of your neck.
âJoel, weâfuck, we shouldnât be doing this. We have to stop.â
âYeah? Not what you were sayinâ when you were practically begginâ me to fuck you again over the phone.â He grits. He sinks his fingers into your aching cunt, prying a strangled moan from your throat.
Heâs frustrated with himself.Â
Frustrated that he so easily succumbed to you, allowing himself to wrap himself in the greedy need and carnal desire he had for you. Frustrated that you were twenty years younger than him, and frustrated that you shouldâve been off limits.
You were supposed to be off limits, god damnit, but Joel Miller was a greedy fucking man. He just had to have you in a way that nobody else could.Â
He really didnât blame your father if he strangled the man with his own bare hands if he ever found out what you two did behind his back, in secret, and for months at that.Â
Joel knew better.Â
He fucking knew better and still decided to get a taste, get a feel, fuck you like no other man had. Something his greed deliciously sunk its teeth into, allowing himself to indulge in the forbidden realm you offered to give him.Â
You knew better, too. But you did get one thing you wanted, after all.Â
Youâd be a fucking liar if you didnât admit that Joel Miller had officially ruined every other man for you.Â
The dangers of the game had sunk its teeth so deep into both of you. It was like the worldâs most impossible chess match, and one of you was finally waiting for the other to say âcheckmate.âÂ
 The thing is, Joel lost a long while ago.Â
He fucking lost the game.Â
He couldnât stay away from you no matter how hard he tried, and when you called him begging him to fuck you tonight, his need for you practically drowned him in his weakness.Â
Joel Miller was not a weak man. You had him under a fucking spell that he couldnât seem to reverse.Â
Itâs like you were his fucking kryptonite.Â
He was the one that royally fucked in the end.Â
Joel wished he didnât have these feelings that clawed at his fucking rib cage every time he glanced at you, some sort of animalistic creature trying to escape when you were under him, legs spread wide, your warmth wrapped around his cock as he buried himself in you.
Every single time he had you like that, had his lips on you, had you moaning his name like a prayer on Sunday mornings, saw your sweet smile, smelled your perfume that he loved so much, heard your contagious laugh, he knew he lost.
Checkmate.Â
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New.. hat. Hmph.. ХпаŃĐžĐ±ĐŸ. Very kind of you, sir.
love to see you back in business⊠shocking how you remember my name, considering how many agents there were, very flattered.
*STILL SUBSCRIBING BECAUSE.. OUGHHG⊠YUMMY ART⊠shoving it in my mouth and skittering away /silly
nice to see you again, boss. I hope youâve been well.
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((ALSO PLS I LOVE UR ART. SO MUCH. RAGH totally didnât sub 2 ur th,,))
Awww, such a loyal Team SHADOW member! đ Devon was it? Here, I have this lovely new hat for you as a thank you!
Yes, yes. I've been well. It just took me a while to recover from the whole ordeal of losing my Slurp Factory. But I am back in business and back to causing some CHAOS on the side, hehehehe...
(Thank you so much aaah <33 This means a lot! My TH is kinda a mess because I've been rewriting lots of profiles, especially the Fortnite OC's. But I'm glad to have you around and hope you enjoy your stay. Hopefully I get around to update profiles over time. (âŸâĄâ))
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chris and reader play truth or dare and it gets dirtyyyyy. dom chris pls!! super smutty and degrading đ
Checkmate
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N tends to leave Chris without many words, but not when they share intimate momentsâŠ.what happens when a game of truth or dare takes a turn??
Warningâ ïž: SMUTTTTT, itâs just some smutty juicy ness since Iâve been gone for a while! Dom Chrisđ€. Also I combined it with this request âIâm not sure about plot but Chris with a girlfriend who acts dom but in reality, in bed sheâs submissive as hell đ€Ș. Also love your stories youâre an amazing writer đ«¶đ»đâ
Literally love you so much đ„čđ€
Song for the imagine: Rolling Stone- The Weeknd
â ïžThis is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??â ïž
Checkmate
Noun
A check from which a king cannot escape.
âChris get off of meâ I groaned pushing Chris body off of me
âNo youâre keeping me warmâ he said, his voice muffled by his face in the pillow
âStop being all lovey dovey and cuteâ I said pushing his hand away and standing up
âBut youâre my girlfriend now⊠I can beâ he said rolling over
âI suppose thatâs trueâ I said looking around for my shorts
âLeaving me so soon?â He said sitting up and stretching
âYes Chris I canât sit and play mommy all day I have things to doâ I said looking at him
âSo feisty in the morningâ he said shaking his head
âMmm what can I sayâ I said still looking
âI suppose youâre looking for theseâ he said cockily
My head shot up and to my suspense Chris had my shorts in his hand.
âYou pervâ I said snatching the shorts from his hand
âAm notâ he said scooting to the end of the bed
âIf you wanted a pair of my pants for safe keeping you couldâve asked you weirdoâ I said sliding my shorts on
âWould you give them to me?â He asked cocking a brow at me
âI wouldâve made you beg for itâ I said smirking at him
âMmm rightâ he said rolling his eyes
He pulled me in and hugged me
âChris I have to go im late to a meetingâ I said trying to pull away
âNooo donât goâ he said pulling me in tighter
âYouâre begging for itâ I said running my hands through his hair and tugging at the roots
âMmmâ he groaned as he leaned his head back
âSuch a little bitchâ I said tapping his cheek lightly with my palm
âYeah you wishâ he said
I rolled my eyes and planted a kiss on his lips, slowly biting his bottom lip as I pulled away. Earning a moan from Chris
âCheckmateâ I replied laughing
âWhat? Howâ he said groaning
âYou canât keep it together with a slight kissâ I said fake pouting
âYeah whateverâ he said standing up
âI have to go, Iâll see you tonight at the partyâ I said grabbing the rest of my stuff and heading out
I went about my day. I had a meeting and then I filmed for TikTok and my YouTube. I cleaned my house and made some early dinner for myself.
I was invited to a small house party by some friends and decided to get ready. Keeping my hair, makeup and outfit pretty casual.
They said it was just a hangout with some drinks and games and nothing crazy. I hadnât hung out with some of them in a while, so I was pretty excited to get out of the house.
I arrived at their house at about 10, and everyone was there. I made my rounds saying hi and grabbing a drink when I spotted Chris.
âHey babyâ I said walking up to him
âHiâ he said a bit coldly which made my brows furrow
âWhatâs the attitude about?â I said laughing a bit
âThereâs no attitudeâ he said giving me a tight lip smile
âYeah there isâ I said rolling my eyes
âMm well maybe this little bitch doesnât want to be botheredâ he said taking a sip of his soda
âIs this what itâs about? I was clearly jokingâ I said getting upset
âOkayâ he said bluntly
âWhateverâŠ.â I said scoffing and walking away
I made my rounds to Matt and Nick and stood with them for a good portion of the night.
âOkayyy Truth or Dare guysâ our friend yelled
We all groaned but reluctantly agreed. We headed to the living room and sat around the coffee table as we chatted.
âAlright well spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on will be asked truth or dareâ my friend said
She spun the bottle and it landed on one of our other friends.
âTruth or dareâ she asked him
âUhh truthâ he said taking a sip of his drink
âIs it true that your ex was a stalker?â She asked him laughing
âRight hand on the Bible it was true! She knew everything about me prior to meeting meâ he said laughing
âWhat a psychoâ I said laughing
âOh veryâ he said nodding his head
We had played a few more rounds and the bottle landed on Matt
âOkay Matt truth or dare?â Our friend asked
âUhh dareâ he said shrugging his shoulders
âI dare you to kiss Y/Nâ he said
âNah man thatâs Chrisâ girlâ he said shaking his head
âOh shit? Wait yall are together?â He asked Chris who was sitting across from me
âYeah something like thatâ he said clenching his jaw at me
âYeahâŠ.something along those linesâ I said gritting my teeth together
A few more rounds and we were all getting bored. Looking at the bottom of our empty cups and yawning. Answering bluntly to truths and not caring about the dares.
âI say we spice it upâ Nick said spinning the bottle
And to my surprise it landed on me
âFuckâ I said rolling my eyes
âAlright Y/N pick your poisonâ he said laughing
âUhhh dareâ I said cracking my back
âMmm I dare you to have a nice little 7 minutes in heaven with Chrisâ he said laughing
âNick? Are we 12â I said rolling my eyes
âBut a dares a dareâ he said shrugging his shoulders
âUghh fineâ I said standing up and waving Chris to follow me
Chris and I had gone upstairs to a random bedroom and shut the door.
âChris Iâm not doing anything with youâ I said rolling my eyes
âMmm I beg to differâ he said turning around after locking the door
âNoâ I said with my arms crossed
âWell how about this, I make you scream and beg and you take back that little bitch title you gave meâ he said smiling at me
âChris it was a jokeâ I said huffing
âAre you scared that you might lose this bet?â He said tilting his head to the side
âWhat? Noâ I said getting annoyed
âWell then the clocks tickingâ he said smirking at me
âBring it on thenâ I said
Chris stomped over to me and crashed out lips together making me lose my balance. I fell back on the bed and Chris came down on top of me.
âUnlike you I can handle a kissâ I said as he moved down to leave kisses along my neck
âShut upâ he said roughly pushing my head to the side
âMake meâ I said
âI plan on itâ he said through gritted teeth
âLess kissing and more action thenâ I said shoving him
âYouâre such an annoying bitchâ he said laughing darkly at me
âSo Iâve been toldâ I replied
Chris pulled away and removed his shirt and then came over and removed my shirt.
He began to kiss from my neck to the top of my breast, spilling out of my bra.
âSuch perfect tits I could just fuck themâ he said biting his bottom lip
âWhy donât youâ I said letting out a small moan
âWell then I wonât be able to fuck your mouth, and how else am I supposed to keep you silent?â He asked in a taunting way
I tried to push him off, but he sat down on me, keeping me down.
âStop fighting you dumb whoreâ he said in my ear causing my hair to rise and an ache to grow between my thighs
âYou see I was going to let you suck me off, but youâre being rudeâŠ.I think itâs best I fuck it out of youâ he said rubbing his fingers along my face
âStop talking and do itâ I said breathing heavily
âMaybe I should make you waitâŠâŠmake you beg and then see who the real little bitch isâ he said as his eyes lit up with excitement
âChris this is not fairâ I said pushing against him
âShut up Iâm warning youâ he said lightly slapping my face causing my mouth to drop
His hands came down to my breast again slowly massaging them, and then slid down my body. Caressing my waist and then gliding his hand back up the valley of my breast.
His right hand laying gently over my neck
âMmm does the pretty baby like to be choked?â He asked licking his lips
I ignored him and shot daggers through my eyes at him. And to this he didnât like. He grabbed my throat harder
âI said, does the pretty girl like to be choked?â He asked again
âYes yes I doâ I moaned out licking my now dry lips
âOf course you doâŠ.you're a slutâ he said, his words ghosting over my lips
He went back to massaging my breast through my shirt, causing my thighs to rub together.
âPlease Chris I need moreâ I moaned out
âOhh sheâs begging nowâ he said with a smirk
âDonât be a dickâ I said breathing heavily
âLets give the pretty girl what she wantsâ he said
He gripped my breasts again and then ripped the fabric of my bra. Splitting the bra in half
âCHRIS NOâ I yelled out
âOh my badâ he said with a sly smile
He finished ripping the bra off of me and threw it to the side. Bringing his mouth down to my right nipple. Swirling the tongue around it and groaning against my skin.
âChrisssâ I moaned out my back arching
âYou called?â He said with a shit eating grin
âStop being an assholeâ I said rolling my eyes
âI could leave if youâd likeâ he said backing up
âNoâ I said pulling him back down
âThatâs what I thoughtâ he said in a whisper
He attached his lips to my left nipple and began swirling his tongue around. Causing all the air to leave my body as I shuddered against him
âI could sit and tease you all day but Iâm ready to fuck youâ he said pulling away
Chris helped me out of my pants before removing his own. An act I was all too familiar with, but found myself getting nervous.
âEdge of the bed nowâ Chris demanded as he walked over to the edge of the bed
I crawled to the edge and looked up at him waiting for further instructions.
âIâm fucking you from the back today so turn overâ he said his eyes lighting up
I reluctantly turned over as I arched my back waiting for his next move
âSuch an obedient slutâŠ.I like itâ he said smacking my ass
âOwâ I yelled out
Chris removed his boxers and stood behind me rubbing my ass as he stood silent
âSuch a naughty naughty girlâŠ.willing to bend over in a heartbeat for meâ he said caressing me
âChris pleaseâ I said in a shaky tone
âSo wet for me alreadyâ he said as he slid his thumb over my clothed slit
âFuckâ I said as I twitched
âSo sensitiveâ he said as he pulled my underwear and let it snap back against my cunt
âCHRISâ I yelled out as my back arched even more
âI can take my time I already texted Matt that we wouldnât be coming down for a whileâ he said as he rubbed up my thighs
âIf you want me to beg then I willâŠ.this is me begging for you to just fuck me alreadyâ I said in a whisper
âOh I amâ he said smacking my ass again
He slowly slid my underwear down letting the cool air hit my pussy sending shock waves through my body and a shaky whimper to leave my mouth
Chris bent down a bit and spat on my cunt causing me to moan out gibberish
âAlready acting dumbâ he said bowling against my pussy
âChris please baby pleaseâ I moaned out as sweat started to appear on my forehead
Without a warning Chris started to slide into me causing me to gasp and my toes to curl
âTaking me so well like a dirty slutâ he said running his left hand up my back
Chris soon bottomed out and let out a groan. His hands found their way to my hips as he gripped onto them.
He began to slam into me at a devious pace. His thighs smack into mine. My face rubbing against the sheetsâŠ.good thing they were navy blue because my mascara was for sure all over them
âPlease pleaseâ I moaned out as I gripped the sheets
âAww canât take it?â He said as his hips snapped into me and his voice became deeper
âShut upâ I moaned out, and this landed a smack to my ass causing me to yell out again
Chrisâ left hand grabbed the back of my head and he pulled me towards his chest by my hair
I grabbed his hand with my right hand as I whined out
âLet go of meâ he said roughly as he pounded into me
I moaned out as I let my head fall back more still gripping onto his hand
âI said let goâ he replied roughly grabbing my hand and throwing it down
âIâm sorry Iâm sorryâ I panted out
âMmm taking this cock so wellâ he said against my neck as his right hand grabbed my right boob
He pounded into me as he played with my breast causing me to clench down on him
âGonna cum slut?â He asked
âMhmmâ I moaned out as I let my eyes clench shut and my mouth to hang open
He grabbed my jaw roughly and began to make out with me as his hips slammed into me
Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed against one another.
He pulled away to focus on him fucking me
My body was growing limp as I was nearing my orgasm.
He brought his right hand down to my clit and began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves
âCHRISSSâ I yelled out as I fell forward a bit
He grabbed me by my hair harder and pulled me back against him
âYou stay right here you got it?â He said breathing heavily
âYes yesâ I moaned out as I swallowed thickly
He rubbed my clit faster and I felt my legs begin to shake as my mouth hung open
âIâm gonna cummmmmâ I moaned out as I clenched down on him
âYeah come on give it to meâ he said as he thrusted faster and rubbed harder
I felt my lower abdomen quiver and my body begin to shake
âFuckkk Iâm cumminggggâ I moaned out
Chris rubbed harder as I came all over his dick. Pants and moans leaving my mouth as he rubbed harder, but I tried to push his hand away because it was becoming too much
âDonât push my hand DONTâ he yelled the last part
My thighs clenched around his hand as my body fell forward and I violently shook around him
Choked sobs leaving my mouth as I came even harder on his cock
âCHRISSSSSâ I moaned out
I came down from my high and he let me lean onto the bed, pulling out of me. I fell weakly to the bed as I tried to catch my breath
Chris was stroking his cock with his right hand as he turned me over with his left hand
âLet me cum on your titsâ he said breathing through his nose
I turned over fucked out and exhausted as he thrusted into his palm
His mouth fell open as moans spilled from his lips. His thighs shaking as he painted my tits with his cum.
Locking eyes with me as he rode out his high.
Once coming down from his high he wiped me clean and got dressed.
My mind was still blown from the crazy sex I just had. I mean usually I was the dom one, but man Chris really left me speechlessâŠ.and sore.
We got dressed and I realized I didnât have a braâŠ..Chris realized this and came over to me
âIâll take you homeâ he said looking at me
âOkay yeahâ I said smiling at him
Chris planted a kiss on my lips and pulled away rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
âCheckmateâ he said with a smile growing on his lips
âWhat?â I said furrowing my brows
âCheckmateâŠ.I win and you loseâ he said backing away from me
âYou sneaky fuckâ I said laughing
âIâll see you in the carâ he said winking before taking off
What a smart bastardâŠ.using my own phrase against meâŠ.
That night Chris took me home and we spent the whole night cuddling and having random make out sessions. Ours minds still blown by his actions.
The End
I hope you guys enjoyed this oneđ€. Iâve been slacking and Iâm sooo sorry, but I will be finishing my requests soon! Love yall dearly đ„čđ€đ€
-Jđ
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#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplet smut#chris sturniolo x reader smut#chris sturniolo smut#Christopher Sturniolo X reader smut#Christopher sturniolo smut#smut
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The Queen
đ€ Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader
đ Word Count: 0,7k+
†Warnings: -
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Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, donât ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!***
Idk much about Alice in Wonderland and I forgot about this part sorry so I decided to make it up instead lmao.
The queen was a strong figure, both in chess and in real life.
She ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, oversaw the society with hawk eyes, and ordered the subjects with clear-cut words. People parted ways for her, and sometimes, some of them just had to topple over. Subtly or forcefully.
Just like your pawns right now, as Riddle secured yet another victory. Regardless of how small it was, it still brought him closer to your king.
And closer to your defeat.
âIt seems that youâre not very adept in chess game, [Name].â he remarked, smirking. âWhy donât you save your energy and declare your loss instead? Trey is currently baking your favorite cake, and we can have a tea party to celebrate your obedience.â
You scowled, willing yourself to stay silent. You hated how he treated you like a child at best, and a prisoner at worst. Then again, Riddle was the Queen of Hearts; the leader of Wonderland. And you, an alien from The World Above. It was expected that you wouldnât know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldnât know about the Queenâs longing for affection. You wouldâve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.
Because it wasnât enough that you fell into the rabbit hole, you had to fall into his arms too.
Despite what many people thought, including his closest aides, your âloveâ story wasnât romantic. Far from it, actually, and the âperksâ that came as his âKingâ only served to tighten the collar on your neck.
The black queen stood two squares away from your white king, exactly on the black square. Yours was on the white one, cornered like your situation right now. Riddle had promised that heâd let you go if you won a match, but the skeptical part of you wondered if his subordinates would allow you to. During your short time here, youâd saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldnât be a surprise if they decided to use you as a shield even further by entrapping you here. This was a mad, mad world you lived in, and absolutely anything could happen.
You pushed the king to the side, trying to widen the gap between him and the queen. She moved one square forward, and you wondered why she wasnât in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle youâd ever seen, and youâd yet to witness his worst side if you tried to escape literally.
The king sidled to another square, and Riddle did the unexpected yet logical thing; he pushed one of his rooks to your rank.
You lost.
And an hour hadnât even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move youâd take, the end result would still be the same anyway.
Your king would die on the battlefield.
âGo ahead. Itâs your turn now.â
Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, itâd always been assured since the beginning. You were just prolonging the inevitable, grasping at the light at the end of the tunnel. Or hole.
Swallowing, you reluctantly pushed your last piece forward and watched as the queen brought him to his knees. Riddleâs calm yet smug âcheckmateâ remained unheard in your shocked disbelief, and you wished for nothing more than to repeat the game over and over again. Was it possible to reverse the clock, when you could change your height to any size? There had to be a potion or a magic book somewhere.
But there was a limit to the Queenâs kindness, it seemed. Or, rather, his amusement. Just like the Chess King, the King of Hearts was fated to accompany his wife until the end of time.
And as Riddle claimed his prize by cradling your frozen self, it occurred to you how long the Queen of Hearts could live or if she was even capable of dying.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst imagines#yandere twst#female reader#yandere riddle rosehearts#yandere riddle x reader#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts#riddle x y/n#riddler x you#latolover
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I love you đ€
đ« (and a kiss too)
~ @shadow-enforcer-fortnite
Oh-
*Garret laughs as he was enveloped in the hug.*
Dear, thank you so mu-
*He stops talking when Devon kisses him, and he blushes so hard you can see it through his mask.*
I- mmhmm. Thank you.
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đ€I don't know what to say about those ones đ Hope you like them ahahah
Checkmate Eyeshadow ⥠LINK
Sweetie Eyeliner ⥠LINK
Voluptuous Lipstick ⥠LINK
Stargaze Eyeliner ⥠LINK
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I have a question for my fellow RWBY fandom...
COMBO ATTACKS! â€đ€đ€đ
Weiss & Ruby = Ice Flower
Weiss & Blake = Checkmate
Blake & Ruby = Ladybug
Yang & Weiss = Freezerburn
Yang & Blake = Bumblebee (â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„)
What is Ruby and Yang's team-up attack? It's never been mentioned in all nine seasons, and these two are sisters. If anyone might have a combo attack by now it should be them.
What is Yang and Ruby's combo attack called?
#rwby#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#combo attack#bumblebee#ice flower#checkmate#freezerburn#ladybug
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Angel đ„° how are the kittens?
Crowley love, have you talk to your babies today?
Howâs sweet Muriel? Youâll be an older sibling soon?
Aziraphale: đ€đ€đ€ Hungry, apparently đâșïž
Crowley, with his nose pressed against Aziraphale's belly: They want to know, if I talked to you, hungry fluffs đ€đ
Muriel, from their spot on a top shelf: But I'm not a kitten đč
Aziraphale: Then why are you so small? đ€
Crowley: Checkmate đ
#fluffy replies#cat aziraphale#cat crowley#shades of grey kittens#ineffable kitties#cat muriel#my cat omens#domestic fluff
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âshadow Slendermanâ is a new one..
you are.. very little to me. Hurts my neck to try and talk to youâand more than half the island, actually.
âlittle manâ
~ @shadow-enforcer-fortnite
MAN...
I sure am a little man to ya, shadow slenderman
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yeji bubble updateÂ
Midzy, the Checkmate tour is finally over!! Thank you so much for being with us wherever we go. We prepared so hard for it but I couldnât help but feel like we couldâve done more. Still, I was really happy to be able to perform on stage with Midzy. It felt good to see Midzy smile a lot. I hope you smile prettily too even though you wonât see us for a little while đŒ It felt nice to hear you say I love you or call my name. I also felt very happy to say I love you in front of Midzy đ€ I love you so so much, Midzy đ€Â
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checkmate is (hopefully) going live tonight (dbf!joel one shot)â would anyone like to be added to the tag list? đ€
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đșïžBut Suddenly It Seems Like I Canât Get Enough
Pairing:Â Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length:Â 1232 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Modern AU, Chess, Chess Tournaments, Friendly Rivalries, Rivalry, Rival Relationship, First Meetings, Author doesnât know how to play chess AU-Gust 2024 Day 5: Chess Players
AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist
Notes: Sorry if this isnât edited too good today, Iâm not feeling great :( But hey, enjoy Kuai Liang getting excited about finding a rival :3 Also as I said in the tags, I have 0 idea how to play chess, so youâll probably notice a suspicious absence of anyone actually playing chess, in this fanfic about a chess tournament. Title is from Cut The Crap by Alice In Videoland.
âCheckmate.â
Kuai looked up from his move, staring across at his opponent. Hanzo Hasashi sat opposite, mouth agape as he stared at the board in front of him. This local tournament was small, with only a handful of contenders each year. Kuai was new to the area, and thus new to the chess scene here, but heâd been told at length what a juggernaut Hanzo was. Heâd been undefeated for about 5 years in a row, his name feared by all the other contenders.
And Kuai Liang had just won against him.
It seemed even Hanzo was stunned by this turn of events, as his eyes darted around the table, trying to work out where he went wrong and what heâd missed.
âAnd we have our new champion, Song Kuai Liang,â the announcer cheered, oblivious to the general shock in the room. No one seemed to really know how to react, but Kuai could hear whispers between people.
Hanzo pushed himself to stand up, and Kuai followed his lead, somewhat surprised when the man offered his hand to shake. Kuai accepted, but couldnât miss the frustration on his face. Thankfully though, he didnât say anything, so he was at least a graceful loser even when he clearly wasnât happy about it.
Kuai was rapidly whisked away by the organisers. He shook hands and was congratulated greatly. The trophy was small, but somehow still heavy. He wondered if heâd struggle with carrying it home. Still, he stuck around a bit, took a few photos with it for the local papers. Then got a round of congratulations from people within the crowd. The entire time, he didnât see so much as a glimpse of Hanzo. Maybe the man had left already. Kuai wasnât sure.
Finally, things died down, and he was able to collect his belongings and start considering how he was getting home. He pulled out his phone, hoping maybe he could get a ride from Bi-Han. If he was out of work, of course.
[Kuai Liang said: Hey, are you done with work?] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Yes. Just debating getting something to eat or whatever.] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Arenât you doing your nerd shit today?] [Kuai Liang said: I just finished! Any chance I can get a ride?] [Kuai Liang said: Just⊠The trophyâs kind of heavy đ€] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Wait, trophy?] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Holy shit, you actually won?!?] [Kuai Liang said: Yes I won đđđ] [Kuai Liang said: Wait, hold on, what do you mean âactuallyâ đ] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Never mind that. Iâm coming to get you.] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Weâre going to go get food to celebrate!] [Kuai Liang said: You know I didnât win any money right? Just a trophy?] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Who cares! You fuckinâ won! We can celebrate that regardless!] [Bi-Hanđ€ said: Iâm on my way!] [Kuai Liang said: Thanks big brother. Iâll be waiting outside đ]
He slipped his phone away, threw his backpack over his shoulder and picked up the trophy. He looked at it, smiling before turning to leave the building.
As he stepped outside, he noticed someone standing to one side. He turned his head enough to see Hanzo, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. They stared silently at each other for a minute, and Kuai wondered if Hanzo had as little clue what to actually say as he did.
âUm. Good game,â Kuai decided to comment, immediately kicking himself. Of course it was a good game for him, heâd fucking won it.
âIt was,â Hanzo sighed, pushing himself away from the wall and walking over. âYouâre a very skilled player. How long have you been at it?â
âSince I was about⊠8? I think?â It was roughly that age anyway. Heâd been interested in it for a little longer than heâd started playing. âMy Grandfather had a chess set when I was young, and I was fascinated by it. So one day, he brought me my own set and taught me how to play.â
Those were good times. His Grandfather could be a very stern man, but it was stated by everyone how much his heart seemed to soften after the births of his Grandchildren. Bi-Han was more insistent that it was Kuai Liang specifically who seemed to win him over. Kuai had been a sickly child, and something about that triggered a change in their Grandfather. Kuai wasnât sure, all he knew was that his childhood was a warm one, full of love, thanks in part to Grandfather.
âWell, he did a good job teaching you.â Hanzo threw his cigarette down to the floor, stamping it out. âYouâre the first real challenge Iâve had in a while.â
âThank you,â Kuai said with a smile, feeling his face heat up slightly. âYou werenât an easy opponent to beat yourself.â
Hanzo smirked and chuckled before adding ânext time, Iâll make sure itâs even harder.â
âI wouldnât want it any other way, Mr. Hasashi.â
He held his hand out to shake again, and as their hands met, Kuai looked Hanzo in the eye. It was clear that their match had sparked something between them. A desire to win, and to best an opponent that they respected. It looked like future tournaments in this town were going to be very interesting.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Bi-Hanâs dark blue car pull up next to them.
âAh, sorry, thatâs my ride,â he explained, releasing the other man's hand and pulling away. âTake care.â
âYou too,â Hanzo replied, returning to his spot against the wall. Kuai briefly wondered if he was waiting for someone too, but decided not to ask.
He ran over to Bi-Hanâs car, throwing open the door and slipping into the front passenger seat. Bi-Han was peering out the car window towards Hanzo with a frown on his face.
âWhoâs that guy?â Bi-Han asked, in a tone Kuai was far too familiar with. It was his overprotective big brother tone.
âHis nameâs Hanzo, heâs the guy I beat to win.â He stared at Hanzo, and then looked down at his own reflection in the metal of the trophy. âI think heâs my rival now!â
âOnly you could sound so happy about something like that.â Bi-Han shook his head, pushing his foot against the excelerator, as they began to pull out of the parking lot. âYou know this is real life and not one of your fanfics right? You and this guy arenât going to suddenly start making out in the middle of a game.â
âThatâs not why Iâm happy about it. Iâm just happy to have someone so good to play against.â He paused for a few moments, pursing his lips. âAlso you donât know for definite that wonât happen.â
Bi-Han rolled his eyes, but didnât touch on the subject more as he asked âso, where do you want to go to eat? Your choice, seeing as youâre the one with something to celebrate.â
âCan we go to the Korean barbecue then?â He asked, glancing in the rear view mirror to look for Hanzo one last time. He could just about see him walking over to get into a car himself. Strange, but he supposed maybe heâd wanted the cigarette before leaving.
âSure thing.â
Kuai settled down, running his hand along the edges of the trophy. He was going to have to get a lot of practice in if he wanted to win the next one.
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well- Iâm Russian, itâs my accent and I.. cannot change it. I am glad Daria has said nice things about me, very sweet of her; like always..
I could teach you a bit of Russian if youâd like? Itâs a little rough to learn but once you get into the swing of things itâs much easier..
hey osc-âŠ.arâŠ..
*he pauses, looking down at the now cub tiger Oscar, letting out a small sigh before he took his mask and hat off. After all he wouldnât want to scare the poor kid.*
Hm.. hello there, Little one. Iâm Devon- Iâll be watching you and Daria for the day..
~ @shadow-enforcer-fortnite
Oh, hi; Daria mentioned you!
She said you were her uncle. You seem very nice from everything she's said, so.. I can't complain. You sound a little funny, but in a good way, did you know that? Do you sound like that on purpose?
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