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WASNT EXPECTIN’ A WHOLE FIGHT TA BREAK OUT CUZ I SAID I LIKED MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICECREAM XD

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Checkmate | Joel Miller

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

warnings: dbf!joel, age gap (reader is late 20’s, joel mid 40’s), 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), reader’s best friend’s 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 🖤

a/n: also this is my 900 follower celebration?! i still can’t 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 reader’s feelings than what they essentially do with each other. hope y’all still enjoy it :’)

word count: 4.6k

synopsis: you and your dad’s 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. You’d finally saved up enough to move out of your parent’s place. Your master’s 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 parent’s house, which your mom totally loved. She couldn’t wait to help you decorate your place and hand you down the pots and pans that’d been in the family for quite some time. 

The move wasn’t necessarily a tough one, because you were ready to get out of your parents’ hair. You all got along well, but you were dying for your own privacy and space that you could call your own. You couldn’t be happier now that you had it. 

In the midst of the move, your dad insisted he’d phone his best buddy, Joel. You’d only heard about him a handful of times while you were away at college, and in the months you’d 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 you’d meet the mystery man that is Joel Miller. 

And that’s 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, hell–months of hard work that added an inch or two to his already towering height. 

He must’ve 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 sternness—a look that made your panties easily dampen. His mustache framed his lips that were pursed into a slight frown, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like all over your body. 

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. 

He was your dad’s best friend?

Oh, you were truly, utterly, royally fucked. 

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. 

You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been this attracted to someone at first glance. 

After he and your dad helped you move all of your stuff into your new place, you’d concluded two things: one, Joel Miller was a man of very few words–at least, around you that is, and two: you were sure he was attracted to you just as you were to him. 

Was it so wrong to want someone a little bit older? Perhaps not. What was wrong was that he’s your dad’s best friend. You shouldn’t want someone like that. Someone you were absolutely sure could handle you in the best way possible. 

About a month after you’d 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 couldn’t help but be the little devil on your shoulder and encourage you to go after Joel. 

“Look, I know he’s your dad’s best friend n’ all, but what he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?” She questions, legs tucked underneath her body as her lips curl into a sly grin before she takes another sip of her wine. 

“I mean yeah, but I’ve never done something like this before. An older man, who’s closely acquainted with my dad? I oughta be out of my damn mind.” You sigh, rubbing your temple. 

“Live a little, babe. You’ve been a good kid to your parents your whole life. It’s 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.” She suggests, pursing her lips. 

“You’re right. But if I make a move and it backfires, I’m completely fucked and I’m moving to the other side of the country.” You laugh exasperatingly. 

She reaches over to pat your thigh softly. “Only one way to find out.” 

-

You hadn’t seen Joel as of late, but you weren’t phased by it. It’d been a really busy couple of weeks at work, and you were joining your coworkers tonight for a celebratory t.g.i.f. drink. 

Hailey was over at your apartment getting ready with you and you both were already two shots of tequila in. You weren’t much of a drinker, but truth be told, you needed this night out. 

“So I’m either between this dress or this one.” 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 dress 

“This one,” She points at the black dress. “With your red kitten heels.” 

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. 

You wanted to look and feel hot tonight, and it was safe to say you achieved just that. Maybe you’d 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. 

You were applying one last layer of lipgloss when Hailey’s knuckles rapped on your door twice, head peeking into your bedroom. 

“Uber’s here. Let’s go get fucked up.” 

You laugh at her enthusiasm, hot on her trail as you locked up and headed down to your Uber. 

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. 

It wasn’t 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. 

“Mr. Hottie over there has been checking you out for some time now.” Hailey leaned into you, nudging your side with her elbow as she jutted her head toward a man at the bar. 

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. 

“Hailey, that’s him.” You say, swallowing thickly. 

“Who?” She gives you a questioning look, the drinks she’s had tonight making her mind a bit fuzzy. 

“My dad’s best friend. That’s Joel.” You say, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head. 

“Oh, girl, if you don’t make your move I’ll force you to make one. He’s a fucking hunk.” 

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. 

The way he was looking at you made you want to do extremely sinful things with him. Fuck. Now or never. 

“I’ll be back.” You tell Hailey, and her expression brightens up and cheers you on as you slip off of your seat. 

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. 

“You stalking me now, Mr. Miller?” You tease, leaning up against the bar top. 

Joel scoffs a laugh and sips on his beer once more. “Y’think I don’t have something better to do with my time than to see where you are on a Friday night?” He retorts, but it wasn’t mean. You were sober enough to hear the hint of playfulness in his tone. 

“Mm, not really.” You shrug, feigning an innocent smile up at him. 

So you could be a brat. He bet he could fix that attitude in no time. 

He chuckled at his own thoughts, finishing off his beer as he set the empty bottle down on the sticky bar top. 

“You caught me, darlin’. Any woman as ravishing as you is worth stalkin’.” 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. 

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. 

“What brings you here tonight, Mr. Miller?” You ask, reaching a hand out to touch his bicep. His body goes rigid at your touch, and you fear you’ve 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. 

“My brother’s best friend’s birthday.” 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. 

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. 

“Joel.” Your voice was merely a whisper, and he smirked down at you. 

“Care to line dance, darlin’?” He asked nonchalantly. Your eyebrows furrowed as disappointment shot through you. Were you reading the situation wrong? 

“I don’t really know how.” You say, setting your now watered-down drink on the counter. 

“I’ll teach you.” 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. 

It’d 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 Joel’s hands and tongue on you as you moaned his name. The thought nearly made you pout. 

“You even listenin’ to me?” 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. 

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. 

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You sigh, walking back to the table Hailey was waiting at.

“What happened?” She asks, looking behind you at Joel who was burning a hole in the back of your body. 

“No idea. Guess I’m not getting lucky after all.” 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. 

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 bartender’s 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. 

“Fuck, c’mon.” 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. 

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. 

“What are you doing, Joel?” You ask as you stop in front of a dark truck. 

“I’m about to give us what we both want.” 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. 

“Can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doin’ this.” 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. 

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. 

“Joel, please.” You choke out as his lips disconnect from yours, hot kisses traveling down your neck and onto your collarbone. 

“Please what, baby?” He asks, voice raspy and muffled as he breathes against your neck. 

“Need you. Fuck, please, just touch me.” You don’t care how desperate you sound to him at this moment. His touch left a trail of flames everywhere his hands landed, and you couldn’t get enough. 

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. 

Joel didn’t 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 Joel’s, and he had to admit he liked the sticky cherry flavor. 

“Your daddy would kill me with his bare hands right now if he saw what I was doin’ with his darlin’ daughter.” Joel chuckles, shaking his head. 

“That’s why he won’t find out,” You shrug. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions and decide what I want… and what I want is you, Mr. Miller.” 

Joel raises an eyebrow and huffs a small laugh. “That right?” He questions, grip getting slightly tighter on the soft flesh of your thighs. 

“Mhm.” You nod, hand cradling the back of his head. 

“What we’re doin’—this is bad.” Joel chastised, mostly to himself. 

“Relax, Joel. I won’t tell if you won’t.” 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. 

“Fine. But we’re endin’ this whole hookin’ up thing if anyone gets even the slightest bit suspicious.” He negotiates, and you nod. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miller.” 

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. 

You start to grind yourself onto him again, and he groans once more before separating his lips from yours to mumble against them. “Use my thigh, baby.” He shifts you onto his left thigh, and you steady yourself on him by gripping his shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna ruin your pants.” You sigh, the pressure of your clothed clit on his thick thigh already providing the tiniest bit of relief. 

“I don’t give a shit about my pants, baby. Soak ‘em for all I care.” He presses his lips to your neck once more, and you shiver at the contact. You’re shy at first, not ever having gotten yourself off on someone’s thigh before. 

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. 

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. 

“Joel, feels so-so fucking good.” You whine, head dropping back. Your jaw goes slack and eyebrows thread together, picking the pace of your hips up. 

“Yeah? Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ what she needs to get off.” 

“I need you, Joel, please.” 

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. 

Joel’s 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. 

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. 

You moaned as Joel hissed at the contact. It’d been awhile since Joel had been with someone, so he prayed to whatever god was out there that he’d be able to last. 

“C’mon baby, don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” 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. 

The stretch was fucking heavenly. Your lips parted as you puffed out a pant and sucked in a breath shortly after, reaching the hilt. 

“So fucking big. Fuck.” You mewl, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance once more. 

“Stay still for a little.” Joel’s 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. 

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. 

“So fuckin’ perfect.” 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. 

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 weren’t above absolutely begging him until he gave in, but he seemed to have the same idea as his hips thrusted into you. 

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. 

“Gonna ruin this tight little pussy. Just you wait.” 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. 

You wanted Joel Miller to ruin every other man for you. 

That’s how this, the dangerous thing—the game—started. 

You both were determined to win at something that wasn’t even tangible; something so lucrative to both of you that the consequences wouldn’t even fucking matter. 

It didn’t 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 didn’t matter when the windows of his truck fogged up and the drag of your fingertips adorned the glass. It didn’t matter when you reassured him he could cum in you because you were on birth control. 

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. 

Fuck the consequences. 

None of it fucking mattered. 

Because, over the months, Joel Miller was the kind of man you didn’t mind having in your bed after you two’ve fucked. You didn’t 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. 

The euphoria of it all didn’t last forever, though. You knew it wouldn’t, 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. 

That’s 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. 

You were eternally grateful that your dad was a man who didn’t 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. You’d silently promised yourself that was the last time with him. 

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 didn’t 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. 

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. 

He was at your doorstep in no time, pushing you against the wall and kissing you with such neediness as if you’d 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. 

Joel shouldn’t be here.

You promised yourself the last time would be the fucking last. 

And yet, you found yourself willingly shoved up against the wall of your living room by none other than the man you swore you’d stay away from as he leaves hot, fervent kisses along the slope of your neck.

“Joel, we—fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this. We have to stop.”

“Yeah? Not what you were sayin’ when you were practically beggin’ me to fuck you again over the phone.” He grits. He sinks his fingers into your aching cunt, prying a strangled moan from your throat.

He’s frustrated with himself. 

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 should’ve 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. 

He really didn’t 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. 

Joel knew better. 

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. 

You knew better, too. But you did get one thing you wanted, after all. 

You’d be a fucking liar if you didn’t admit that Joel Miller had officially ruined every other man for you. 

The dangers of the game had sunk its teeth so deep into both of you. It was like the world’s most impossible chess match, and one of you was finally waiting for the other to say “checkmate.” 

 The thing is, Joel lost a long while ago. 

He fucking lost the game. 

He couldn’t 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. 

Joel Miller was not a weak man. You had him under a fucking spell that he couldn’t seem to reverse. 

It’s like you were his fucking kryptonite. 

He was the one that royally fucked in the end. 

Joel wished he didn’t 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. 

tags: @nostalxgic ; @ilovepedro ; @bastardmandennis ; @tinygarbage ; @amanitacowboy ; @holesandlividity ; @planet-marz1 ; @joelmillers-whore ; @cool-iguana ; @janaispunk ; @freakygothgirl ; @survivingandenduring ; @clawdee ; @danaispunk ; @kiwisbell ; @untamedheart81

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chris and reader play truth or dare and it gets dirtyyyyy. dom chris pls!! super smutty and degrading 😜

Checkmate

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N tends to leave Chris without many words, but not when they share intimate moments….what happens when a game of truth or dare takes a turn??

Warning⚠️: SMUTTTTT, it’s just some smutty juicy ness since I’ve been gone for a while! Dom Chris🤭. Also I combined it with this request “I’m not sure about plot but Chris with a girlfriend who acts dom but in reality, in bed she’s submissive as hell 🤪. Also love your stories you’re an amazing writer 🫶🏻😘”

Literally love you so much 🥹🖤

Song for the imagine: Rolling Stone- The Weeknd

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Checkmate

Noun

A check from which a king cannot escape.

“Chris get off of me” I groaned pushing Chris body off of me

“No you’re keeping me warm” he said, his voice muffled by his face in the pillow

“Stop being all lovey dovey and cute” I said pushing his hand away and standing up

“But you’re my girlfriend now… I can be” he said rolling over

“I suppose that’s true” I said looking around for my shorts

“Leaving me so soon?” He said sitting up and stretching

“Yes Chris I can’t sit and play mommy all day I have things to do” I said looking at him

“So feisty in the morning” he said shaking his head

“Mmm what can I say” I said still looking

“I suppose you’re looking for these” he said cockily

My head shot up and to my suspense Chris had my shorts in his hand.

“You perv” I said snatching the shorts from his hand

“Am not” he said scooting to the end of the bed

“If you wanted a pair of my pants for safe keeping you could’ve asked you weirdo” I said sliding my shorts on

“Would you give them to me?” He asked cocking a brow at me

“I would’ve made you beg for it” I said smirking at him

“Mmm right” he said rolling his eyes

He pulled me in and hugged me

“Chris I have to go im late to a meeting” I said trying to pull away

“Nooo don’t go” he said pulling me in tighter

“You’re begging for it” I said running my hands through his hair and tugging at the roots

“Mmm” he groaned as he leaned his head back

“Such a little bitch” I said tapping his cheek lightly with my palm

“Yeah you wish” 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

“Checkmate” I replied laughing

“What? How” he said groaning

“You can’t keep it together with a slight kiss” I said fake pouting

“Yeah whatever” he said standing up

“I have to go, I’ll see you tonight at the party” 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 hadn’t 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.

“Hey baby” I said walking up to him

“Hi” he said a bit coldly which made my brows furrow

“What’s the attitude about?” I said laughing a bit

“There’s no attitude” he said giving me a tight lip smile

“Yeah there is” I said rolling my eyes

“Mm well maybe this little bitch doesn’t want to be bothered” he said taking a sip of his soda

“Is this what it’s about? I was clearly joking” I said getting upset

“Okay” he said bluntly

“Whatever….” 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.

“Okayyy Truth or Dare guys” our friend yelled

We all groaned but reluctantly agreed. We headed to the living room and sat around the coffee table as we chatted.

“Alright well spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on will be asked truth or dare” my friend said

She spun the bottle and it landed on one of our other friends.

“Truth or dare” she asked him

“Uhh truth” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Is it true that your ex was a stalker?” She asked him laughing

“Right hand on the Bible it was true! She knew everything about me prior to meeting me” he said laughing

“What a psycho” I said laughing

“Oh very” he said nodding his head

We had played a few more rounds and the bottle landed on Matt

“Okay Matt truth or dare?” Our friend asked

“Uhh dare” he said shrugging his shoulders

“I dare you to kiss Y/N” he said

“Nah man that’s Chris’ girl” he said shaking his head

“Oh shit? Wait yall are together?” He asked Chris who was sitting across from me

“Yeah something like that” he said clenching his jaw at me

“Yeah….something along those lines” 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.

“I say we spice it up” Nick said spinning the bottle

And to my surprise it landed on me

“Fuck” I said rolling my eyes

“Alright Y/N pick your poison” he said laughing

“Uhhh dare” I said cracking my back

“Mmm I dare you to have a nice little 7 minutes in heaven with Chris” he said laughing

“Nick? Are we 12” I said rolling my eyes

“But a dares a dare” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Ughh fine” I said standing up and waving Chris to follow me

Chris and I had gone upstairs to a random bedroom and shut the door.

“Chris I’m not doing anything with you” I said rolling my eyes

“Mmm I beg to differ” he said turning around after locking the door

“No” I said with my arms crossed

“Well how about this, I make you scream and beg and you take back that little bitch title you gave me” he said smiling at me

“Chris it was a joke” I said huffing

“Are you scared that you might lose this bet?” He said tilting his head to the side

“What? No” I said getting annoyed

“Well then the clocks ticking” he said smirking at me

“Bring it on then” 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.

“Unlike you I can handle a kiss” I said as he moved down to leave kisses along my neck

“Shut up” he said roughly pushing my head to the side

“Make me” I said

“I plan on it” he said through gritted teeth

“Less kissing and more action then” I said shoving him

“You’re such an annoying bitch” he said laughing darkly at me

“So I’ve been told” 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.

“Such perfect tits I could just fuck them” he said biting his bottom lip

“Why don’t you” I said letting out a small moan

“Well then I won’t be able to fuck your mouth, and how else am I supposed to keep you silent?” He asked in a taunting way

I tried to push him off, but he sat down on me, keeping me down.

“Stop fighting you dumb whore” he said in my ear causing my hair to rise and an ache to grow between my thighs

“You see I was going to let you suck me off, but you’re being rude….I think it’s best I fuck it out of you” he said rubbing his fingers along my face

“Stop talking and do it” I said breathing heavily

“Maybe I should make you wait……make you beg and then see who the real little bitch is” he said as his eyes lit up with excitement

“Chris this is not fair” I said pushing against him

“Shut up I’m warning you” 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

“Mmm does the pretty baby like to be choked?” He asked licking his lips

I ignored him and shot daggers through my eyes at him. And to this he didn’t like. He grabbed my throat harder

“I said, does the pretty girl like to be choked?” He asked again

“Yes yes I do” I moaned out licking my now dry lips

“Of course you do….you're a slut” he said, his words ghosting over my lips

He went back to massaging my breast through my shirt, causing my thighs to rub together.

“Please Chris I need more” I moaned out

“Ohh she’s begging now” he said with a smirk

“Don’t be a dick” I said breathing heavily

“Lets give the pretty girl what she wants” he said

He gripped my breasts again and then ripped the fabric of my bra. Splitting the bra in half

“CHRIS NO” I yelled out

“Oh my bad” 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.

“Chrisss” I moaned out my back arching

“You called?” He said with a shit eating grin

“Stop being an asshole” I said rolling my eyes

“I could leave if you’d like” he said backing up

“No” I said pulling him back down

“That’s what I thought” 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

“I could sit and tease you all day but I’m ready to fuck you” 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.

“Edge of the bed now” 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.

“I’m fucking you from the back today so turn over” he said his eyes lighting up

I reluctantly turned over as I arched my back waiting for his next move

“Such an obedient slut….I like it” he said smacking my ass

“Ow” I yelled out

Chris removed his boxers and stood behind me rubbing my ass as he stood silent

“Such a naughty naughty girl….willing to bend over in a heartbeat for me” he said caressing me

“Chris please” I said in a shaky tone

“So wet for me already” he said as he slid his thumb over my clothed slit

“Fuck” I said as I twitched

“So sensitive” he said as he pulled my underwear and let it snap back against my cunt

“CHRIS” I yelled out as my back arched even more

“I can take my time I already texted Matt that we wouldn’t be coming down for a while” he said as he rubbed up my thighs

“If you want me to beg then I will….this is me begging for you to just fuck me already” I said in a whisper

“Oh I am” 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

“Already acting dumb” he said bowling against my pussy

“Chris please baby please” 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

“Taking me so well like a dirty slut” 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 sheets….good thing they were navy blue because my mascara was for sure all over them

“Please please” I moaned out as I gripped the sheets

“Aww can’t take it?” He said as his hips snapped into me and his voice became deeper

“Shut up” I moaned out, and this landed a smack to my ass causing me to yell out again

Chris’ 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

“Let go of me” he said roughly as he pounded into me

I moaned out as I let my head fall back more still gripping onto his hand

“I said let go” he replied roughly grabbing my hand and throwing it down

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I panted out

“Mmm taking this cock so well” 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

“Gonna cum slut?” He asked

“Mhmm” 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

“CHRISSS” I yelled out as I fell forward a bit

He grabbed me by my hair harder and pulled me back against him

“You stay right here you got it?” He said breathing heavily

“Yes yes” 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

“I’m gonna cummmmm” I moaned out as I clenched down on him

“Yeah come on give it to me” he said as he thrusted faster and rubbed harder

I felt my lower abdomen quiver and my body begin to shake

“Fuckkk I’m cummingggg” 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

“Don’t push my hand DONT” 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

“CHRISSSSS” 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

“Let me cum on your tits” 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 speechless….and sore.

We got dressed and I realized I didn’t have a bra…..Chris realized this and came over to me

“I’ll take you home” he said looking at me

“Okay yeah” I said smiling at him

Chris planted a kiss on my lips and pulled away rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

“Checkmate” he said with a smile growing on his lips

“What?” I said furrowing my brows

“Checkmate….I win and you lose” he said backing away from me

“You sneaky fuck” I said laughing

“I’ll see you in the car” he said winking before taking off

What a smart bastard….using my own phrase against me….

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 one🤭. I’ve been slacking and I’m sooo sorry, but I will be finishing my requests soon! Love yall dearly 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[hoshinoyozora]

The Queen

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 0,7k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t 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.

“It seems that you’re not very adept in chess game, [Name].” he remarked, smirking. “Why don’t 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.”

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 wouldn’t know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldn’t know about the Queen’s longing for affection. You would’ve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.

Because it wasn’t 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 ‘love’ story wasn’t romantic. Far from it, actually, and the ‘perks’ that came as his ‘King’ 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 he’d 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, you’d saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldn’t 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 wasn’t in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle you’d ever seen, and you’d 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 hadn’t even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move you’d take, the end result would still be the same anyway.

Your king would die on the battlefield.

“Go ahead. It’s your turn now.”

Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, it’d 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. Riddle’s calm yet smug ‘checkmate’ 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 Queen’s 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.

[shadow-enforcer-fortnite]

I love you 🖤

🫂 (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.

[evilquinzel]

🖤I don't know what to say about those ones 😂 Hope you like them ahahah

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[stoneillustrations]

I have a question for my fellow RWBY fandom...

COMBO ATTACKS! ❤🤍🖤💛

Weiss & Ruby = Ice Flower

Weiss & Blake = Checkmate

Blake & Ruby = Ladybug

Yang & Weiss = Freezerburn

Yang & Blake = Bumblebee (❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥)

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?

[catziraphale]

Angel 🥰 how are the kittens?

Crowley love, have you talk to your babies today?

How’s sweet Muriel? You’ll be an older sibling soon?

Aziraphale: 🤍🤍🤍 Hungry, apparently 😇☺️

Crowley, with his nose pressed against Aziraphale's belly: They want to know, if I talked to you, hungry fluffs 🖤😈

Muriel, from their spot on a top shelf: But I'm not a kitten 😹

Aziraphale: Then why are you so small? 🤔

Crowley: Checkmate 😎

[shadow-enforcer-fortnite]

’shadow Slenderman’ is a new one..

you are.. very little to me. Hurts my neck to try and talk to you—and more than half the island, actually.

”little man”

~ @shadow-enforcer-fortnite

MAN...

I sure am a little man to ya, shadow slenderman

[itzyinstagram]

yeji bubble update 

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 couldn’t help but feel like we could’ve 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 won’t see us for a little while 🌼 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 🖤 I love you so so much, Midzy 🖤 

[honeyedmiller]

checkmate is (hopefully) going live tonight (dbf!joel one shot)– would anyone like to be added to the tag list? 🖤

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️But Suddenly It Seems Like I Can’t Get Enough

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1232 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Modern AU, Chess, Chess Tournaments, Friendly Rivalries, Rivalry, Rival Relationship, First Meetings, Author doesn’t know how to play chess AU-Gust 2024 Day 5: Chess Players

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: Sorry if this isn’t edited too good today, I’m 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 you’ll 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.

“Checkmate.”

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 he’d been told at length what a juggernaut Hanzo was. He’d 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 he’d missed.

“And we have our new champion, Song Kuai Liang,” 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 couldn’t miss the frustration on his face. Thankfully though, he didn’t say anything, so he was at least a graceful loser even when he clearly wasn’t 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 he’d 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 didn’t see so much as a glimpse of Hanzo. Maybe the man had left already. Kuai wasn’t 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-Han🖤 said: Yes. Just debating getting something to eat or whatever.] [Bi-Han🖤 said: Aren’t you doing your nerd shit today?] [Kuai Liang said: I just finished! Any chance I can get a ride?] [Kuai Liang said: Just… The trophy’s kind of heavy 🤭] [Bi-Han🖤 said: Wait, trophy?] [Bi-Han🖤 said: Holy shit, you actually won?!?] [Kuai Liang said: Yes I won 🏆🏆🏆] [Kuai Liang said: Wait, hold on, what do you mean “actually” 😐] [Bi-Han🖤 said: Never mind that. I’m coming to get you.] [Bi-Han🖤 said: We’re going to go get food to celebrate!] [Kuai Liang said: You know I didn’t win any money right? Just a trophy?] [Bi-Han🖤 said: Who cares! You fuckin’ won! We can celebrate that regardless!] [Bi-Han🖤 said: I’m on my way!] [Kuai Liang said: Thanks big brother. I’ll be waiting outside 😁]

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.

“Um. Good game,” Kuai decided to comment, immediately kicking himself. Of course it was a good game for him, he’d fucking won it.

“It was,” Hanzo sighed, pushing himself away from the wall and walking over. “You’re a very skilled player. How long have you been at it?”

“Since I was about… 8? I think?” It was roughly that age anyway. He’d been interested in it for a little longer than he’d started playing. “My 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.”

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 wasn’t sure, all he knew was that his childhood was a warm one, full of love, thanks in part to Grandfather.

“Well, he did a good job teaching you.” Hanzo threw his cigarette down to the floor, stamping it out. “You’re the first real challenge I’ve had in a while.”

“Thank you,” Kuai said with a smile, feeling his face heat up slightly. “You weren’t an easy opponent to beat yourself.”

Hanzo smirked and chuckled before adding “next time, I’ll make sure it’s even harder.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, Mr. Hasashi.”

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-Han’s dark blue car pull up next to them.

“Ah, sorry, that’s my ride,” he explained, releasing the other man's hand and pulling away. “Take care.”

“You too,” 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-Han’s 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.

“Who’s that guy?” Bi-Han asked, in a tone Kuai was far too familiar with. It was his overprotective big brother tone.

“His name’s Hanzo, he’s the guy I beat to win.” He stared at Hanzo, and then looked down at his own reflection in the metal of the trophy. “I think he’s my rival now!”

“Only you could sound so happy about something like that.” Bi-Han shook his head, pushing his foot against the excelerator, as they began to pull out of the parking lot. “You know this is real life and not one of your fanfics right? You and this guy aren’t going to suddenly start making out in the middle of a game.”

“That’s not why I’m happy about it. I’m just happy to have someone so good to play against.” He paused for a few moments, pursing his lips. “Also you don’t know for definite that won’t happen.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes, but didn’t touch on the subject more as he asked “so, where do you want to go to eat? Your choice, seeing as you’re the one with something to celebrate.”

“Can we go to the Korean barbecue then?” 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 he’d wanted the cigarette before leaving.

“Sure thing.”

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.

[shadow-enforcer-fortnite]

well- I’m Russian, it’s 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 you’d like? It’s a little rough to learn but once you get into the swing of things it’s much easier..

hey osc-….ar…..

*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 wouldn’t want to scare the poor kid.*

Hm.. hello there, Little one. I’m Devon- I’ll 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?