#Unexpected series

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take It Slow

A sequel to Take a Seat

Warnings: allusions to mafia/crime, intimidation, suggestions of verbal and mental abuse, toxicity.

This might just be a drabble, but I'd appreciate a reblog and some feedback! You are loved and appreciated. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

You sit in a haze. You try not to twitch at the prodding beneath you, the obvious delight of your keeper. Thor’s arm wraps around your middle as he holds you in place, making himself your seat, your throne as he proclaimed boldly to Travis’ face. He won’t forgive you for this one, you’ve humiliated him.

Yet, you can hardly worry about that. You can only wonder how this night will end. Will this brute of a man laugh and let you go? It must all be a joke, similar to a hazing, he is testing his man, that’s all. So you will face the consequences of his ploy.

You wiggle uncomfortably as you keep your head down. It’s humiliating how he continues to beckon men to his table, chatting as if your aren’t even there, his arm hooked firmly around you to keep you from escape. He way his hand runs up and down your side, at times venturing down your thigh. You shift again and he groans.

“This one is getting impatient,” Thor chuckles as he brings his hand up the front of your dress and tickles your throat, “as am I. Leave us,” he commands away another man in black, “I think this night over.”

The man leaves and Thor pulls his hand away to snap in the air. Another approaches, the black-haired one Travis told you was the boss’s brother. You stare at the table.

“Brother, clear this place out,” he says, “and see if you can’t find Mallory.”

The slender man takes his order but not without a grumble. He struts away and Thor turns back to kiss your crown, growling as he inhales the scent of your hair, bowing to press his lips to your shoulder. You assume he will hand you back to Travis now so you can spend the night in his wrath.

“What a prize I’ve claimed this night,” Thor rumbles and turns you in his lap, “I see you are tired, kitten, so let me find you a bed.”

He scoops you up in his arms and you squeak in surprise as he stands. He is much taller than you expect. You glance around and he chuckles, bending his knees as he angles you towards the table. You take his intent and reach for your clutch.

“I... what about Travis--”

“Say his name one more time, kitten, and I will have be certain to make him nothing more than a memory,” he girds and fire crawls up your body. His tone is dangerous and his strength is obvious in his easy hold on you. “Forget your old life, sweetheart, I will give you a new one. A better one.”

Your lips part and you close them. You’re too afraid to ask why? Why you? Is this still a game? He can’t mean a life, maybe only a night.

“He doesn’t deserve you and you deserve much better,” Thor purrs as he carries you across the room.

“I...” you murmur into nothing. This cannot be real. 

You fall into silence. Not so much accepting as terrified. A man this big, this powerful, is not to be defied. You are in his territory. Travis was right, he shouldn’t have brought you here.

Thor carries you across the lobby of the hotel and angles to hit the elevator button. He stands and waits as you stare at the golden doors. They part and he steps on, turning as he keeps you steady in his arms.

“Top floor, sweetheart,” he says.

You hesitate before you reach out and hit the button. It lights up at your touch and the doors close. You shiver as you rescind your arm against your chest.

“Cold?” He wonders coyly, “I’ll be happy to warm you up, kitten.”

You dip your chin down, horrified by his suggestion. He is not an unattractive man, he is tall, blonde, and well-defined. Any woman, yourself would swoon over him, and yet the situation has you locked in terror.

“Why are you so afraid?” He asks as he nuzzles your hairline, “have I been unkind so far?”

You shake your head, the edges of your vision glossy with the threat of tears.

“So why cower and hide away? I mean only to worship you, kitten.”

You inhaled and clasp onto your purse tightly, stilling the tremble in your, “I... I don’t know.”

“Was he such a man that you would laugh at the idea of me? The way he spoke to you, the way he dragged you around as nothing more than an accessory, I saw no man,” the elevator dings and he steps off, “I saw lesser than you should have.” He stride breezily down the hall to the corner suite, “I will be your king.”

He stops before the door and his chest puffs out, “the door key is in my jacket, would you mind?”

You stare at his collar then let go of your clutch. You slip your hand beneath his blazer and feel the firm muscle beneath his satin shirt, the top button open. You twist around to feel the inside pocket and slip the card free with two fingers. You retract and reach for the door. He lowers you so you can slide the card through.

The censor flashes green and he moves you closer. You turn the handle without prompt and he carries you within. He kicks the door shut with his heel and the snap of it makes you flinch. He marches around the suite, and airy front room with a full bar and sofas, opening onto a high balcony with lights. 

He turns through a doorway to the bedroom and takes you to the bed. You brace yourself for the drop, closing your eyes and tensing. How many times had Travis tossed you back so you bit your tongue?

He lays you on the mattress gently and slips his arms out from under you. You slowly open your eyes and look up at him. You sit up as he takes your clutch and sets it on the glass console table near the wall. He rolls his shoulders and groans, slipping free of his jacket.

“What do you expect, my queen? That I should throw you around like a ragdoll? I should mistreat you as that worm must’ve? I feel how you steel yourself. How you wait for me to hurt you,” he faces you as he drapes his jacket over the velvet chair paired with the sleek desk, “it is not my intent to offer anything but delight.”

He comes to stand at the foot of the bed, “you are tense, you could use a hot bath. And in those shoes,” he peers down at your strappy heels, “you must be aching for it.”

You are put off by his suggestion, more innocent than he means. You glance down and tuck your feet back so your skirt hides them. You shrug and rub your naked arm, “I...”

“Kitten, you do not need permission. You say it and I will make it so,” he brings his hand up under your chin, “come, let us wash away this night.”

He squeezes your jaw and you stand. You wave as you’re trapped in his allure. Your eyes cling to his oceanic blue irises, sinking into them as his hand drifts down your neck. His other tickles along your stomach and to your shoulder. He slips the straps of your dress down your arms and guides the fabric down your figure. You quiver at the brush of his rough fingertips. 

He reaches around you smoothly to unhook your strapless bra. It falls away as you gasp. His eyes follow it to the floor and he lowers himself to one knee, then the other. He brings his hand around your heel and unclasps the buckle of your shoe. He wiggles your foot free and you stand flat, then he removes the other heel and tosses them aside.

He puts his head straight and leans forward, kissing the front of your panties as he looks up at you. You gape down at him as your body tingles. Another wave flows over you, guilt; betrayal. What would Travis think?

He frames your hips and rolls your panties down your legs. You don’t stop him. His touch grazes your legs and you step out of the dainty fabric. He takes your hand as he gets back to his feet. He tugs on your arm as he turns and guides you away from the bed. Your skin speckles with goosebumps as you enter a spacious bathroom with a square hot tub in the corner.

He leads you to the tub and lets you go. He bends to flip up the faucet and turns it to adjust the temperature. You watch his back as his shoulders stretch the satin tautly. He rises and faces you as he plucks at the buttons.

You stare dumbly at him as he undresses. His muscles are thick but defined, his fingers move lithely, his jaw sets as his eyes blaze back at you. He drops his shirt then bends to pull off his shoes. He undresses, piece by piece, never looking away. 

As he pushes down the elastic of his briefs, he has no shame. He is wanting. You try not to look as he smirks and reaches for you. He takes you by the wrist and steers you toward the tub. Without a word, he urges you in ahead of him. He climbs over the side and puts your back to him, lowering you both into the basin. 

He leans you against his hard torso and his hands rove and wander over yours, tickling, stroking, cupping as a tremor rolls through you. He purrs and twitches against your back. His hands never stop moving, eager to explore, eager for more.

[cowboybarzy]

unexpected with baby’s first all star game? 🥹

loving the baby myla requests!! I have another one coming soon!!!

wc: 1.1k

cw: mentions of sex, lowkey hating on Justin Bieber (sorry not sorry), babies

part of the unexpected series

"How much do you want to bet Mat is going to change his wallpaper from Myla to that picture of him and Justin hugging?," Liana asked you as you walked back to your hotel after the NHL All Star Draft. Mat got elected to play for team Matthews, which Justin Bieber was the coach for. And Mat was a big fan of his. He hadn't shut up about him being there for days and contemplated for weeks about what he'd say to him if he met him.

"He better not," you replied, kissing your daughter's head who was fast asleep in her carrier. "$50."

She laughed and accepted the bet. At the hotel, you put Myla to bed, who would be spending the night with her grandparents while you, Liana, and Mat spent the night at the after party.

"There he is." Mat's eyes lit up in excitement when he saw you and threw his arms around you, kissing your cheek with a lot of force.

"I'm on his fucking team," Mat yelled over the loud music, his arms still tight around your middle as he lifted you in the air. You shook your head with laughter and embraced the kiss he pressed to your lips.

The night consisted of some good music, some fun people, and you and Mat enjoying a rare night out. And Mat showed how much he loved that time with you, as he never let go of you. Not once did his hand leave your back, your hand, your shoulder, whichever body part he was holding on to, not to go get a drink, to chat with his friends, and definitely not when he pulled you into a dance. That high continued throughout the night and into the very early morning. You couldn't waste those precious moments the two of you had alone and in a fancy hotel room like this one the NHL had set you up in, oh things got spicy.

But as much as you had loved spending the night enjoying jut each others company, you were both over the moon when you picked Myla up from her grandparents' room the next morning and brought her back to your bed for a slow morning before Mat had to get back hockey.

"Hi, baby girl." Mat's morning voice was deep and raspy and made you want to bring your baby right back to her grandparents to slip back under the covers with him. But cuddling with your baby under the sheets was a different kind of satisfaction that you loved just as much.

Mat pressed kissed to her cheeks that had gotten a lot chubbier when she started eating solid food a couple of months ago, making her laugh uncontrollably. She loved to eat. Anything you cooked her she'd eat. And tons of it. Just like her dad. But you were also still breastfeeding her, a sweet bonding moment for the two of you.

The room service Mat had ordered while you were off getting Myla came soon after while you were feeding her, so Mat set up the trays for you in bed. Though eating breakfast in bed with an 8 months old turned out to be more of a hassle than the slow morning you'd envisioned. She was crawling all over the huge bed, trying to throw herself off the mattress every couple of minutes or getting her little fingers in your food, dirtying the sheets. But you live and you learn and you definitely learned that what had once been your favorite way to spend the morning may have to be delayed until she was older.

"Here, do you want some avocado?" You handed your daughter a slice of avocado which you picked from your toast, when Mat finally pulled her into his lap. She accepted gladly, shoving it into her mouth. As you continued eating, you watched Mat interact with Myla, who was making silly faces and noises to make her laugh. But he was the one to laugh when she held up that chewed up piece of avocado to his lips. He made a disgusted face, but he could resist her offer of sharing and bit off a piece of the slice, swallowing quickly.

The rest of the morning was over a lot sooner than you wanted and before you knew it Mat was back at the rink and you barely saw him for the rest of the day. You cheered him on during the skills competition for as long as you could before Myla was over it and you took her back to the hotel room.

The next day was basically a repeat of the previous day, only really seeing Mat when he got back from the game. He slipped under the sheets with you, gladly letting you congratulate him for the amazing weekend he had.

When you were cuddling watching TV a bit later and Mat reached for his phone, something caught your eye. "Mathew." You practically ripped his phone out of his hands and locked it to inspect his lock screen. Your jaw dropped in disbelief and you jumped to your knees. "Mathew!"

"What?," he asked confused then yelped when you lightly slapped his naked chest. He threw his arms up in confusion, so you turned the phone around to face him to show him his lock screen. You could not believe it. You couldn't believe that he had actually changed his wallpaper from a sweet picture of baby Myla to one of him and Justin Bieber.

"What?," he asked again, but this time grinning. "So cool, right?"

"No! You abandoned your daughter for him?" Needless to say you weren't Justin's biggest fan. His music was alright but as a person you weren't a fan of him.

"I did not abandon her! You're so dramatic." He rolled his eyes laughing at you and took his phone back. "It's just a picture and I'll change it back in a few days."

"You better pay me those $50," you said pointing at him, before laying back down beside him.

"What $50?"

"Liana bet me $50 that that is exactly what you would do. That you'd change your wallpaper to that picture. But I had faith in you!" Mat laughed beside you, then pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"You're so dramatic," he chuckled. "I'll change it back."

Once you felt like he'd kissed and sweet talked you enough to make up for it, you grabbed your phone to text Liana.

You: I owe you $50

Liana: HAHAHAHAHA

[ladylucksrogue]

Final chapter is up!

[cressidagrey]

I really wanna see more of the unexpected series 😩

Dad!az has my heart

He has my heart too 🫠 I do need to get back to it, but I don’t yet know what I wanna write 😂

[senditcolton]

Clues I Didn't See

Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover’s lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Asking your lover to explain what’s going on/what they’re doing.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by @barzysunflower | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none! part of the "unexpected" universe

You were never a big party person. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why you and Nate became close friends. You were both more introverted and while Nate chose to stay in so he could practice his hockey skills – always so serious, which you teased him about relentlessly – you preferred to spend a night in curled up in a blanket with a good book.

How you managed to fall for the equivalent of a golden retriever that always wanted to interact with people and drag you along to every team get-together was beyond you.

But that’s why you were here at yet another Avalanche party. It was a very relaxed atmosphere – nothing too wild, nothing too crazy. But you still felt a little overwhelmed.

This time though, you couldn’t blame you discomfort on the atmosphere or the numerous strangers around you (seeing as you were at Gabe’s house surrounded by teammates and their partners). This time, you knew exactly where that awkwardness was stemming from.

It was because you showed up on Erik Johnson’s arm as his date instead of Nate’s platonic plus-one.

This wasn’t the first outing the two of you had after ‘officially’ going public about your secret hook-ups turned relationship but it still felt a little awkward being so open about your connection when, for the past few months, all the two of you had been doing was sneaking around.

That awkwardness coupled with your general dislike of parties had you sneaking away from the main hubbub of the crowd, your small tote bag flung over your shoulder. It took you a minute to find a cozy little nook – complete with a small loveseat, blanket, and lamp close by.

You sigh, collapsing onto the cushions, kicking off your sandals as you tuck your feet beneath you. Reaching into your bag, you fish your current read, the need to have a book constantly by your side never letting you down. After removing the bookmark and placing it in the back of the book, you relax, your eyes scanning over the pages, getting lost in the fictional world.

A few minutes later, the sound of a throat clearing draws your attention from your reading. You look up to see Erik standing in the entrance to the room, a bemused look on his face.

“You know, we don’t have to sneak around to be together anymore,” he teases.

“I know that,” you laugh, gently shaking your head.

“Then why are you back here?”

“Just needed a little break from the excitement,” you explain, holding up your book. “Besides, this gives me time to get a little further into this novel.”

You hear EJ give a small hum as a response and you turn back to the book. You expected him to disappear but you are somewhat startled when you feel his body settling onto the loveseat next to you. Your head turns to look at him with a confused quirk of your eyebrow.

“Aren’t you gonna go back to the party?”

“Eh, they aren’t gonna miss me that much. But I’d miss you so, why not follow your lead and take a little break?”

Your heart softens at his words; softens at the way he is willing to sacrifice his own time with friends to share a quiet moment with you. You shoot him a gentle smile before turning your attention back to the book in front of you. Only a few seconds pass before you feel Erik shift, nestling in closer and leaning his body down, his head coming to rest in your lap.

“What are you reading?”

“Sense & Sensibility. I’m trying to read all seven Jane Austen novels. This is only my second,” you explain.

“Could you read me a bit from it?” he asks, those dark brown eyes of his eagerly looking up at you. The smile on your face doesn’t falter as you turn your eyes back to the page, scanning over the paragraphs until you find a good quote.

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy,” you begin, your voice soft, your hand absentmindedly finding his hair, running through the blonde locks. “It is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”

You glance down at him, his eyes trained to your face and his pupils filled with affection. He looks so handsome – not just in the physical sense but in the way he looks at you, the way he appreciates you, the way he cares about you.

Those feelings are enough for you to drop your head down, your lips connecting with his in a gentle kiss. Erik gladly accepts, his own hand finding the back of your neck to hold you close. The two of you stay like that, tangled up in one another until a new voice interrupts.

“Wow, sneaking away for a make-out session?”

Your lift your head up, your lips departing from Erik’s as both of your heads turn towards the sound of the voice. You can feel your cheeks heat at the sight of Gabe in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of him and a smirk on his face.

“You guys realize we all know about the two of you now, right? I mean, you two weren’t being very subtle about it before but now, there’s no need to hide if you want to kiss each other.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” EJ chirps at his best friend, flipping him the bird for good measure while you bury your face into the center of your book to hide your embarrassment.

The combination of the two of your responses make Gabe throws his head back, his maniacal cackle being the only sound that lingers after he departs. 

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[totalswag]

!unexpected surprise! ☆ drew starkey ☆ smau+social media au+irl au

summary in which you're cautious when Drew Starkey sneaks into your DMs following a casual encounter at a party. he is well-known for his role in a popular tv show and movies—has millions of fans. the two of you start communicating quietly, slipping minutes between his hectic schedule and your social media responsibilities. the secrecy adds to the excitement, but as the media learns about your link, it becomes increasingly difficult to hide.

series taglist

pairing drew starkey x influencer!reader

warning(s) drama, secrecy, flirting, cursing, kissing, crying, secret relationship dynamics. i think i covered all of it?

author note welcome to my very first drew series. heads up, this series will consist of ten chapters. there will be bits of irl moments on certain chapters fyi. i was inspired to create this by those who do these types of series, so shoutout to them. happy reading my lovies <3

chapter one ⎯ coming soon

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

© 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐆 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or work as your own.

[sherrymagic]

I chose to walk down this path. I knew what was coming for me from the get-go. Either I get locked up, or I die. Five years in jail is so much better.

Joong Archen as FADEL and Dunk Natachai as STYLE THE HEART KILLERS | EP. 11

[iguessitsjustme]

Something I love about Your Sky is that it not only showed that Teerak had sexual desire, but it showed him in control of that desire. Your Sky could have very easily gone with the blushing maiden trope for him but they didn't. Teerak was into Muenfah sexually and romantically and while he wasn't ready right away, he didn't shy away from that desire. Muenfah wasn't alone in wanting and craving physical intimacy and I appreciate the hell out of Your Sky for letting both characters want each other.

[veinsfullofstars]

⭐ Protectors of Popstar ⭐

(ID: Kirby series DTIYS piece based on this post by @das-a-kirby-blog. Thoughts in the tags and more detailed description in Alt Text. END ID.)

Started 11/26/24, finished 12/09/24.

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

one can't help but admire this man's sheer blind devotion to being annoying even at gunpoint. he would sweep the olympics once they recognize all his hard work as an official sport. he should get a nobel anti-peace prize. i would say somebody should pin a Most Bothersome And Aggravating Person Alive (At Least For Now) ribbon to his chest but he would just start talking about his sensitive nipples again.

[cowboybarzy]

WE NEED MYLA AT FAMILY SKATE FOR STADIUM SERIE ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!

pausing the rather spicy fic I was writing to quickly write this 👀

also this video is definitely mat with baby my!!

unexpected series

“Myla, look at Mama.” Trying to get an 8 month old to smile for a picture, let alone look at the camera, was quite a challenging task. Especially when so much was happening around her. Kids screaming and laughing, the sounds of skates on the ice, the hockey sticks handling the all the pucks. So she was definitely more interested in watching than looking at you for another picture. It’s not like you hadn’t taken about a million of her already today. But she looked so cute in her snow suit and fluffy hat sitting in a carrier strapped to Mat’s chest.

“She’s probably overwhelmed. No clue what’s going on, poor girl usually watches hockey from higher up.” You laughed at her wide eyed face, but as long as she wasn’t actually panicking, you didn’t panic either.

“Maybe she’ll love it when I start skating.” And off Mat went, skating around the outdoor rink. He didn’t go too fast, thankfully, but definitely enjoyed goofing around with the other guys and kids that were out on the ice. You immersed in conversation with the other girls, but still kept an eye on Mat and Myla, who seemed a more chill now, of course capturing lots of pictures and videos.

Mat eventually came back over to you, now his stick in hand, to show off some skills but also teach you some stuff. When you first started dating, he’d given you plenty of skating lessons that eventually evolved into hockey, or more so stick handling, lessons. But outside of events like these you never really got to practice, even though you loved it. You were even able to maneuver the puck between your legs and gracefully get it back in front of you.

“Wow, you still got it.” Mat grinned proud when you perfectly executed that between the legs move and wiggled Myla’s arms in the air for show of celebration. It had been a while since you’d actually handled a puck so you were impressed too.

“Had a good teacher.” He winked, his grin never leaving his face. You skated around a bit more, moving over to the net where you practiced your shots a bit. And if there hadn’t been a goalie in the net, you actually would have gotten them in. Next time.

“It’s a kid! I wasn’t about to score all of my shots on a kid,” you defended yourself, when you saw Mat trying to contain his giggles and you were out of earshot of said kid.

“Mhm,” was all he managed to say before wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Throughout the whole family skate, Myla barely made a noise, she was just chilling in her carrier being such a good baby. But that’s who she was, a very chill baby. And you were more than grateful for that.

One of the girls then managed to take a picture of the three of you, for which Myla showed off her toothless smile as you were able to make her laugh now standing right beside her. The pictures turned out great. The three of you in your matching outfits. Mat smiling proudly, looking at you and keeping one hand wrapped in Myla’s tiny one. You with an equally big smile, making your daughter laugh. And baby Myla drooling all over herself laughing at the silly faces you were making while trying to shove her dad’s hand in her mouth.

[ladylucksrogue]

Hi! Hope I'm not bothering but I'm curious about your Foxiyo chip discovery WIP if you wouldn't mind sharing a bit about it?

Hey! No worries and thanks for the ask! 💕💕

In my current series of stories, the Unexpected series, there have been a few instances in which Fox has had unexplained and prolonged headaches, blackouts, memory loss. He of course chalks it off to his job, exhaustion, long hours, etc. Fox and Riyo have been an established couple for a while now. She's seen it get worse and worse and is legitimately concerned he's sick. You know, brain tumor or infection or something. She's been pushing for him to get a scan done. Completely covertly of course. She doesn't want him to catch any trouble or have the Kaminoans get wind that maybe something is wrong with him.

When he eventually does, which will happen in this story, of course the chip is discovered. Exactly how that will work into the fix it elements of this series is a bit of a secret at the moment but the big take away is Fox will no longer have his inhibitor chip.

[cressidagrey]

more az and embelia 🫶🏾🙂‍↕️ read their story and fell in love baddddd . I gotta see if az is gonna let anyone from the inner circle meet her

I do have a half written thing for their very first meeting…and also a very half finished thing of Az finding out that she’s pregnant!

They do meet her, but it’s under…dramatic circumstances, which also ties into a half baked multi chapter idea lol.

[senditcolton]

Talk

a/n: i actually really love writing for EJ. so here’s some more of him! sort of a prequel to this blurb from my last birthday celebration. hope you all love sunshine/golden retriever EJ.  word count: 1.5k warnings: dirty talk + implied smut (basically the proposition of the act but not the act itself). feminine reader this time!

I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now all the things I would do.

“Looking good, sweetheart.”

You hear EJ before you see him and your shoulders heave in a sigh as you cast an exasperated glance in Nate’s direction. You knew he was going to be here; it was Colorado’s charity brunch after all so of course the entire team was in attendance. But still, that didn’t mean that you had to interact with EJ.

At least, not right now.

So, you sigh again before spinning around in your chair, your eyes darting up to his face. And to your unfortunate surprise, he looked hot; in his casual suit, the top few buttons tastefully undone, his blonde hair artfully ruffled.

“Thank you, EJ,” you say, your voice dry, not at all willing to let him or anyone else sitting at your table know how much this man managed to fluster you.

You think that your forced politeness would be the end of it as you turn back to continue the conversation that you were having with Nate, your friend who was responsible for bringing you here. But you should’ve known that Erik wasn’t going to give up that easily and your body bristles when you feel him settle into the chair next to you, his voice sounding again.

“Woah, being nice to me? That’s a surprise,” he laughs. You roll your eyes in Nate’s direction, an action that was met with a scolding glance from your best friend, silently telling you to behave. Which you always do. EJ just never made it easy for you.

You turn back towards Erik, finally giving him your full attention and plaster on a smile before responding.

“We’re at a charity event. I gotta be on my best behavior.”

EJ doesn’t give you a verbal response at first, just shoots you that ridiculously goofy grin. The two of you back off each other for a moment, turning your attention to the delicious food in front of your and the conversation surrounding you. However, the peace only lasts a minute until you feel Erik lean over towards you, his voice quiet.

“I prefer you on your worst behavior.”

The way his voice drips with desire and passion makes you falter, almost dropping your fork. The glare you send in his direction does not discourage him. In fact, judging by that stupid smirk that remains on his face, it seems as if he actually enjoys it.

Which, after spending a few too many nights tangled in his sheets and in his arms, you know that was the truth.

Yes, you were sleeping with Erik. What started as an accident turned into a full-blown habit that you couldn’t seem to stop. Somehow, this obnoxious golden retriever of a man snuck his way into your life and it was now hard to shake him off.

Although, the two of you did promise that you would keep your ‘status’ quiet in front of your friends and the rest of the team. But here was EJ, flirting with you at a team sponsored event.

You swear you could throttle him.

In an attempt to settle your skipping heartbeat and ground yourself to the present moment, you turn your head, cracking your neck as you brush off his words, not wanting to encourage him anymore. Erik doesn’t take the hint and it isn’t long until you feel a strong hand land on your thigh, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin through the fabric of your dress.

“I love how this dress looks on you,” Erik whispers again, his fingers caressing the silk. “I think I’d like it better if it was on my bedroom floor.”

You once again stiffen in your chair and glance around, eyes jumping between the others sitting at your table. Thankfully, they are distracted by their own conversations that no one has seemed to notice how close Erik has gotten to you. You are grateful for their ignorance, not only for the proximity of your bodies but also the undeniable rise that EJ’s words pull out of you.

“I wish I woke up with you in my arms this morning. We could’ve snuck in a quick fuck before we had to come here,” Erik continues, his hand moving higher on your thigh, calloused fingers dragging the soft material of your dress up.

“Or maybe we would’ve made up an excuse not to come so I could have spent all morning with my head between your thighs. You taste sweeter than anything on this table.”

There is no stopping the pounding of your heart and the rush of heat that pools as Erik’s hand slips underneath your skirt, his warm hands finally coming into contact with the soft skin of your inner thighs, lightly gripping the flesh as his hand continues to sneak closer to your aching core.

“Do you like the sound of that?” he questions, no doubt in response to the heat he can feel radiating from your center. “What if I just took you here, in front of all our friends? Let them know how weak you get for me. How loud you moan for me.”

You force yourself to suppress the full body shudder that runs through your body as Erik’s fingers just barely caress the edge of your underwear. Your thighs instinctively widen to give him more access and you hear the small chuckle that rumbles from him – a sound that you immediately want to smack out of him. He shouldn’t get the satisfaction of pulling this reaction from you.

Two can play at this game.

“You know I love hearing you,” EJ states, his fingers moving again to brush against the front of your core. “But you think you can stay silent for me now?”

Without thinking, one of your hands fly down to grip his wrist, halting his movements and lightly pushing him away from you, his hand retreating to rest on your upper thigh. You look over to him and when your eyes connect to his, you can see the question in his eyes and a twinge of guilt. The worry that he might have taken things too far is painted in his expression but you are quick to silence those fears with a mischievous grin of your own.

There was no hesitation from you when your other hand falls from the tabletop to land on his thigh, squeezing the strong muscle there and your smirk just widens when you hear the small gasp on EJ’s lips.

“Can you?” you ask, hand trailing up, following a very similar path as the one that Erik traced up your own thigh. “Don’t lie to me EJ. You try to act all suave and smooth but really, you just want me to drop to my knees in front of you.”

You can feel his grip on your own thigh tighten as your hand creeps up over the soft material of his dress pants. It isn’t long until your fingertips reach out to barely trace the side of his cock, half hard from both his teasing and yours.

“Does that turn you on baby? The idea of me looking up at you from the pretty tiled floor. You know it would be one way to keep me quiet. But if we were in that position, I don’t think I’d be the one who would struggle staying silent.”

Your words are almost instantly proven as you get bolder and place your hand over his bulge, softly palming him underneath the tablecloth and you smirk as you watch Erik disguise a moan as a cough, reaching out to take a drink of his water. You giggle, your own hand withdrawing to mirror his, resting heavy on the top of his upper thigh.

“Shall we see? Make it a contest? See which one of us can keep their composure at this beautiful charity event while we do the most sinful things in the bathroom?”

The proposal lingers there for a moment before the words truly register with EJ, his head whipping to face you and you can’t stop the genuine laugh that falls from your lips at the eagerness shining in his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Only if you are.”

You watch as Erik’s eyes register the sincerity in your words and those beautiful grey irises dart from your own down to your lips and back again.

“God, I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispers and you can’t stop your heart from softening at his gentle declaration. It is short-live though as the smile on your face twists again, returning to that playful smirk.

“Men’s room. 10 minutes. Then you can kiss me all you want.”  

EJ’s only response is another firm squeeze on your thigh before he is practically bounding out of his seat and you once again have to swallow a giggle at his obvious excitement. Your eyes follow his trek to the back hallway where the bathrooms were located.

You shake your head slightly, taking another drink and reorienting yourself to your surroundings. You make small talk with some of the others at the table before you are politely excusing yourself, your own desire rushing through your body as you follow Erik’s path.

This was a shit idea.

Didn’t stop you from wanting it though.

[formulanni]

Sergio Perez as The Page of Cups:

The Page of Cups can represent the potential for new beginnings, positive experiences, and creative inspiration. This heralds a happy surprise of some kind. The fish that pops out of the cup is a signal that one's unconscious is attempting to make contact, though sometimes one does not understand what is meant to be said.

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