hey lyla !

Surprise Me

Originally posted by samcroimagine

Originally posted by dearsaay

Request: Imagine giving Tig head in the bathroom.

Note: Okay I haven’t edited this at all, so Im sorry if there are mistakes. Also sorry that the ‘backstory’ is shitty, I wrote this in like an hour, plus i wrote the smut part first and then just wanted to post it for you guys 😂 Hope y'all enjoy! xx


(Y/n) (y/l/n) was quiet. She was that quiet, shy girl that always sat in the back of the classroom. You never raised your hand and you’d always worry the teacher would pick you to answer a question. Lyla was the popular one. She was beautiful, confident and everyone loved her. Blond hair, perfect body, and well- she was a pornstar. Of corse all the boys loved her.
Yet she was your best friend and somehow, despite all your differences you got on like a house on fire.
You were nervous when she invited you to a party at SAMCRO.
Of course you wanted to go, God those bikers were sexy as hell, but you were.. you.
You were the quiet one that no one ever talked to, and next to Lyla and her pornstar friends, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.
It’s not that you were ugly.
But you just weren’t.. them.
They wore barely any clothes and you wore jeans and a singlet.
They coated themselves in cheap perfume and spent hours on their make up and you had no idea what the fuck contouring meant.
But you had to suck it up. You wanted to go and you wanted to hang out with your friend and as long as there was eye candy invlolved, you couldn’t really complain.
The party was in full swing when you walked in and you gulped as you eyed the crow eaters dancing around in practically nothing.
“Come oooooon!” Lyla said and dragged you into the crowd.
You sighed and followed your friend.
Seeing all these half naked girls had never made you feel more insecure, in your ripped jeans and black singlet.
At least you had bothered to put on mascara, you thought to yourself.
“(Y/n), this is Opie!” Lyla said and shoved you towards a large biker.
He smiled down at you and you smiled back up at him.
She continued to introduce you to the surrounding guys; Juice, Jax, Tig and Bobby.
“Hey I didn’t know Lyla had friends that weren’t pornstars.” Juice said.
Lyla rolled her eyes.
“How do you know she’s not a pornstar?” Bobby answered.
“I’m full of surprises.” You winked and you all laughed.
Tig watched you closely and you blushed slightly under his gaze.
“Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Lyla said and dragged you to the bar.
An hour or two had passed and you headed for the bathroom.
The night was going well so far, and different from what you had expected.
You had spent the evening sitting with Tig, Bobby Opie and Lyla and you had gotten on well, laughing and talking together.
The clubhouse was packed and you moved through the crowd, brushing shoulders with strangers.
Eventually you made it to the bathroom and you closed the door behind you.
After doing what you came to do you stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands.
Suddenly the door opened behind you and Tig walked in.
He stopped when he saw you and a playful look came over him.
He was sexy, all in leather and God those eyes just did something to you. His hands were masculine and covered in rings and you wanted to know how it felt when they touched you.
He leant against the wall and watched you as you dried your hands.
“You know if you wanted to get me alone you coulda just asked.” He said.
You laughed and turned towards him.
“If I’m not mistaken, you are the one who followed me in here.”
You smirked and wiped your hands in your jeans.
“Something tells me you wanted me to follow you in here.” Tig said and stepped closer to you.
“Is that so?” You asked with a raised eye brow.
Tig reached out and locked the door before stepping towards you once more.
“Mmhmm.” He nodded. He bit his lip and looked you up and down as he closed the gap between you.
You breathed in his scent and your heart began to beat faster.
Before you could more he leant forward and kissed your lips lightly.
“But then again, maybe you’d rather be left alone.”
You didn’t even hesitate. You dropped to your knees and tugged down his jeans, not even bothering with the zipper. Tig had tight black briefs on that were thin enough to make out the shape of his hardening length.
You looked up into those blue eyes, now filled with shock and winked before kissing him through the fabric.
“Oh Jesus.” You heard Tig whisper as he threw his head black and you smirked and ran your tongue along his length, still through the fabric.
The heat from your breath and the saliva from your tongue made the fabric damp and you looked up to meet his eye as your fingered traced inside the waistband.
He stared down at you, his bottom lip between his teeth and those blue eyes sparkling with arousal.
You tugged the briefs down his thighs and let them fall to his ankles, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the full length of him.
Tigs hand reached out and he placed it gently on your cheek. You smirked up at him and moved your head closer.
You slowly licked a trail from base to the head and twirled your tongue around the tip.
Tig gasped and you wrapped your lips around him before taking more of him in your mouth.
Your head moved back and forwards along his length and with each move you took more of him in your mouth.
Tig looked down at you, your cheeks hallowed and your eyes watering as he hit the back of your throat.
But you didn’t gag, you just continued to pull him further into your mouth and Tig moaned in pleasure.
His hands wrapped into your hair, his rings tangling into the strands and he pulled it into a ponytail, guiding you up and down his cock.
You pulled back, letting him leave your mouth with a pop and you licked your lips and gently grabbed his cock with your hand.
You licked along the underside of him and kissed the tip softly.
“Good girl,” Tig moaned and you smirked and licked along his length once more.
He loomed over you, dominant and he had a wild look in his eyes.
He placed his hand under your chin and lifted it til you were looking at him.
He continued to lift, gesturing for you to stand and you obeyed.
You came to your feet and Tig was quick to press his lips against yours.
His hands grasped at your hair, taking it in handfuls and he kissed you hungrily.
You moaned into his mouth which only seemed to make him want you more.
He pulled back from you and licked his lips slowly, his eyes running over your body hungrily.
You felt the slightest pressure on your hips as he placed his fingers there, brushing the cool metal of his rings against the skin between your jeans and your top.
“Are you a good girl?” Tig asked you.
You bit your lip, feeling his fingers move lightly back and forth over your skin.
“I try to be.” You whispered and ran your hands up his chest, and grasped the leather on his shoulders.
He arched his neck and leant towards you and you felt the heat of his breath on your neck.
“I think your a bad girl,” Tig said.
You shivered as you felt his lips trace ever so slightly across the skin of your neck.
He pulled his head back slightly and smirked at you before pressing his lips against yours.
You moaned, letting your mouth open and he slid his tongue inside. The kiss was different to the one before, like you were at his mercy now, like you were his and he slid his hands around you, grabbing your ass and squeezing tightly.
He’s not shy in the way he moves his lips with yours and you taste the cigarettes and whiskey on his tongue.
His pants are still around his ankles and and you can feel his length pressing against you as he pulls you closer to him.
Suddenly he pulls back from you and you bite your lip as he pulls his body away too.
His eyes are filled with lust and he stepped back to look at you.
You lifted your shirt above your shoulders and let it fall to the ground before reaching behind you and unclipping your bra.
Tig stroked himself as you let your bra fall to the floor and his eyes burnt into your bare chest.
He steps closer to you once more, looming over you all black leather and he reaches out and grabs the back of your neck. His movement was rough but gentle enough to not hurt you and you almost whimpered at his touch.
Your fingers tangled in his black curls and you felt his hands explode your breasts.
He squeezed your breasts and took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently before massaging them once more.
He’s kissing you with such force that you stumble backwards slightly til you feel yourself hit the sink.
Tig ripped his lips away from yours and kissed down your neck, sucking hungrily at the skin and you moaned as he nipped gently, leaving a trail of bruises along your collar bone.
He lowered his mouth and sucked at your breast, making you gasp.
His hips pressed into you, his erection pressing against your abdomen and you lifted yourself up slightly so you were sitting on the edge of the counter.
You moan at the touch of his tongue licking over your hardened nipples and you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.
You grasp at his hair, tugging gently at the black curls and he digs his fingers into your hips.
Your pussy was wet for him, dampening your panties and you ground your hips, letting the fabric of your jeans run against him.
Tig growled and pulled back from your breasts.
His fingers grabbed at your jeans and he tugged them down your body. He eyed the red panties covering your pussy and he licked his lips. He moved to stand between your legs once more and you wrapped them around him and grabbed at his leather, pulling his lips to yours.
Tig ran his hand between your bodies and you feel his thumb run against your clit through the fabric.
A load moan left your lips and suddenly the hand that was on your pussy is pressed to your mouth.
“Keep it down,” He ordered.
You nodded and he lifted his hand and stroked your cheek gently.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He asked you and he pressed his erection against your inner thigh.
You bit your lip, fighting the moan wanting to escape you and nodded.
His hand traced your cheek and his tongue stroked your lips gently.
You wrapped your mouth around his thumb and sucked gently.
Tig growled and moved his free hand down to his pussy, leaving his thumb in your mouth.
He traced along your slit and you whimpered slightly.
He met your gaze and you stared into them as he rubbed your clit through your panties slowly.
“That feel good?” He asked you.
His finger slid beneath the fabric and between your folds, feeling your wetness and you moaned against his thumb in your mouth and nodded.
He pulled his hand away from your face and pushed your legs open wider, his eyes looking hungrily at your pussy.
Gently he lifted your panties and pushed them to the side, exposing your wetness to him.
Tig licked his lips and ran his finger through your folds once more.
You whimpered slightly as his fingers ran over your clit and back to your core and he teased you with his fingertips.
He stares at your pussy in awe before sinking to his knees before you.
His lips kissed your folds softly and you moaned as you felt his tongue slide between them.
His tongue circled your clit and you bit your lip, fighting the moans that threatened to escape you.
He licked at you hungrily and slid a finger inside you.
You could feel him moan against your clit, causing vibrations on his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure as he pumped his finger inside of you.
You grabbed at his hair, holding him to you and you moved your hips slowly back and forth, grinding yourself against his lips.
Another finger slid inside you and he pumped ten expertly, rubbing against your g spot with each move.
His tongue ran laps around your clit and heat began to build within you.
“Tiggy!” You moaned as you felt yourself reaching the edge.
Tig growled and moved his tongue faster, pumped his fingers faster and you squirmed, tugging gently at his hair.
You moaned again and suddenly you were trembling, waves of ecstasy floating over you as you come. Tig lapped at your juices, his fingers still pumping inside you and your legs shook.
He let you ride out your high, his tongue lapping up all of you and slowly he pulled back from you and licked his lips.
You were panting and he stood and kissed you gently, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
You met his eye and you gulped at the hunger and lust that filled his gaze. He was no where near finished with you.
He pulled you off the sink and turned you around, making you look at yourself in the mirror.
You bit your lip and looked at your reddened cheeks, your ruffled hair and your almost naked body.
Tig pressed himself against your back and massaged your breasts as he kissed your neck roughly.
You closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting him take control of you.
His cock pressed against your ass and you knew he must be desperate to come now.
His hands left your breasts and trailed down your hips and he reached between the two of you and squeezed your ass cheeks, separating them slightly. He pulled down your panties and let them fall to your ankles.
You laid your hands on the edge of the sink and leant forward slightly, letting him see more of your ass.
Tig growled and slapped your cheek hard making you gasp.
He rubbed the reddening skin before slapping it once more but this time you moaned.
You felt his hand cup your pussy and you bit your lip.
“This pussy is mine now.” He growled and you nodded.
“It’s all yours Tiggy.”
He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it against your entrance, circling it slowly.
“So wet for me, baby girl.”
You moaned and arched your back, pushing your ass towards him.
Tig smirked and pushed himself into you slowly.
A low moan left your lips as his length slid inside you slowly, stretching you.
He pulls back slowly and enters you once more and you arched your back once more.
Tig grasped your hips and pushed himself further into you.
You whine as he leaves you and you hear him chuckle slightly behind you.
Suddenly he pushed into you once more, harder than before and he leaves you breathless.
Your knuckles are white as you clutch at the sink and he pounds into you relentlessly.
Moans leave your lips as he slaps against you and you can feel your juices running down your thighs.
“Your so tight for me baby,” Tig growls.
You whined and arched your back and his hand leaves your hips and he gently wraps it around your throat.
He meets your eye in the mirror and you nod, allowing him to squeeze your throat tighter as he fucks you hard.
His thrusts pound into you and he moves his free hand between your legs.
His fingers rubs circles at your clit and his cock slams into you even harder.
You moan at the double sensation and Tig squeezed your neck tighter.
“You gonna come for me babygirl?” Tig breathed in your ear.
His grip on your throats loosened and you moaned as he rubbed at your clit faster.
“Fuck! Tig!” You moaned.
He slammed into you harder.
“You gonna come all over my cock?” He growled.
He continues to slam inside of you and he rubs at you.
“I wanna feel you come on my cock baby girl.” Tig growled in your ear.
His hand moved back to your neck and squeezed gently.
You grip the hand between your legs, but he keeps rubbing and rubbing and a loud moan leaves your lips.
Your body trembles and your walls clench around him and you feel yourself become wetter.
Your still coming as he finishes fucking you and he slams into you once more before he releases himself, filling you with his heat and he bites into your shoulder with a groan.
He comes down slowly, your breaths mingling as he rests his head against your back.
Your legs are still trembling and you clutch at the sink to keep your balance.
He pulls out of you and you dress yourselves in silence.
Once you’ve pulled your shirt back on you lean against the wall and stare at the ceiling, somehow still breathless.
Tig stands in front of you and he placed a hand either side of you in the wall.
You lower your gaze from the ceiling to meet his eye and you blush slightly.
His blue eyes shine as they look at you with adoration and he runs his hand over his face.
“You really are full of surprises.”

Chibs’ Birthday

A @samperv challenge: Its Chibs’ birthday.

“Good morning handsome,” you smiled as you walked into the bedroom you shared with your old man. He stretched, groaning as he sat up and smiled at you.

“G’mornin’ love,” Chibs mumbled back to you, pulling you down onto the bed with him and kissing you, “You know what today is…” he trailed off, his hands wrapping around your back and dipping into your pajama bottoms.

“Mhmm,” you cooed, sitting up, “but I have something else for you, something better,” you grinned.

Chibs’ eyebrows raised, “I dunno if there’s anything better than this,” he spoke, patting your butt, causing you to chuckle.

“Just get dressed and meet me downstairs, birthday boy,” you winked, getting up from the bed and walking out of the room.

You had a big day planned for your old man; a scavenger hunt that went all around Charming and ended with his birthday gift, something you’d been saving up for since you got married to the Scotsman three and a half years ago. Quietly, you stuck the envelope with the first clue on the front door and snuck out to your car, quietly backing out of the driveway and heading to TM where you would patiently wait until Filip ended his hunt.

“Love, I’m thinking of calling Tig and having him handle things today so we can stay home and…” Chibs paused as he reached the bottom of the stairs, not seeing you in the living room or kitchen, “…(Y/N)?” he called but received no response. He called to you one more time before he walked past the front door, noticing the envelope taped to it and he smirked, pulling it off and opening it to reveal a short letter you had typed for him.

Happy Birthday, sweetie!
I have a big surprise for you today! But first, I need you to stop by the place we first met and pick up another envelope. Love you!

“Shite,” Chibs breathed, “It must be a good gift if she’s testing me,” he chuckled, grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter and heading out the door.
First stop, the Diner on Main Street.

Chibs backed his bike against the curb and stepped off his bike, pulling his helmet off and setting it on the seat. He slicked his hair back with both hands and eyed the storefront before him.

“Mornin’,” a voice pulled Chibs’ gaze away from the restaurant and he turned to see one of the waitresses approaching him, “(Y/N) said you’d be coming by this morning and asked me to give you this,” she shrugged, holding out a white envelope for him to take.

“Thanks, darlin’,” Chibs winked, grasping the clue as the small woman turned to walk back inside.

Chibs pulled the letter out and read it.

You got the first clue! Only a few more before you get your gift…
The next place I need you to go is where we went after the diner closed on the first night we met.
Have fun, babe!

Chibs stuck the clue in his vest and mounted his bike. He knew where the next clue was.

“Man I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to get here,” Tig smirked as he met Chibs in his driveway.

“Aye, the lass is testing my memory. She sent me to the diner because its where we first met, now here to your house because we came back here after the diner with you and Venus that night,” Chibs held his hand out to Tig, waiting for the envelope. Tig placed it, torn open, in his brother’s palm and Chibs looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I got curious, man. She wouldn’t tell me what it said so I looked. I couldn’t help myself,” Tig chuckled, “And if you don’t know where to go next, I can help ya.”
Chibs huffed shaking his head in mock-disgust, “Thanks Tiggy.”

“You bet brother.”

Chibs walked back to his bike and sat on the seat to read the clue.

If my guess is correct, you’ll be the second person to read this clue. I know Tig won’t be able to resist reading it. I guess I can’t be too upset with him, if it wasn’t for him and my best friend, Venus, I would’ve never met you!
The last clue is where the spent the night after our first date.
You’re so close!

“Jesus Christ,” Chibs groaned, “Really, (Y/N)?” he muttered to himself as he shoved the paper in his vest and started his bike.

He never really had a reason to come here, unless he was being forced of course, but leave it to his wife to make him go to the police station as part of his birthday.

“Hey Filip,” Deputy Eglee smiled as he stepped in the front door.
“Good morning, officer,” Chibs forced a smile as he approached her, “You wouldn’t happen to have something for me from (Y/N), would you?”

“Actually, I don’t, but I think I overheard Lyla Winston in the waiting area saying she was expecting you to come by” she smiled, patting him on the arm, “Have a good day.”
“You too,” he spoke as he approached the waiting room to see Lyla sitting there.

“Hey!” Lyla beamed as he walked up. She stood, giving him a firm hug and patting his back, “Happy Birthday,” she whispered.
“Thanks sweetheart,” he responded, stepping back and looking at her, “I assume ye have something for me?” he asked.

“I sure do!” she pulled an envelope from her purse and handed it over to him, “I’ll see you later,” she smiled sweetly as he nodded to her and they both walked out of the police station.


Who would’ve thought that having sex outside the clubhouse after our first date was illegal? Haha…
If I’m honest, I think Althea just hated seeing us together. That’s probably why we spent the night in the drunk tank. Those were good times…

Alright I think you’re ready for your gift, love. 
It’s waiting for you where we got married!

See you soon

Chibs chuckled as he pulled up at the clubhouse. Lyla had managed to beat him somehow, crossing the parking lot in front of him as he backed his bike up to park.

He stepped into the clubhouse to find all his brothers, their women, and his woman, waiting for him.

“Happy Birthday!” everyone shouted as he walked inside.

You were smiling from ear to ear when you stepped forward, flinging your arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

“Hey darlin’,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against your ear, kissing you there before pulling you back and placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “You sent your Old Man all over Charming this morning,” he smiled, holding your waist.

You flashed a huge smile as you nodded, “I sure did, but I think you’ll say it was definitely worth it in just a minute.”

Happy stepped forward handing him a beer as you took his hand and pulled him back out of the clubhouse door and towards the garage.

“My gift is in the garage?” he asked as everyone walked towards one of the four large bay doors.

You smiled sweetly as you stopped, releasing his hand, “Wait here,” you ordered, walking forward and knocking on the garage door before returning to his side.

“Love, what are you–?” he began asking, but his question was cut short when the door started rolling up and his attention focused back in front of him. When it was fully opened, one of the TM  mechanics stepped aside to reveal his present, and Chibs’ draw dropped.

Inside the garage was a brand new bike.

A 2016 Dyna Wide Glide with wrapped exhaust, SoA decals on the tank, and a custom hand-tooled leather seat with the St. Andrew’s cross stitched in.

“Holy shite, (Y/N).” he gasped.

“Do you like it?” you asked, beaming up at him as he stared at you in awe.

“Like it? I love it, baby!” He pulled you to him and kissed you deeply, amongst a chorus of hoops and hollers from his friends, “Thank you, (Y/N).” He spoke sincerely.

“Come on! Test out the new ride!” Tig yelled, and the rest of the party agreed, clapping and cheering. 

“What do ya say, love? Wanna test it out with me?” Chibs grinned, squeezing your hand.
“You bet I do!” You chuckled, following him to his new bike.

Andre Burakovsky #9

Requested by Anon: Can you please write an Andre Burakovsky imagine where your TJ oshies little sister and you and Andre take care of Layla and Leni. [Here it is! Enjoy!:)]

Word count: 816

Originally posted by welbecks

The box of doughnuts felt heavy on your hand. Truthfully, it’s not heavy, it’s just a normal box of a dozen doughnuts but you already know TJ would bite your head off for bringing that much sugar at nine in the morning.

You barely knocked on the door before it swung open, revealing the two smiling heads of TJ and Lauren.

Your boyfriend, who’s been silent up until this point, chuckled, “wow, you’re not wasting time guys.”

Keep reading


“I waited for a thousand years for you to come and blow me out my mind”

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

A/N: Request for anon. Juice imagine where his girlfriend says ‘I love you’ for the first time, but she’s drunk. I hope you enjoy!

Juice looked in awe as his girlfriend appeared from their bedroom, Tara and Lyla in tow. They were taking her out that night for a girl’s evening and had worked their magic on her. She looked stunning.
“You sure you don’t just wanna stay here?” Juice asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and admiring her.
“No way, we’re going for a girl’s night and we’re gonna drink and dance until we drop.” Tara replied.
“I promise I won’t get too silly so when I come home we can have fun.” Claire replied, kissing him.
That morning, Claire had confessed she was a little worried about going out and drinking. Tara and Lyla could hold their drink, but she had never really gotten drunk before.
“What if I’m one of those idiot drunks? What if I make a fool of myself, or the girls?”
Juice placed a hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“You’re gonna be fine. You’ll have loads of fun, and the girls will look after you. If you need me to, I’ll come pick you up. Whatever time, whatever place, you just call. Enjoy yourself, have fun.”
The reassurance had gotten her through the day, even allowing her to be excited and by the time the girls came over to help her get ready, she was keen to get going.
“Have fun, call if you need anything.” Juice said to the girls as they were leaving to get in the cab.
Pulling Lyla and Tara aside, he asked them to look after her.
“Of course, she’ll come home in one piece.” Lyla replied, and with that, they were in the taxi and gone.

Settling in for a quiet night of video games, Juice was about to start playing when his phone alerted him to a text.

Claire: [Hey babe! Having so much fun, dancing like crazy! Miss you x]

Juice smiled when he read the message, grinning wider when he saw the picture Claire had attached. It was off all three girls, laughing and smiling.

Juice: [Miss you too, glad you’re having fun xx]

A couple of hours passed and he’d gotten into his game of COD. His phone went off again.

Claire: [Baby@ i love this drunk! My feet hurt from dancing but it’s funk]

He was about to reply when a picture came through. Claire was sipping on a brightly coloured cocktail that looked like a unicorn had made it. Juice chuckled at her pink cheeks and wild eyes.
More time passed. Midnight rolled around. Juice was still on the couch watching a movie, waiting up for Claire.
“Hey, Lyla, everything okay?” He asked when his phone rang.
“Hey, Juice! You should come down! It’s all happening down here!” Lyla yelled back over the music between giggles.
“Is everyone okay? Claire okay?”
“Oh, she’s more than okay. You gotta see this in person! Go pick up Ope and Jax, they’re waiting at the clubhouse for you.” She hung up before he could respond.
Juice got up from the couch and got dressed. He drove Claire’s car to the clubhouse and then to Stockton, to the place they had said they would be at. Walking into the club, it was packed, people drinking and dancing on every flat surface.
The boys looked around for their ladies, scanning the room.
Juice recognised Claire’s voice, louder than she normally was. She was kneeling on a barstool at a table near the bar, waving to him.
Juice grinned, walking over to the girls and a bunch of guys that had joined them. He went straight for Claire, helping her down from the stool.
“Everything okay? Having fun?” Juice asked, unable to keep from smiling at how happy Claire was that he was there.
“Loads of fun! I was just telling these guys all about you!”
The guys took one look at the men in kuttes and hastily excused themselves.
“Aw, I was just gonna tell them all about the time you came and looked after me when I was sick.”
They all laughed at her, Juice with an amused but confused expression on his face, looking to a giggling Lyla and Tara for an explanation.
“These guys came and sat down, trying to hit on us, even though we said we were taken. So Claire pulls out her phone and opens up her photos, showing them pictures of me with Jax and Lyla with Opie, telling them all about the guys.” Tara said.
“They wouldn’t believe us when we said we were taken, I thought if I showed them pictures maybe they’d go away.” Claire said, slurring a little and blushing.
She told them she was going to get them drinks, and Tara went with her.
“The best bit was when she got to pictures of you, I’m so sad you guys missed it. Lucky for you, I recorded it.” Lyla said, grabbing her phone.
She began to play a video. It was Claire seated between two of the guys that had left, and she was swiping through pictures.
“This is my boyfriend, Juice! Isn’t he beautiful? He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. We’ve been together for eight months now, isn’t he great?”
Lyla and Tara’s muffled laughter could be heard in the video as Claire continued gushing about all of Juice’s amazing attributes. Juice could see the guys getting more and more awkward as Claire continued, trying to make a break.
“He takes real good care of me, I just love him so much.”
Juice looked up to see Tara and Claire had returned.
“Oh, did you get to the bit where she said-” Tara asked.
“Yup.” Lyla said, excited smirks lighting up their faces.
“Whatcha guys watching?” Claire asked, face covered in innocence.
“I’ll show you tomorrow, babe.” Lyla replied.
“Okay! Wanna go dance again?”
The girls made their way out on to the dance floor.
“She looooooves you!” Jax teased.
“She’s drunk!” Juice laughed.
“She ain’t that drink.” Opie smirked.

“Let’s get you inside.”
It was very early in the morning when Juice and Claire finally got home. They’d dropped the others off and it was 3am when they stumbled to the front door.
Dropping her shoes by the door, Claire slowly stepped down the hall to the bathroom.
Trying and failing miserably to unzip her dress, Juice assisted, helping her put on one of her favourite shirts of his.
“Don’t forget to wipe the make up off, Juicy.” Claire said, seated on the toilet.
Grabbing some wipes from the cabinet, he knelt before her, gently wiping away the makeup.
Claire watched him, glassy eyed, lazy smile other face.
“I love you, Juice.”
“You still gonna be saying that when you wake up?” Juice joked, chuckling.
“’Course I am. I love you when I’m drunk and… not drunk.”
“I love you when you’re drunk and not drunk, too.” Juice replied.
He threw the wipe in the bin and picked Claire up, taking her to bed. They cuddled up close, Juice falling to sleep with the hope that she really did love him.
He was woken by his phone ringing later that morning, being called in to the clubhouse. Slipping out of bed, he left a glass of water for Claire on the bedside table with a note to meet him there when she woke up.
Coming out of chapel, he found Claire and the girls sitting out on one of the picnic tables, watching something on Lyla’s phone.
Juice stayed at the front door, waiting to see Claire’s reaction.
“Oh my God, I’m such a terrible drunk!” She exclaimed.
“No way! You were so great with those guys, and it was so cute!” Lyla said.
“We should definitely do that again.” Tara agreed.
“Did I actually say I loved him? Aw man, trust me to go saying it the first time when I’m drunk.”
“And the second time, and the third.” Juice chuckled, walking over to them.
“I didn’t.”
Lyla and Tara walked inside, leaving Juice and Claire to talk.
Juice sat down next to Claire, straddling the seat. She’d buried her head in her hands.
“You did.”
“I meant it! I mean it. I just didn’t want to say it for the first time drunk.”
“I love you, drunk and not drunk.” Juice mirrored her words from earlier that morning.
“I said that too, didn’t I? Well I do. I love you drunk and not drunk.”
Juice pulled her close, wrapping her legs around his hips, kissing her softly.

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Do You Hate Me? (Part 2/?)

Originally posted by kaisanity

A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! I was really excited to wrote this fanfic somehow lmao. Anyway, this story is completely adapted from my life, if there’s any similarity, I’ll apologize in advance. A little bit cliche i know lmao, but this is totally what happened. Anyway, if any of you want to be tagged, please do tell me!. Love you all! Enjoy reading!

Summary: (y/n) and Park Chanyeol used to be friends, chat with each other, until one day, he keeps ignoring her, what could possibly happened between them?

Warning: idk, a mix of fluff and angst, ALSO I CURSED A LOT IN THIS PART, if you’re uncomfortable, you can back away (as usual, grammar mistakes and bad english ugh)

Park Chanyeol x Female Readers

High school AU

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

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Short prompts #10, 11, 12

Originally posted by lolsthecatgifs

Originally posted by couplenotes

Juice Ortiz 10. “Does he know about the baby?” 11. “I love you, more than anything” 12. “I can’t live without you”
Requested by @homicidalteenagedream
A/N: sooo much fluff❣️ Not My Gifs

You were driving to your best friend Lyla house, you glanced down at the passenger seat and see the positive pregnancy test. You were scared as shit. You didn’t know if Juice was ready for a kid, you guys wanted a family in the future. You pull into her driveway and see Opie outside.
“Hey y/n!” Opie says, greeting you with a hug. “You don’t look okay, are you okay?” Opie questioned me, you shook your head and practically ran inside. You found Lyla in the kitchen cooking.
“Hey girl” Lyla says as she walks toward me, once she hugged you, you started crying. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Lyla asks, pulling me in for a bigger hug. “Layla I’m pregnant” you whisper.
“Does he know about the baby?” Lyla asks, you nodded your head no. “Well, i for one am excited my best friend will be having her first baby! Aka my god child” Lyla says giving me another reassuring hug. Opie walked in as I sat down, wiping the tears from my face.
Later that night you were taking a nice long hot bubble bath. You started the water and poured the bubbles you, you started playing your favorite pandora radio station. You didn’t hear the sound of Juice bike pulling into the garage.
“Babe!?” You heard Juice yell, the sounds of his boots stomping up the stairs. “In the bathroom baby” you respond back. Juice appears in the doorway and looks worried.
“Opie…Opie said you were seeing Lyla and you were crying. Are you okay?” Juice asks me, worry filling his eyes. You shook your head, Opie only did it because he cares.
“Juice…we’re having a baby” I say to him, he stays quite for a moment before a smiling spreading across his face. “Are you serious?” He asks with excitement, you nodded your head yes and he placed the biggest kiss on your lips.
I love you more than anything” juice whispers to you before kissing your lips. “I can’t live without you baby” you respond back, happiness filling your heart.

Fic: Room in your Heart for More Ch. 6

Hi all! I am simply blown away by all the great comments this story has been getting. They made me smile so much.

Sorry for the unexpected angst at the end of the last chapter. I PROMISE this story will end with so much fluff that your teeth will rot. We just have to get there first. Hang in there, gang. :) Here’s the new chapter - you can read it on Ao3 or below. Let me know what you think! 

Chapter 6 - Where is Felicity?

Oliver paced the narrow hallway of his home, clenching his fists. It had been several hours since he had reported Felicity missing to Detective Lance, and there was still no news. They had found her car abandoned about a mile from the courthouse – but no other leads since then.

William and Lizzie were in the kitchen eating dinner. Donna had come over too, saying that they needed to stick together as a family right now. Although she kept up her chipper attitude around the kids, Oliver could see the worry in her eyes. The two of them were taking turns spending time with the kids while the other one went in another room to freak out. The system had worked out well.

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The Drug In Me Is You (Bughead) Pt. 1

Summary: Betty Cooper went to the Two Crows Nightclub after she caught her longtime boyfriend, Archie Andrews, cheating on her. She expected to get so wasted she would puke up her guts, but what she didn’t expect, was to be sexually harassed by an unnamed man, and saved by a beanie-clad troublemaker.

Betty Cooper downed all of her shots even faster yet, eyes closed and head thrown back. She sighed as she set her last one down. Her meadow green eyes scanned the bar, searching for the bartender. She found him sliding a dark drink to a man with a band T-shirt. She waved her hand in the air sloppily. “Gonna need some more over here,” She said in a not-so-clear-but-also-not-slurred voice. She wasn’t drunk enough yet. She could still think about what happened, and she wanted to do anything else but that.

The bartender grimaced. “We’re going to have to cut you off, Miss. You’ve had too many,” He explained apologetically. She scoffed, but looked away. She drummed her fingers on the wood of the bar, mind wandering back to what she had witnessed only hours ago.

She opened the door to her apartment, bags of food in hand and grin on her face. “Arch?” She called into the darkness of her living room. Her hands slid against the wall, searching for the light switch. “Archie?” She called again as light filled the room. No response.

She dropped the bags for a moment to untie her hair. It fell in waves to her shoulders and she messed with it for a moment, trying to relieve her scalp of the headache caused by the tight hairstyle. She was glad to be back home. It had been a hard day at work. There were so many stories at once. Missing kid, murder of an elderly man, rape of a teenage girl. It made her feel sick. What kind of world did they live in?

She slid off her grey jacket and tossed it onto the couch. She unbuttoned the first couple of buttons to her white blouse, as it had previously been up to her neck, and kicked off her black heels. She picked up the bags from their favorite Chinese restaurant, excited to show him that she had surprised him with food and hoping he hadn’t eaten yet. She had decided he must have been sleeping as she came closer to their bedroom. Otherwise he would have responded to her constant calls.

“Archie?” She whispered as she slowly opened the door, trying not to wake up her boyfriend too aggressively. That’s caring Betty Cooper for you. She always put him before her. Whatever Archie wanted, Archie got. Perhaps all the work she put into having a perfect relationship was all for nothing. Everyone knew how undeserving of Betty’s loving treatment Archie was. The sweet girl stayed oblivious to the whispering, but there was always an nagging little voice in the back of her head that had similar words to her friends. “Archie doesn’t love you as much as you love him, Betty. This relationship is toxic, Betty. Leave him, Betty.” But she ignored it.

Until now. The food crashed to the ground, spilling rice and chicken onto the soft grey carpet. For there, in the bed she shared with Archie, was the red headed boy with Veronica Lodge on top of him. They both turned around as soon as she opened the door. Veronica and Betty gasped while Archie stayed in stunned silence. The blonde girl grabbed onto the doorframe to steady herself.

“Archie? Veronica?” The blond girl asked. She knew it was them, of course, but she was hoping she was wrong. Maybe this was a dream. She didn’“t just walk in on her bestfriend and boyfriend having sex, right? Betty, oh my god, wait.” Veronica panicked, pulling the sheets over her exposed body and tumbling off of Archie.

“Betty, let me explain,” Archie begged, following Veronica’s lead. Betty felt the blood rushing from her neck to her cheeks. “I don’t think this requires explaining, Archie Andrews. What’s happening her looks pretty obvious to me,” She fumed. “Well…” He trailed off, racking his brain for an excuse. He sighed. “Yeah, I got nothing.” Betty felt something snap.

“I’m going to castrate you Archibald!” Betty screamed. “Get out!” She screeched at the trembling Lodge. “Betty-” She tried and failed to negotiate with the hurt girl. “Get out!” She shouted again, throwing Veronica’s dress at her.

She obeyed, pulling her clothes on as quick as lightening, scared the enraged Betty was going to murder her like she almost murdered Chuck, but this time, there would be no one to stop her. Betty glared at her as she walked through the doorway. She rushed out of the apartment without another word, knowing trying to apologize would just make things worse.

She marched towards her wardrobe, pulling out the most club-ish clothes she could find. “Betty, where are you going?” Her oblivious boyfriend dared to speak. Her head snapped in his direction. “Out! Don’t wait up,” She screeched, and with that, she was out the door.

She had changed in the Uber to the Two Crows Nightclub with intentions of getting so drunk she couldn’t think straight. She didn’t want to think anymore. She just wanted to drown in alcohol, so that’s what she was going to do.

She was pulled out of her reverie was a raspy voice. “Hey there, hot stuff.” it said. She rolled her eyes, looking towards the source of the noise. “Not interested,” She said, turning her attention away from him. “Playing hard to get? Sexy. I like feisty ones,” He purred. Betty leaned away from him. “Get lost, buddy,” She growled.

He took her trying to get away as an opportunity to lean closer to her. Now she could smell his breath. He reeked of stale tobacco and whiskey. She gagged. He was probably around her age, 22. Perhaps a bit older. His skin showed signs of aging though. His skin stretched over his cheek bones, making him resemble a skeleton. His teeth were yellow and crooked and he had tattoos from his wrists to the top of his neck. He was the epitome of a creep.

“Let’s get outta here. Wanna go back to my place or yours? Or we could book a motel. That way we could be as sloppy as we want and not have to worry about the mess,” He whispered in her ear, already starting to pull her up by her waist. She writhed in his grasp. “No,” She said, trying to wriggle away, but he was too strong.

“It’s fine,” He assured her, “People have sex all the time. It’s nothin’.” Her heart beat quickened and her pulse started racing. “I don’t want to have sex with you, pig. Let go of me right now,” She said, her voice shaking with fear. He acted as if she hadn’t even spoke.

She was drunk enough to comprehend what was happening, but she wasn’t sober enough to think of a good solution, let alone trying to free herself from his inked arms. She hoped for a miracle, otherwise this night was going to be a catastrophe. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, this would all have been a dream. Nightmare, rather. She hoped that Archie hadn’t cheated on her. She hoped that her best friend hadn’t just betrayed her. She hoped that she wasn’t being sexually harassed.

She regretted wearing the little black dress Kevin had insisted she buy. The one with the lace on the top, the neck so low that it showed half of her stomach, and the skirt only going mid-thigh. He wouldn’t have noticed her if she had been wearing one of her usual pink sweaters and jeans. She would have faded away standing next to the other girls at the bar.

She opened her eyes finally and was surprised to find she was sitting on the same barstool the man had tried to drag her off of. The man was still there, but now he was look at something in the distance. She didn’t know when his pulling had come to a halt, but he hadn’t let go of her waist yet. She was still grateful, though.

She didn’t know why he had stopped until she turned around, following the creep’s line of vision. There was a boy about her age, running towards them with a bottle of vodka in his hand. “Hey, Lyla! I’m so sorry I took so long. Took me forever to find this.” He grinned, waving the bottle in the air. Betty was confused and captivated. Confused because her name wasn’t Lyla, but captivated because of his beauty.

He was stunning. Breathtaking, even. He had soft-looking raven hair and icy blue eyes. His jawline alone looked like it could cut an apple and it seemed as if if you touched his Adam’s apple, you would need stitches. He wore a black leather jacket and a toothpick hung lazily between his lips.

All of a sudden, he looked aggravated. “You’re not going to leave me here for him, are you? I thought we were going to have a night out together,” He pouted. Then it clicked. She smiled a small smile. At least not everyone was awful. Maybe this night would get better.

“Of course not, Eric,” She said. The attractive boy looked at the sinister man. “You can leave now,” He barked. The man looked to Betty, then to ‘Eric.’ “Now,” The latter repeated. The coward of a man scampered off, tail between his legs like a scared puppy. Betty sighed with relief.

“Thank you so much,” She said sincerely. “It was no problem. It saw him grabbing at you and did what any decent human would do.” He frowned. “Are you okay?” He stepped closer to her. She didn’t flinch like she did when the other stranger got closer to her. “I’m okay. Just a bit weirded out. What’s your name?” Betty inquired. “Jughead Jones,” He said with an outstretched hand. Betty took it and shook it with a genuine smile curving on her lips. “Well, Jughead Jones, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Betty Cooper.”


The Edge of Seventeen tag
by @lovelyyysims

original poster + rules here
My founder Lyla Sumner as a teen! I haven’t made any posts on my blog about my legacy other than showing her off. So when i was tagged by @montysims i thought hey! why not use Lyla.
Lyla at 17 was a goodhearted sim who was and still is very clumsy. She wasn’t much of a girly girl but she did love to get dressed up when she wasn’t out hiking, camping, and causing mischief with her friends. Lyla was always a free spirit, she never let anyone tell her she couldn’t do anything. She loves interacting with people and always wants to help in anyway she can, that’s why she decided when she grew up she wanted to be a Politician.
At prom Lyla didn’t have a date not because no one wanted to go with her but she would have rather went with her friends then worry about if a guy was going to stand her up or step on her feet while dancing. As for prom queen, she didn’t win but one of her best friends did and rather than be jealous like most other girls at prom. She celebrated her friends victory with her and showered her with love and support.

I tag @madeyesims @edgypandasimmer @midnightberry + whoever else wants to do this!


“Heard your old lady’s gonna get to go home tomorrow,” Opie nodded over to Kozik from on top of his bike.

“Yeah,” Kozik smiled, pulling on his gloves, “you and the family are coming to the thing at the house right?”

“We’ll be there, Gemma would snatch off my beard if we don’t show.”

They both laughed.

“Yeah,” Kozik sighed, “she probably would.”

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Imagine being friends with Lyla and her helping hook you up with Jax.

Originally posted by mr-blunt-aniston

Originally posted by kingjaxteller

(Just because I freaking love Lyla.)

“Hey guys, it’s time to eat.” Lyla said as she came into the room Jax was sitting in chilling with Opie and a few of the other guys.

“Thanks babe.” Opie told her with a grin. A few minutes later they joined everyone in the dining room. That’s when Jax saw you. He hated cliches, but in that moment he knew he wanted you and just had to have you. The next day when Opie went to stop by the studio Jax came with him.

“Hey boys what are you up to?” Lyla asked when she saw them.

“Just wanted to come check in. That and Jax wanted to ask about that friend of yours that was over last night.” Opie told her with a kiss.

“I wish I could say I was surprised, but you weren’t exactly subtle. Plus I asked her to come because you thought you two would be good together.” She chuckled. “Which means, I’m way a head of you. By the way she thought you were hot.” She added as she handed Jax of slip of paper with your name and number written on it.

“Thank you. You’re an angel.” Jax told her as he kissed her head.

“Yeah yeah. Just be good to you or you answer to me.” She told him.

“Yes ma’am.” He laughed.

Happy Strong Smut, NSFW

“Imagine being Happy’s old lady and both of you are at a clubhouse party on a Friday night after a long week of work and Happy sees a prospect from another charter flirting with you and he takes out his frustration on you in the bathroom. Make it long?" 

Thanks for the request, doll♥

"Clubhouse party tonight, be there or be square lol.” You giggled as you read Juice’s text. This was a definate need, a night out after this weeks work, your boss has been making your life a living hell lately, ‘only a few more months’ you thought to yourself. You just needed enough for the house you’ve been eyeing.
You’ve been dating Happy for about a year and a half now, he’s given you his crow and both of you have been completely in love. Of course, there are the fights but those blow over after both of your stubborn asses given up. He’s the only one who knows how to calm you down and the same with him, you’re the only one whos gotten him to give a man a second chance at life rather than ending up being a new smile on his stomach. You’re his old lady, and he’s your old man.
“Y/N!” Happy yelled from the front door, “yeah, Hap?” you called from the bathroom while you finish straightening your hair,
“you almost done? It starts in 20.”
“Yeah, babe, let me change.” You said as you coiled up the cord and headed into your room.
It’s getting colder outside so you decided to wear a dark red form fitting knit dress with some black tights, a black denim jacket and some black 4 inch ankle boots. You finished up with some mascara and lip gloss, and grabbed your phone.
“Ready, old man!” You walked down the hall to see your old man sitting on the couch.
“God damn, my favorite dress. You look beautiful, little girl.” he said while getting up. He hugged you tightly while grabbing your ass, “Happy! Wait till tonight.” You winked, “Time better fly.”
You both walked outside and Hap handed you your helmet, then rode off to TM.
~~~~~20 MINUTES LATER~~~~~
You could hear the music from two blocks away, when you and Happy pulled up on his bike, there were croweaters everywhere, of course. Then you looked towards the center and you saw the rest of the guys along with their Old Ladies and some prospects. Every one was either drunk, high, or both.
Happy had his arm around your waist as you both walked into the clubhouse.
“Hap!” Juice yelled with a beer in his hand, he was surrounded by the rest of the guys.
“What’s up, brothers!” Happy went with you to greet them.
“Hey, lass” Chibs hugged you, “Hey, doll face.” Tig also said, you gave them all hugs and greeted each one of them.
You found Gemma and Lyla next to the pool table and you made your way over there.
“Hey, baby” Gemma hugged you, “Hey Gem, hi, Lyla.” “Hi, Y/N” she said while giving you a warm hug.
“Having a good time?” you asked, “yeah, I’m just keeping an eye on Clay, there’s god damn croweaters everywhere tonight.” Gemma said while winking at Clay. After Gemma caught Clay with another croweater a few months ago, she’s been watching him like a hawk, not letting him out of her sight while she’s near him.
“Opie’s been getting jealous tonight, he’s scared off a few prospects and random assholes.” Layla said while taking a sip of her beer. Opie’s height alone would intimidate anyone, shoot.
As the night has progressed, you went over to the bar to talk to Juice’s drunken self for awhile until Chibs had to take him to his dorm because he was starting to get sick. “Chucky, could I get some orange juice and vodka?” You were feeling a bit lonely because Happy was spending time with his brothers, but it’s good for him to let loose, he’s always on guard because-well, he has to be.
“Here you go, Y/N” Chucky handed you a small glass of your order.
You smiled as you watched Happy playing pool, you were also keeping an eye out for crow eaters, in the past you’ve had to side bust a few of those bitches cause they tried something with you old man.
You sat alone watching everyone have a good time. You were also having a good time, but you were wishing Hap was with you.
“Hey, gorgeous.” an unfamiliar voice said, you turned your head to see some young blonde man say to you, he was trying to hit on you.
“I’m not a croweater.” you snapped and took a sip. “Don’t be like that, I just wanted to talk. I’ve been watching you all night and I gotta tell you, you look sexy as hell in that red of yours.” he was drunk, and didn’t have a clue who your old man was, “You know Hap? That’s my old man, so you better back off, kid.” You warned him, but he still wasn’t getting the message, “I don’t give a fuck who he is, fuck Happy,” he grabbed your arm, “come on, baby girl.”
“Uh oh, someone is about to fuck up big time.” Tig said, “Oh, shite, Hap.” Chibs said, he knew what was about to go down.
“Here we go” Clay said as he took a sip of his beer, Jax laughed.
I finally looked over and saw what was happening.
The prospect wouldn’t let go, even after you tried to rip your arm out of his grip. “Don’t make me hurt you!” he threatened. You threw your drink all over his face, “get the fu-” you were cut off by Happy grabbing the prospect by his throat and slamming his head onto the bar counter.
Everyone was watching at this point, Clay was making sure Happy didn’t kill the poor kid.
“Do you know who the fuck you’re fucking with, kid?!” Happy slammed his face into the bar again, “that’s my woman,” slam, “do you wanna know what the fuck these smiles are?!” Hap shouted as he lifted his shirt to show the faces, “I’ll put you six feet under!” Another slam.
The kids face was bleeding profusing, already swollen.
“Come on, man I didn’t know! She came onto me!” The prospect cried. You didn’t know what to do at this point, you were angry, you wanted to see him die, but you couldn’t allow it, the kid was drunk and isn’t from here.
“Happy, stop! He’s drunk, he learned his lesson, baby please don’t kill him!” you cupped Happy’s face, “I’m okay! Baby, I’m fine.” Happy was still furious, he wanted to gut the kid. You placed your hand on Hap’s arm that he had on the prospects throat. “Baby, let go, please. I’m okay, I love you.” You kissed him.
Finally, after that, he let the prospect go, “you ever step foot on this property again, I will fucking skull fuck you, you got it. Get the fuck out of here.” Hap threw the kid on the floor, and the prospects friends helped him out of the club house.
“Where did he touch you, are you okay?” Hap was angry, but he wanted to make sure you’re okay.
“Yes, Happy, I’m fine I promise. Thank you, baby.” He kissed you with so much force, you were turned on so bad.
“Come on, little girl.” The guys cheered as he lead you down the hall way.
He brought you to the bathroom, and shut the door behind you.
“Hap wha-” he cut you off by slamming you against the wall and kissing you with a much stronger force than before.
“You’re mine, no one elses, I don’t wanna ever fucking see any other man touch you or talk to you like that.” He pinned your hands above you and was groping your breasts.
By now you were breathing deep and heavy, “Hap, oh god. Everyone’s out there.” “I don’t care.” He said as he pressed his hips against yours, Hap released your hands and squeezed your ass and slapped it so hard that’ll probably leave a hand print.
You were rubbing his jeans over his member and he let out a groan, “Fuck, Y/N.” You knelt down and undid his button and zipper, he was rock hard, you grabbed his member and planted a kiss on the tip, and then licked it from base to tip, “god damn, little girl.” he said breathing heavy, finally you put the tip in your mouth with your your hand stroking the rest. You twirled your tongue around the head while your hand rubbed up and down, and he finally took a chunk of your hair and pressed your head down to where you ended up deepthroating him for about two minutes.
“Stand up,” Hap said while letting go of your hair, you did as he said and he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist while he lifted your dress and pulled your tights and panties down. He sat you down on the counter sink and spread open your knees with his knees while he still was kissing you, he knelt down and spread your legs open some more and licked your lips from bottom to top, you let out a moan, “oh fuck, Happy.” You leaned your head back, he was eating you out viciously, he inserted one then two fingers hitting your g-spot perfectly while licking your clit, you felt so much ecstasy, your stomach started to tighten and you could feel yourself getting ready to explode with the biggest orgasm, “Hap, I’m gonna come, oh my god.” you tried to move his head away, but he grabbed your hands and placed them under your thighs, and held your thighs open. He was looking at you dead in the face, watching his woman have the best orgasm. “Oh my god, fuck, Happy!” you felt your muscles contract with so much force, you moaned at the top of your lungs, and couldn’t stop breathing so deep.
He stopped, and got up to position himself in between your legs, he grabbed the back of your knees and pulled you closer. Happy teased you while he rubbed his member over your lips, “who do you belong to?” He nipped your neck, “You, baby.” you moaned, “Say who you belong to.” he squeezed your breasts and sucked on your right nipple, “oh god, you Happy, I belong to you and only to you,” you couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted him-no, you needed him, “oh fuck me, Hap. Hard.” You kissed him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, you kissed his left ear and moaned into it.
“You got it.” he said as he shoved himself into you, you moaned loudly again. You were passing back grunts and moans, he gripped your hips so hard that he left little bruises along your sides but you didn’t give a damn. All you cared about in this moment was this euphoric feeling.
“Oh god, baby, faster.” you requested, and he did as you said, he quickened up his pace and his thrusts were getting sloppy, he was getting close and so were you.
“Fuck, Y/N, I love you.” he grunted as he kept thrusting. He picked you up and turned you over so now your back was to him and you were both now facing the mirror.
You could see his face while he fucked you and it turned you on even more. He slapped your ass and thrusted into you a few more times, “Oh god, baby I’m gonna cum.” he grunted again, “cum, baby.” you moaned, so he pulled out and came on your ass, then he turned you around and kissed you so passionate and slow.
“You belong to me, and I belong to you, little girl. I love you so much.” he hugged you and squeezed you.
“I love you too, old man.” you kissed him.
I know this was super long, I kinda got into it lol. But thanks for reading♥!
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Play With Fire || Ben & Lyla

-Ben gets to school on the Monday after the party, going to his first class and he has a smirk on his face as he walks in and sits in his seat behind Lyla- Hey, nerd.

sailorchibimoonunicorn  asked:

Olicity babysits Sara 😍😍😍 I know you have a lot of requests already so don't feel any pressure i adore you so I can vamp up the Patience lol.

Felicity took a deep, calming breath before knocking. She only tapped on the door once before it swung open and Lyla sighed in relief, immediately handing her a diaper bag and turning away to rush around the living room. Felicity stepped inside and shut the door, glancing down at Sara who sat on the floor surrounded by toys. "Hi baby girl,“ Felicity knelt down, “Are you ready to spend a whole day with your Aunt Felicity!?”

Sara squealed, reaching up to her. Felicity laughed and picked her up, spinning around to watch Lyla. “There it is!” Lyla yelled, pulling her heel out from under the couch and slipping it on her foot. “Felicity, I’m so sorry to just drop this on you. John’s out recruiting for the team and Waller demanded my assistance.” She said, rolling her eyes on the word demanded.

“What’s going on?” Felicity asked, pressing her cheek against Sara’s. “I thought you two were done with A.R.G.U.S. and the Suicide Squad.”

Lyla groaned, “Please don’t call it that. It just reminds me of that night with Deadshot.” She shuttered, “Anyway, we quit the field. But Waller put us in charge of the team; which means recruiting, meetings, and training.” She sighed, “I have to admit though; I like it. I get to be the same soldier that I’ve always been. Now we just don’t have to worry about Sara losing her parents.”

Felicity nodded, “She’s lucky to have both of you.” Felicity pursed her lips, “Can I just ask, does John know…about today?”

Lyla shook her head, “No. He’s unreachable at the moment. But I trust you, Felicity, and I trust Oliver.”

Felicity smiled, “She’s in good hands.”

Lyla smiled back, “Thank you for doing this. All right, she’s got diapers, extra clothes, first-aid supplies, and her blanket in the bag.” Sara lifted another, bigger tote bag, “And here are her toys. I just packed her favorites. She should be fine. I don’t know exactly how long this will take, but I’ll probably be by the loft around 9:00 to pick her up? I put some pajamas in the diaper bag if she crashes, which I’m sure she will; that kid can fall asleep anywhere.”

After taking Sara’s car seat from Lyla’s car and putting it in Felicity’s, Lyla strapped her in and kissed her daughter, “I love you, sweet girl. Mommy will see you later.”

“Mama!” Sara called, waving her arms excitedly.

As Felicity drove away, she clutched her knuckles over the steering wheel and sighed, “Okay,” she said to herself, “This is going to be fine. John will understand, right?”

Sara began babbling in the backseat, and Felicity glanced at her through the mirror, nodding and agreeing with her as she spoke incoherently.

She waited until Sara was through before continuing, “Oliver, though…don’t get me wrong, baby, he’s going to be so happy to see you. But he’ll be worried about Dig and-”

Sara cut her off, babbling loudly in her own language and Felicity couldn’t help but smile. None of the things she said were words, but it was like she understood her and was telling her that it’d be fine, don’t worry about it too much, those things will work themselves out.

Since it was such a beautiful day, Felicity took Sara to the park. She was only a year old, so every slide and swing that she ran towards, she needed Felicity’s help. But she ran there on her own. She fell nearly every time that she did, and Felicity was running to catch up to her. By the time she reached her, Sara would already be back on her feet and moving.

After the park came ice cream, and then a walk with Sara in the stroller. Sara was so easy all day long, only having one mini meltdown when she finished all of her ice cream and held her cup up to her with a sweet little, “Moe?” And Felicity said no. She knew that she was probably already going to be in trouble for feeding her ice cream, and she wasn’t about to make it worse. That upset Sara, but she forgot about it quickly and was back to being the happiest kid on earth.

The happiest kid on earth really knew how to eat. Felicity had her back at the loft by 3:00, and she snacked on everything she could find before Felicity finally decided it was time to give her dinner. She ordered food though, not willing to subject Sara to her cooking. After Sara finished all of her food, Felicity gave her a bath, washing off all of the dirt, melted ice cream, and sweat from the poor child. “Felicity?”

She heard Oliver come in, and she looked down at Sara, who froze, her wide eyes looking up to meet hers. “Uh-oh, Sara,” Felicity said, feigning surprise, “Guess who’s home.”

“Felicity, what are you-” Oliver stopped in the doorway, a smile spreading across his face, “Well look who’s here. Sara Diggle, how did you get in here?”

Sara squealed at the sight of Oliver, kicking her legs and arms and splashing water all over Felicity. “Tub!” She hollered.

Oliver came and sat down next to Felicity, offering a hand to Sara that she took immediately and inspected. I see that,“ he chuckled, smiling down at her before turning to Felicity. "Hi,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.

“Hi,” she smiled, “How was your day?”

“It was good,” he sighed, looking back down at Sara, “Have you had this cutie all day?”

“Yeah, Waller needed Lyla.” Felicity watched as the look in Oliver’s eyes went from happiness to shame at the mention of Lyla. “Hey,” Felicity said, “She forgives you.” Oliver cocked his head to the side, but didn’t take his eyes away from Sara. Felicity dried her hands on a towel before reaching for him, running her hand down his back and pressing her forehead to his temple. “You have to forgive yourself, too.”

“Why? Dig doesn’t.”

Felicity kissed his cheek, “He’ll get there, Oliver. Just give him some more time.”

“He doesn’t trust me, Felicity.” Oliver said sadly, leaning his face against Felicity’s. “What do you think he’s going to say about this?” Oliver asked, watching Sara squeeze a rubber whale, shock on her face when water came out of the hole in the toy.

Felicity bit her lip, knowing that what she thought and what he needed to hear were not the same thing. “I think he’s going to understand that Lyla didn’t have a choice.” She said cautiously, “And I think he’s going to realize how much we love Sara; how much you love Sara.” She sighed, reaching down to the baby and pulling her out of the water. Oliver grabbed a towel and held it open, wrapping Sara up in it when Felicity placed her in his arms.

Sara stared up at him, reaching her hand up to touch his face and giggle. Oliver beamed back down at her, he chuckled, “I feel like she’s telling me not to worry.” he laughed.

Felicity snorted, “Yeah, you should’ve heard her calm me down in the car this morning. That child is magic.”

Oliver looked up at Felicity, “Calm you down?”

“I may have been a little nervous.”

Oliver laughed as Sara began babbling as if she was telling Oliver all about it. After getting her in her pajamas, they set up her toys on the living room floor. Felicity laid across the couch surrounded by blocks that Sara kept handing her while Oliver sat on the floor below her, his back against the couch.

Felicity ran her fingers through his hair absently, and Oliver tipped his head back, looking at her from an upside down angle. She smiled down at him as Sara picked up her toy purse and headed to the window like she had very important places to be. “This is nice…” he said, turning around to face her.

Felicity raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. It is.”

“I think we’ll make pretty good parents someday.” He said halfheartedly, shrugging. But Felicity could hear the emotion in his voice, and she wondered how much thought he’d put into that idea.

“I don’t know if I could handle having a little you running around.” She poked him.

Oliver laughed breathily before he glanced over at Sara, imagining what it would be like to have a daughter running around who spoke as fast as Felicity. "I would love to have a little you, though.“

Sara picked up another block and handed it to Felicity. "Oh, thank you!” Felicity said, placing the block with the rest of her stash.

She glanced back at Oliver, who smiled up at her, “And our son would be nothing like me.”

Felicity watched him, her heart faltering a little at his use of the words our son. She rolled her eyes, “It wouldn’t be the worst thing.” She smirked, nodding her head at Sara. Oliver picked his head up to look at the baby, who was playing with his shoelaces. He laughed, picking her up and pulling her to his chest. Sara immediately calmed, resting her arms over his and resting her head against his chest.

Felicity shifted, sitting up and opening her blanket up to them, she patted the seat beside her. Oliver stood up carefully, taking a seat on the couch beside Felicity, Sara still sprawled across his chest. Felicity shared her blanket, wrapping it up and over Sara before rubbing her back. Oliver stared down at her, “How did you get so good at this?”

Felicity shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder and curling her legs up, rubbing slow circles over Sara’s back. Sara turned her head so that she was facing Felicity, her eyes fighting to stay open. Felicity cuddled her head deeper into Oliver’s shoulder, her eyes on Sara’s.

And then she began to sing. And Oliver couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, surprised by how beautiful her voice was. After the conversation that they’d just had, Oliver couldn’t help but see Felicity singing to their daughter like that. By the second verse of Billie Holiday’s I’ll be Seeing You, Sara’s eyes were closed. Felicity continued to sing to the baby, unaware that Oliver was staring down at her and falling even more in love.

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