#opie winston imagine

[marvelous-slut]

Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

Y’all I’ve underestimated just how sexy Opie is. Like, stop for a minute and look at him. I’ve literally had this in my draft forever and I’m glad to finally get her out.

Warnings: MINORS, as always DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut head folks.

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You turn the engine to your car off as you finally made it to the familiar garage. Teller Morrow. It had been at least 10 years since you’d gotten out of Charming and never looked back, even sitting in the garage brought back too many memories for your brain to count. Most were horrible memories, your father Otto being arrested right outside the club house/garage. Your mother coming in late into the night, drunken and loud. Knocking over things she didn’t need but wouldn’t throw away. If she didn’t come home, you knew she was right inside the club house sobbing for your father who was constantly in and out of prison. The more you thought about the horrible memories, the more pissed off you felt yourself becoming. You decided it was time to go in and face the members of SAMCRO, find out exactly what had happened to your mother. A part of you figured she’d gotten killed due to something with the club, or maybe one of her porn costars had beaten her to death. Whatever it was, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel one hundred percent sad about it. Your parents were never really parents, who could be when they were so invested in the club life?

You walk in to the club house, not much has changed since 10 years ago. The same smell of pussy and booze, the same mug shots hanging on the wall with the exception of a few who you assumed to be members. One struck you, taking it in as you looked at the familiar face. Harry Winston.

“Jesus Christ Ope.” You say softly, before you have any time to think about what he did or if he was still in, a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Well look at who’s here!” Piney, it was so good to see him. Even if he looked sick with the oxygen tubing sticking out of his nose. You walk over to him, opening your arms for his warm embrace. “How you doin’ kid?” He asks, smiling largely.

“I’m good Piney, how’d you end up with that shit hanging from your nose?” He chuckles deeply, letting out a cough once he’s done.

“Lung issues, too many Marlboros I guess.” You laugh and he pats you on the back, before you can ask any questions about Opie you get your answer. He stands outside the door of the chapel, leaning up against it and seeming like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Seeing you wasn’t something he was looking forward to like the rest of the club.

“Well, glad to see you made it out for someone’s funeral.” He speaks coldly before walking out of the club house completely. Piney can see the discomfort on your face and speaks up.

“Ignore him, he’s been a real prick since Donna died.” Donna, it had been two years since she passed. He was still mad about that? You sigh and shake your head. You didn’t attend Donnas funeral and maybe you should have, maybe you should have been there to support Opie. He’d called you after it happened, drunken and slurring almost every word that come out of his mouth. You felt it was disrespectful to Donna to come to her funeral and comfort her husband, who you dated for years and considered your first love. It didn’t feel right no matter what way you thought about it, so you didn’t come. That was the last time you’d heard from him until today.

“I guess death can do that to a person. I’ll see you later Piney, I have to go get started looking for a dress to bury mom in.” He hugs you once more, this time a little more tight than before.

“He still cares about you kid. He loved Donna, but he loved you too.” He whispers, making you go cold. You break the hug and smile at him softly, heading out the club house doors as fast as you could. Hoping Piney didn’t notice the grief written all over your face.

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You had been through many challenges before, but trying to find your mother an outfit for her funeral that wasn’t completely revealing may be something you weren’t able to do. She’d turned the house into an even bigger dump than it was before you left, ashtrays filled to the brim with butts, beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. Clothes thrown to the side, on the tv, in the floor. It was a wreck. You prayed it wouldn’t be yours to deal with now. You move a pile of books on the bed to the side to lay out what clothing looked appropriate to bury someone in when a stack of photos falls out. You pick them up, looking at each one. A photo of you and Otto on his Harley, you were maybe 6 years old in the photo. It made you smile, even if there was a lot of shit memories connected to your father you did know he loved you. You knew it was shitty not to call or even visit him, if they’d even let you. You look to the next picture, feeling like someone had just hit you in the chest. A photo of you and Opie on your senior prom night.

“God, my hair. My face.” You say softly, laughing at how much different you looked. Your eyes roam over to Opie, he was much smaller than he is now. Hardly any hair on the poor boys face compared to now. You sigh, folding the picture and sticking it in your pocket. Maybe you’d get to show it to him, if he lets go of the issue of Donnas funeral before you leave. The knock at the door takes you away from reminiscing. You’re in shock at who stands behind the white, dirt covered door.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I guess I’m bad at letting shit go.” Opie says, he leans against the frame of the door, before you can suggest for him not to do it. “Can I come in?” You move out of the door way, noticing him looking around the disaster of a house.

“It’s a fuckin’ dump. Luann couldn’t keep a house up worth a shit apparently.” You say, he laughs a little bit. “There’s no way I’m staying here. Guess I’ll get a hotel till I go home.” You say, moving around some clutter, scared to sit on the couch even after it’s gone.

“If you need a place to crash, I’m sure the club wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house. My house is pretty empty too, wife being dead and all.” You weren’t sure how to react to the last comment, so you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Thanks Ope. I found this going through moms stuff.” You hand him the photo, as soon as he looks at it he laughs. You feel your chest tighten when he does, even after all the years apart he still had an affect on you.

“Jesus, look how fuckin’ scrawny.” He says, you remember the first time he’d ever put his kutte on, how it was so baggy on him. He’d definitely grew into it over the years. “You were pretty, still are.” He says, you can’t help but smile at the comment.

“Don’t kiss my ass just cause you were being a shit head.” He grins, knowing you were half right. He felt awful for being so cold toward you, especially this being the chance to let you know that he’s never forgotten you. How you’d haunted him nearly everyday for the last 10 years.

“Listen, I gotta get going. Got some shit with the club that needs handled. If you need to crash at my place, you know where I am.”

“Thanks Ope. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later?” He nods his head and closes the door behind him. You place your back to the door, hanging your head down. It shouldn’t be this way, the high school sweet heart still having some stupid affect on your mind years later. You look up, opening your eyes to a large rat sitting in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You scream, grabbing the dress you’d found for your mother and slamming the door behind you.

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The porch light is barley shining when you step up to the door. You knock on the door, not having to wait long before it’s answered. Opie stands in the door way, only in a towel. Hair still wet from showering. You feel your eyes widen, looking him up and down. You knew it was obvious even if you had been praying it wasn’t.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d stop by.” He says, moving out of the door way. You step in, the place was much different than your mothers. Clean, neat, no reason to be scared of being on the couch.

“So you just answer the door for anyone half naked?”

“Just the pretty ones.” You feel your face heat up at the comment. Embarrassed that you’re blushing like this. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

“Ope, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You say softly, he brings your head up to face him. Looking into his eyes makes your heart go faster than it had in years. He places his hand on the side of your cheek, caressing it gently.

“It’s okay.” Before you can respond, you feel yourself move closer, kissing him. He moves his hands to your hips as you stratal him, gripping them tightly. You run your fingers through his damp hair, the last time this had happened was when the two of you were 19 years old, what you’d thought would be the last time you ever got to be this close to him. You break the kiss and head down to the towel that covered him, uncovering his hardened cock. Turns out, everything about him had grown some in ten years. You lower your head down, running your tongue up his cock as he moans out. One thing you love about Opie, he never was afraid to be loud. He’d let you know how good you made him feel. You wrap your lips around his cock, moving your head up and down. Slowly, trying to get him going and eager for you. It worked very fast, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging it gently trying to get you to pick up the pace. It was hard to take him in your mouth without choking, you hadn’t been blessed with no gag reflex like most. Taking him little by little however, was driving him insane.

“Too big for you to handle now?” He asks, you can just in-vision the smirk plastered across his face. You decide to take it as a challenge, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. You hold in your gags, but the tears forming in your eyes can’t hide that you’re struggling with taking every inch of him.

“Fuck.” He mutters out, leaning his head up to watch the sight in-front of him. A sight that as much as he was ashamed to admit, thought about from time to time even while he was married to Donna. You pull your mouth off of him, slowly, letting him feel every movement as you do. He groans out, as you straighten yourself up, he’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Silently, he begs you to take them off. You begin to unbutton them and he helps get your underwear and shorts off swiftly. Eager to be inside of you. You reach your hands down to discard your shirt before you slide yourself down onto him. Your walls stretching with every inch you take of him. Moaning out, you rest your hands on his chest. He places his hands back onto your hips, helping you move and watches your face as you adjust to him.

“Oh my God. Ope.” You whimper out, moving yourself faster and more steady onto him. A hand finds its way to your breast, grasping it firmly. He moves his hand farther up to your mouth, he drags his thumb over your lips slowly. You open your mouth far enough for him to graze it over your teeth. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back. The feeling of him reinserting himself makes you whine out, arching your back as he picks up a steady pace. You turn your head, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of pleasure that’s overwhelming your senses. He uses one of his hands to turn your head back to him, holding it there.

“I want you to look me in the eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel.” The words make you even wetter than you were, which at this point you’d thought was impossible. He feels your nails digging into his back, using your hands to pull him closer to you. Looking at your face and the way you tightly had your legs wrapped around him, he knew you were close to cumming. He speeds up, thrusting into you faster and a touch harder than before.

“Fuck! Ope-“ You’re unable to get another word out before you feel yourself tighten around him. You grab him, pulling him down and smashing your lips against his. You grind against him, making sure to ride the orgasm as long as possible. Feeling you grind against him sends him over the edge, he groans out as he releases into you. You would thank God later for the birth control pills, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. He pulls himself out of you, laying down beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You try to make the shaking in your legs stop, but it’s useless. You decide to just lay there until you don’t feel shaky or hazy.

“So much for small talk huh?” You ask, he chuckles and stretches out his arm for you to come over. You do so, resting your head on his chest. The feeling feels so good, so familiar and you hate to think about it ending. Suddenly dreading going back home.

“Yeah. Maybe we can do that in the morning.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

[fanficimagery]

La Reina del Inframundo

When your neighbor goes missing, you call upon your seven deadly sins to help get him back.

Words: 8.6K Author's Note: SURPRISE! Finally have something to post, so here it is a day earlier than normal. This imagine is probably ridiculous, but you know what? Blame the Kingdom of the Wicked series. I wanted my own seven deadly sins lol even if they don't make much of an appearance in here. Sons of Anarchy AU. Title translation: The Queen of the Underworld.

When you were little, you were probably the most spoiled girl you'd ever known. Anything you needed or wanted was yours and you ended up quite ignorant of everything going on around you. You didn't know anything about the family business, only that your daddy was an important man and you had numerous uncles who looked after you. And then you became a teenager, and you understood that not only was your daddy important but he was also dangerous too. Your parents did everything to shield you from the life, but when you and your mother were kidnapped and she was killed, you wanted to know the ins and outs of everything.

Your uncles, only a couple by blood, made sure you knew how to take care of yourself. You learned to fight and how to handle weapons, and learned about other families that were nearly as important as yours. You learned who your allies were and who your enemies were, and far sooner than you had anticipated, you were upgraded from Princess to Queen.

Losing your father made you bitter and you held no remorse for sending your men after those who had a hand in his death. It was your turn to lead the family business as your father's only child, and your father's brothers happily let everyone think they were in charge while you watched everyone and everything from the shadows.

Everyone learned to fear your family name since you were quite bloodthirsty, but as the years slowly passed you learned to take it down a notch. Eventually, you grew tired of having no privacy and decided to move out on your own since no one outside of the men you grew up with knew you were the head of the family business.

You chose Charming since it was quite the picturesque little town, but those who served under you didn't like you being so far away. So, to keep them from dropping by or watching you from afar, you anonymously purchased a large plot of land and let them build another compound and warehouse nearby.

The construction of the compound and warehouse gave you more than enough time to find a suitable house for yourself, and have it remodeled and furnished before you moved in. There was lots of talk around Charming about who was disrupting their usual routine, but no one ever found out anything of importance.

When you finally move into your house, it takes some getting used to. There's no noise, and no men lurking around corners or men coming up to you every half hour to see if you need anything. It feels good to make your own food and have a peaceful meal, and to just laze around to watch some television, but you're still the woman behind the curtain, taking phone calls and attending meetings and making sure everything is on the up and up.

You've been in your new house for a couple of weeks now and there's not been a single problem. At least not until you're in the middle of your shower and your scalding hot water turns unbearably cold. With a shout, you hop on out to try and catch your breath. You give it a few seconds before testing the water with your hand and quickly yank back when it's still cold.

You test the hot water in the bathroom sink, but that too is cold. Pulling on a robe, you head to your kitchen and test the hot water there. Cold. All cold.

With a sigh, you head towards the laundry room where the water heater resides. There's a little blinking light at the bottom that should signify the water heater is working properly, but unfortunately it isn't blinking.

"Son of a-"

You've learned a lot of things, but lighting the pilot light was not one of them. So uncaring for the fact that you're merely in a robe with shampoo still in your hair, you slip your feet into a pair of house slippers and head outside. You look around your neighbors' driveways and find a motorcycle parked at the house next to yours.

Scurrying next door, you knock on the front door. It doesn't take long at all for the door to be opened and you give yourself a moment to take in the tall specimen standing in front of you. Wet hair hangs down past the man's shoulders, water droplets clinging to a full beard, and a towel is wrapped tightly around his waist. Water droplets glisten down a tattooed torso and you have to quickly shake your head clear when you realize you're ogling. "Uh, sorry." You glance up to meet his amused gaze. "I, uh, I live next door. I really hope it's not a bad time, besides the obvious nakedness going on, but I could really use your help if you're not in a time crunch."

He arches an eyebrow at you. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I was in the middle of my own shower when my water heater went out. I checked it and there are no leaks which leads me to believe the pilot light went out. I have no clue how to light it and I'm hoping you do."

"Sure. Let me just…" He trails off as he glances down his body. "Let me get dressed and I'll help you out."

You sag in relief. "Thank you so much."

"You can use my kitchen sink if you wanna rinse your hair. You know, just in case the problem is something else."

"Oh. Yeah, thanks. I would rather rinse with hot water than cold."

The man opens his door further and you step in. "I'm Opie."

"YN. Nice to finally meet one of my neighbors."

He chuckles. "Yeah? Everyone 'round here steers clear."

"Motorcycle that off putting?"

"That and the MC." Walking into the kitchen, he points to a kutte hanging off the back of a chair. Sons of Anarchy. And huh. You've heard of them- heard all about the power struggle within the club, but they stayed off your radar and you theirs.

"What a bunch of pussies," you mumble. But Opie still hears you and he grins some more.

"Sink is clean. There's even a hose you can use. I'll be right back."

"Mhm. Thanks again."

Opie turns to walk away, and you tilt your head to admire his back muscles and tattoos. You bite your bottom lip at what you see, but quickly turn to the kitchen sink less you're busted ogling him again.

Turning on the sink's hot water, you grab the little hose and test it out. When the water is hot, you bend over the sink and flip your hair into it.

It takes you longer than anticipated to rinse out the shampoo in your hair and when you do, you're quick to turn off the water and then wring out as much water from your hair as you can. Letting your hair hang in front of your shoulder and over your chest so the front of the robe soaks up any other water, you find paper towels close by and take one to clean up the sides of the sink and counter where water splashed.

"All good to go?" You startle at the words and whirl around, finding Opie leaning against the doorway as he grins at you. His hair has been pulled back into a knot and a black shirt hugs his torso sinfully tight.

You gulp. "Y-Yeah."

"After you then."

You stumble and mutter a quick, shut up, when he laughs at you. He follows you all the way to your house, shutting the front door behind him and then stepping into your laundry room. "This is it. There's a light that's supposed to be blinking-"

"Yeah. I know. I actually have this same water heater."

"Oh, thank god."

Opie squats down and you watch him hold a knob down while clicking another button. It clicks about fifteen times before the light blinks, and you exhale in relief. "That should do it. If it goes out again on its own, just go ahead and come get me. It'll probably need to be cleaned and I can help with that also."

"Thank you! I really didn't want to have to call my uncles. They didn't want me living on my own and they would have teased me mercilessly if I had to call them so soon."

"I bet." Opie looks you up and down in your robe and your shift nervously. "Well, I'll go ahead and get out of your hair so you can finish your shower or whatever. If you ever need help, you know where to find me now. As long as my bike is out front, I'm home."

You smile as you walk him towards the door. "Thank you so much, Opie. I definitely owe you one."

You watch him until he's halfway between your houses and then shut the door before hurrying back to your bathroom.

And hallelujah! You have hot water once again.

After your first meeting with Opie, you seem to see him all the time when you're out and about. You have a smile and wave for him every time you make eye contact, laughing when his club brothers eye you up and down or whistle appreciatively until Opie shoves them hard enough to shut them up.

The next time you have face to face time with him, however, is when you're on the side of the road trying to replace a flat tire.

"Come. On. You. Sonnuvabitch," you grunt as you try to twist the lug wrench to loosen a lug nut. You've managed to get one off, but the others are proving to be a bitch.

The sound of motorcycle engines approaching has you looking up and down the side of the stretch of road you're on, and you spot two individuals riding closer and closer. Only needing their muscle to loosen the lug nuts since you know how to do the rest, you stand up and wave them down. And when you see them slowing down, angling their bikes to you, you sigh in relief.

One of the men has a very familiar beard and you can't help but smile as they stop right behind your car. "Hey neighbor," you muse when they cut their engines.

Opie pulls off his riding glasses and helmet, settling everything on his handlebars. His friend does the same before they both stand, and Opie offers you a small smile. "What trouble are you in now?"

"I just need your muscles, I swear." You chuckle, nodding at his friend and his too charming grin he throws your way. "The last place I got my car a tune-up at, they tightened the lug nuts too tight. I just need someone to loosen them up really quick and then I can take care of the rest."

"No need to worry that pretty little head of yours, darlin'," Opie's friend says. "I'm sure my boy Ope can take care of it for you." He claps Opie on the shoulders, squeezing and nudging him forward.

Opie's eyes roll. "YN, this is Jax. Jax, this is my neighbor YN."

You and Jax exchange greetings as Opie gets to work on changing your tire for you.

"So, how's that water heater treating you?" Opie asks. "No more naked knocks on other people's doors?"

"Naked knocks?" Jax arches an eyebrow at you.

"First of all, shut up," you tell Jax. And then looking at Opie, you say, "It's working fine. Haven't had a problem since you helped me."

"Good. That's good."

"So where did you come from?" Jax asks.

"From Salinas."

"Yeah? Why Charming?"

You shrug. "When my mom passed, my dad and his brothers raised me. And then my dad passed, and my uncles took my wellbeing a little too seriously. I needed some space from them."

"Pretty sure they're expecting her to throw in the towel any moment now and go crawling back to them," Opie says.

"Exactly." You grin at the biker that's nearly finished with changing your tire for you. "They know I know how to take care of myself, but they're still hoping I fail and call them up. Can you imagine how put out they're going to be when they realize I have a perfectly friendly biker living next door who doesn't mind lending me a hand every once in a while?"

Opie laughs as he lowers your car from the small car jack. He then grabs up the flat tire and carries it to the trunk of your car while Jax grabs up the jack and the lug wrench. Once everything is put away, the men face you as Opie says, "You're all set. If you stop by Teller Automotive, we can get the tire fixed for you and put the spare back in the trunk."

You arch an eyebrow at him. "You work at an auto garage?"

"Try own it," Jax muses. "It's mine. The club runs it," he says while pointing to the President patch on his own kutte.

"Huh. Nice." Then glancing back at Opie, you say, "Well I guess I owe you. Again."

"I'm just racking up those favors, aren't I?"

"Yeah, yeah." You smile as you pull open the driver's side door. "Thank you. I'll, uh, I'll see you around."

The men make their way back to their bikes, but they wait until you drive off before taking their leave as well.

As music blares throughout your room, you mouth along to the lyrics as you ready yourself for a party with the Sons of Anarchy. You had taken your tire to Teller Automotive when you found the time and Opie fixed it up for you like he said he would. Then after putting it back on your car, he made sure your spare was okay before putting it away back in the trunk. Jax tried to refuse payment by saying you get a freebie for being new to Charming, but you weren't having it and bullied the man in his office to take your money.

Needless to say, the Sons were impressed with how you didn't back down.

Jax then extended an invite to their party, and you agreed since you didn't have any plans. Opie tried to tell you that you didn't have to attend because their type of parties usually got out of hand, but you assured him you could handle your own with an all-knowing grin. Jax whooped and Opie looked a little apprehensive but still told you what time to be there.

So here you are, in a backless black bandana tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips along your thighs and knees. Your makeup has already been applied and your hair straightened, and you readily slip your feet into a pair of chunky heeled Doc Martens. And instead of taking a purse or wallet, you decide to slip your ID and Driver's License into the back of your phone case before slipping it into one pocket while shoving several twenties in the other.

Then after making sure everything is turned off, with the exception of two small lamps in the living room, you lock up your house and head out for the night.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't that far and you get there fairly quickly. The entire lot is enclosed with a tall chain link fence that has some form of material draped on the inside so you can't see through, so you're not sure where to park, but one of the Sons who's speaking with a woman outside the fence spots you and tells you where to go. After following his directions, you park and get out of your car. Then pocketing your keys, you turn around and take in your surroundings.

There are barrels of fire scattered around the lot, as well as numerous picnic tables and a single boxing ring that has two men going toe to toe inside of it as many spectators cheer on the violence. The auto garage portion of the building is shut down, but the club portion has its bay doors rolled up. As you make your way towards it, you can see a bar and numerous tables scattered about the room. There are a couple of couches and even a pool table, and many scantily clad women working the room.

Chuckling, you enter the club with all the confidence in the world. Immediately you can feel the stares on you- both lecherous and envious- and you make your way towards the bar.

Sitting on the stool across from the bartender, you smile at him. "Can I have a beer? Whatever you have is fine." As the bartender grabs you a beer, you pull a twenty from your pocket and hand it over.

"It's only six bucks."

"Then I'll grab another two throughout the night. Don't worry about any change."

The bartender nods and puts the money away under the counter, and you turn around on your stool. Crossing one knee over the other, you lean back against the bar while taking your first sip of your drink.

"Hey. When'd you get in?" Jax takes the stool next to you and you grin at him.

"Just now. Was taking in the scene before I went looking for familiar faces."

"Ope would have greeted 'ya, but he's currently trying to fend off a couple of sweetbutts."

"Sweetbutts?"

"Women who want to fuck a Son in hopes of him giving her his crow."

You frown. "How does one give someone a crow?"

Jax chuckles. "You know, it's kind of refreshing that you don't know anything about the MC life."

"Yeah, well…" You shrug, trailing off as you take another sip of your beer.

"It can be a good thing or a bad thing," he continues. "Good because we know you ain't looking at Ope just because of his kutte and bad because this life is tough. Especially for the women."

You flash him a grin. "Who said I was lookin' at Opie?"

"Please." Jax huffs. "I put on my best smile for you when he was changing your tire and you only had eyes for him."

"It's the height. And the muscle definition in his back." You sigh wistfully, sipping your beer. "God, his back."

Jax laughs as he grabs himself another beer and you gesture the bartender to give you another. "Well, Ope can use a saving grace whenever you're ready. Don't let anyone push you around."

"Trust me. I won't."

As Jax takes his leave, you meet every woman's glare that had been directed at you because he had chosen to spend a few minutes of his time on you. You give them the most deadpan stare ever until they look away and then smirk as you start in on your second beer. A couple men try their luck with you, but you're quick to reject them before they can get too comfortable. Your gaze occasionally falls back on Opie, and you make your move when you see him drain his beer and the so-called sweetbutts on either side of him lean further into his personal space.

Rolling your eyes, you grab a fresh beer from the bartender and start towards your neighbor. The gathered Sons seem to perk up, making the women on their laps pout, but you only have eyes for Opie.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you smirk as he looks up and the women vying for his attention glare at you. Holding out the new beer to him, you say, "Come on. Let's go get some fresh air."

His lips twitch as he accepts the beer and the woman on his left scoffs. "Excuse me!"

"You're excused."

Opie and his brothers all laugh and then the woman on his right gets bold. "Back off, bitch. Seniority rules here. If you're gonna be a regular, you start at the bottom of the totem pole. Now go clean the toilets or something."

Opie looks offended on your behalf, but you merely laugh as you step so you're directly standing in front of her. "Oh honey, I'm way too pretty to do the toilets. You, on the other hand…" She gasps and leans forward to stand, but you're quick to lift a foot and plant your boot in the middle of her chest. Her eyes widen as you shove her back into her seat and you lean forward as much as you can with your foot pressing against her. "Trust me, you don't wanna go down this road. You think I'm easy prey because this is my first time here but let me assure you that they will not find your body if you decide to piss me off."

"And that's our cue to go." Opie is quick to stand, gently grabbing you by the wrist to tug you away. His brothers all whoop and laugh as the one woman tries to console her friend who had balked at your words. You follow after him as he leads you outside, walking up to a picnic table that he ends up stepping up onto the bench to sit atop the table. You do the same and as you settle side by side, he asks, "So we wouldn't find her body, huh?"

You snort, covering your mouth where beer had dribbled out since he asked the question when you were mid-sip. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"I'll say." Opie takes a pull from his own beer bottle. "So how are you liking the party?"

You shrug. "It's decent." Then you point towards the boxing ring with the neck of your bottle. "You ever get in there?"

"If I ever have any aggression to work out, yeah."

"Most people fuck their aggression out; you fight it out." This time it's Opie's turn to snort his beer and you smirk. "So how are you liking tonight's party? Are the women always so…"

"Slutty?"

"I was gonna say bold."

Opie shakes his head as he chuckles. "Yeah. It's their life's mission to either get knocked up by someone in a kutte or get a crow or a ring."

"That's the second time I heard something about a crow. What is that?" You ask.

Opie looks at you, seeing that you're honestly curious. "In our MC, a crow is a big deal. Bigger than a ring."

"No shit?"

"It's basically the men branding their women as their property."

"Wow," you drawl, completely unimpressed. "The women around here really need to rethink their priorities."

Opie chuckles some more. "So, you're saying you wouldn't get a tattoo for your man?"

"I mean…" You trail off, shrugging. "It all depends on the situation."

"How?"

"Take me and you for example," you say and roll your eyes when Opie smirks. "If we started hooking up and a month or two from now you asked me to get a tattoo personalized for you, I'd say you were out of your damn mind. I'd have to be with someone for years before getting a tattoo dedicated to my partner."

"That's fair." He takes a moment to watch you, watching you take in your surroundings and be at ease in this new environment. "So how was your day?"

"So-so," you say, watching the men duke it out in the ring. "It was a bit of a bore if I'm being honest."

"No work?"

"I work from home." You turn to face him, grinning softly. "I, uh, I have a family-owned private security schtick going on. My uncles work from the office, but I take calls and answer emails at home."

"Does working from home turn a decent profit?"

"I'm living pretty comfortably, so I'd say it does."

Opie doesn't question your answer and then turns back to the fight himself.

For the rest of the night, the two of you keep one another company outside by the fire. You switch to water so you're able to drive home and you learn a little bit more about how the MC handles themselves and the people milling about their territory.

Over the next couple of weeks, you find Opie hanging out at your place more and more. After the faucet at your kitchen sink had deteriorated and leaked beneath the cabinets, Opie installed the new one for you after you bought everything you needed. You repaid him with dinner and a beer, and he just kept showing up after that. Sometimes with Jax or Juice or even Happy who reminded you of some of your uncles.

You've gotten to know each other really well that you have a date-slash-not date planned with him, so you're a little surprised when he doesn't show.

Or answer your call.

Or your text.

You keep listening for a motorcycle, but two days go by and nothing.

On the third day there's a pounding on your front door that immediately has you agitated. You march over to it, yank it open to give whoever it is a piece of your mind, only to gape as Jax marches in.

"Have you heard from Ope?"

"Well hello to you too," you deadpan as you swing the door shut. Sighing, you follow him to the living room where he's pacing.

"I'm being serious here, YN. Have you heard from Ope?"

His worry and tone give you pause, and then immediately sets you on edge. "No. We had plans two days ago, but he never showed up." You frown when you realize how exhausted Jax seems. "What's going on?"

Jax sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Nothing. Don't-"

"Don't tell me not to worry about it," you say. You step in front of him, arms crossed. "I was ready to bitch out Opie the next time I saw him, but then you marched in here all worried and now I'm worried. If he left town on his own, then fine. But if he was taken because of the club-"

"What the hell would you know about club life?" He scoffs.

"Don't get pissy with me, presidente." You snap back at him. "You'd be surprised at what I know."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." You lightly glare at him, but then the glare softens as you smirk at him. "Weren't you a little bit skeptical at how easily I made myself comfortable at your parties? How I didn't cower to your women or how I stood up to the men who tried their luck?"

Jax tenses. "Who are you?"

"A friend, I hope." Jax frowns and you sigh. "Look. I didn't come to Charming looking for trouble. I didn't plan on Opie being my neighbor or getting to know you guys. In fact, I just wanted to fly under the radar, but you guys… you guys threw a wrench into everything."

"Who do you work for?"

You scoff. "I don't work for anyone."

"What the hell is going on here, YN?" Jax wonders, getting annoyed. "I'm confused as shit right now and my brother is missing and-"

"Hey." You step right into his space, reaching up to lightly pat the side of his face as you stare up at him. "I can help you look for him, but you're gonna need to trust me. I know this is MC business, but if you want Opie found then you're gonna have to spill."

"This isn't going to bite me on the ass?"

"Nope. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll benefit from it. Now what do you say?" You hold a hand out to him. "If you say you trust me, you have to tell me exactly what's going on. The nitty gritty details won't ever be repeated from my lips."

Jax takes a moment to think about it before throwing caution to the wind and grasping your hand. "Fine. We have a deal."

"Good." Pulling out your phone with your other hand, you press on the name that's saved in your first favorite slot. It rings twice before the call is answered. "Gather my favorite sins and send them to my house. Discreetly. Someone important to me was taken and I am not happy."

You disconnect the call and Jax just stares at you. "Your favorite sins? What the fuck was that about?"

But you merely smile at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Teller. Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection so long as you don't do stupid shit."

"Your protection?"

"You'll see. Now talk. I need to figure out an abbreviated version to tell my sins when they get here."

Jax arches an eyebrow. "Your sins?"

"Yes. Now speak."

Jax huffs but takes a seat on the edge of your couch, spilling everything. You're familiar with turf wars and kidnappings and torture, and the more Jax speaks the more unsettled you are for Opie. The issue, however, is an old grievance another MC has with the Sons. They'd been spotted around town for the past week, keeping the Sons on their toes and making the Sons chase them out of town. But the Sons were split in all sorts of directions and Opie never came back.

Jax is in the middle of telling you possible locations of where Opie might be when the back door to your house opens. He pauses and immediately reaches for his gun, but you put a hand on his wrist and put a finger to your mouth to tell him to be quiet. "Let me do the talking. It'll be fine."

Jax hesitantly relaxes, but then he tenses right back up when man after man files into your living room. Each one is wearing dark jeans and a dark jacket with its hood pulled up, but when the hoods fall, he's treated to every man's face tattooed to look skeletal. "What the…"

Each man takes a stand around the room, only having eyes for you as they completely ignore Jax. "Listen up. Opie Winston is the man that was taken." You pull out your phone, pulling up a picture you snapped of him before holding your phone up- screen out- so your men can see. "He's my neighbor and has been nothing but kind to me. I've grown very fond of him."

One of your men (Pride) quietly huffs but you still hear him as he mutters, "Seems like our queen has found herself a king."

"¡Cállate!" You snap at him. "His club president has kindly offered up who took him and possible locations of where they might be keeping him, but they can't get close. I need you to find Opie and bring him back safely. Anyone involved in his kidnapping is to be brought in as well. I want them to see what happens when you take something or someone I deem important from me." After telling them what they need to know, your men all nod and you smirk before letting them go. "Now that you're caught up, you're dismissed. Happy hunting."

The men take their leave from the same door they walked in through and then you turn to Jax who has an eyebrow arched at you in amusement. "Queen, huh? And let me guess, those were the seven deadly sins?"

"Yes. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth are my best crew. Now call off your boys and have them go back to the club. The last thing we need is them shooting at my sins."

"Fuck. You're right." Jax pulls out his own phone to call his boys off. You watch him as he sends out the text and then he stands as if ready to leave.

"Sorry if I overstepped by calling dibs on the men who took Opie."

"Don't be." He smirks at you now. "I'm kind of curious to see what you're capable of. And I totally called it. You have the hots for Opie. Happy's gonna be so disappointed."

You roll your eyes a little and you hand Jax your phone. "Put your number in. I'll call you when we have your boy back."

"Don't you mean our boy?"

"Shut up." You laugh and then reclaim your phone after he's done what you asked. "And just so you know, if there's more than one man they bring in, only one of them gets to walk so he's able to warn his club that Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection."

"You're that confident, huh?"

"You have no idea. Now get outta here, but don't tell your other boys about me."

"Why not?"

"Because I enjoy making an entrance."

Jax laughs as he walks out of your house. "If you manage to find Ope, you'll be my new favorite person."

"Yeah, yeah."

For the past day and a half, you've reclaimed your throne at the compound and established with your tios that you were coming out of the shadows. They didn't fight you on the decision and, in fact, they might have even encouraged you to see where things went with the missing Son since you needed someone by your side.

You've been in contact with Jax, keeping him updated, but you've yet to update him of the latest development.

Opie was found along with four bikers who'd been guarding him.

You're anxious to tell Jax, but you want to get Opie settled and cleaned up before calling in his brothers. So, to kill time, you go ahead and get dressed.

You strip down to your panties right there in your room, pulling on a blazer and buttoning it closed beneath your bust so your cleavage is on display. You even have to place some double-sided sticky tape so there are no nip slips while you put on a show. Then you find yourself a pair of leather pants that you manage to wiggle into and a pair of stilettos that make you feel powerful as you walk around in a room full of men.

You're adding a couple pieces of jewelry here and there when you get the text that Opie is there. You finish getting ready and then walk out to where you know they're holding him, and grin when you hear him cursing up a storm.

"Who the fuck even are you guys? If you really are my rescuers, why can't I leave?"

"That… would be because of me," you muse as you step into the room.

Opie's head whips in your direction and your smile drops when you see the black eye, the gash above his eyebrow and on the bridge of his nose, and the busted lip. Even his hands look like they have some damage, and his clothes are bloodied.

"YN?"

"In the flesh." You walk closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to him in case he balks from your touch, but he doesn't. You touch his hair, frowning to find crusted blood clumping the strands together. "And to think I thought you stood me up."

"Nope. I was just being held hostage. Still am."

You offer him a grin. "You're not a hostage here, Opie. I swear. Now come on." You offer him a hand. "Come with me so you can get cleaned up and changed. I'll call Jax and the others, and then I'll deal with those assholes who had you."

"You? You're gonna deal with them?"

"Yep. Got Jax's blessing and everything. Now let's go. I had to sneak into your house to grab you some clothes, so you might as well put them to use."

Opie laughs and then groans, clutching at his ribs. You rub his shoulder until the pain passes and when he stands you grab his hand. Mentally cheering when he doesn't pull away, you lead him back to your bedroom so he can use your private shower.

Opie looks around your room while you grab his bag from the closet and then show him to the bathroom. You try not to grin when you see him taking it all in and then leave him be. You pull out your phone to text Jax the directions to the compound and that they'd be let in upon arrival, and then settle in front of your vanity.

Whenever you've done business with those who opposed what you and your family have done or tried to claim your notoriety for themselves, you've always presented yourself a certain way. Your makeup was half and half, half normal and half skeletal, which is why your favorite sins have tattooed themselves that way. So as Opie showers, you get started on wiping off half your makeup before blending white and black face paint along your features.

It surprisingly doesn't take you long to get your makeup done, so you take a seat on the edge of your bed to wait for Opie to be done. A handful of minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Opie steps out. He freezes when he sees you and you smirk at him. "Come take a seat. We need to talk."

Rubbing the towel over his hair one last time, Opie tosses it back into your bathroom before padding barefoot towards you. As he sits, he asks, "Who are you?"

"I'm YN. You know that."

"You're clearly a very important person to have so many men working under you."

Grinning at him, you shrug. "I was my father's only heir. His business became my business."

"You said you worked in private security."

"Yeah. We do that too, but in the underground- in the underworld- we do so much more. They call me La Reina de Inframundo."

"Which means?"

"Queen of the Underworld."

Opie huffs and you hesitantly reach for his hand, clasping it between two of your own. "Why'd you go through so much trouble for me?"

"Because you were kind to me." He scoffs this time, and you angle your body towards him. "I'm serious. You had no idea about my reputation and treated me like any other woman that wasn't actively trying to get into your pants. You were kind and you became my friend, and I- I might have grown overly fond of you."

"Only might?" You roll your eyes with a slight huff and stand, but Opie is quick to catch you by the wrist and pull you in so you're standing between his parted knees. "Oh, I think you're pretty fond of me if you went through all this trouble."

"Fine. I like you, but I'm also aware about how the men of MC's work. And I just want to assure you right now, no matter what happens between you and me, I will have the Sons' back. I've never had a sibling, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want one if they're anything like Jax or Juice."

Opie grins at your joke. "Been keeping in contact with them?"

"Jax, yes. Juice just thought I needed to be checked up on for some reason. I guess he assumed I'd be a sobbing mess without you around or something."

"...thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Ope." You reach for his face, gently cradling it in the palms of your hands before smoothing his hair back as his arms wrap around the small of your back. "You'd have done the same for me if I'd gone missing."

His smile immediately vanishes as his gaze darkens and his arms squeeze you tighter which brings you closer to him. And honestly, you quite like the feeling of being in his arms. "They'd be dead if they'd taken you."

"Likewise." His brow furrows and you wrinkle your nose at him. "Look at you all adorable and clueless," you coo. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. "Those men outside signed their own death certificates the moment they kidnapped you. They just don't know it yet."

"You're gonna kill them?"

"You'll see. Now put your shoes on. Your boys should be here by now and they're probably itching to pull a gun. Go keep them calm."

As Opie looks for socks and shoes, you walk over to your bedside table and pull open the drawer. Pulling out your gun, you make sure it's loaded before sliding into your waistband at the small of your back and then situating the back of your blazer over it. When you turn back around, Opie's staring at you with an arched eyebrow. You merely grin and shoo him out the door, telling him you'd be out there soon.

You give him a minute to find his way and then head out yourself, keeping to the shadows. Then when you get to the main room, you move to the darkest corner and watch everyone. The Sons of Anarchy stand off to one side as they look over Opie with your sins and tios on the other, and in the middle are the four bikers the sins had taken and bound to chairs.

"What the fuck is this?" One of the bound bikers scoffs. "Have the Sons turned into pussies that let a new crew handle their business?"

All the Sons, with the exception of Jax and Opie, bristle at the insult. Happy and Tig look like they're on a very short leash and would like nothing more than to tear apart the men limb by limb, but Jax keeps them in line.

"That's what I thought. Pussies."

Happy and Tig lunge, but Jax and Juice keep their brothers back. Opie mutters about it not being worth it and once it quiet, you take that as your cue.

Walking forward, you keep your head held high and let the click!, click!, click!, of your heels put the room on edge. The men part and it takes a moment for a majority of the Sons to recognize you. Jax gapes and then smirks, nudging Opie who shakes his head at his brother.

"What the fuck is this?" Tig asks.

"Our new ally," Jax muses.

Walking up to the bound four men, you arch an eyebrow at them. The mouthy one scoffs yet again as he takes you in. "You idiots made a mistake," you say. "You took someone I care about and I don't take that lightly." Reaching for the small of your back, you pull free your gun and grip it tight.

"Ha. I'm sure under that stupid makeup you're nothing but a pretty face, so why don't you strut that perky ass of yours back out of the room and let the grown men talk."

His companions all chuckle and you allow yourself to sarcastically laugh with them before aiming your gun and pulling the trigger. The laughing immediately ceases, and their expressions all morph into shock as their mouthy companion's head slumps backwards. You smirk. "Only one of you will walk out of here, so the more you mouth off the faster you will die."

The remaining three men struggle against their binds, and you giggle at their fear.

"Holy shit," Happy utters. Your gaze darts to him and you smirk as you watch him take in your tios and your sins. When his gaze darts back to you, he says, "La Reina del Inframundo."

You bend at the waist, arms sweeping out to the side as you mockingly bow. "At your service."

"What the fuck is that?" Tig asks, glancing between his brother and you. "Not all of us speak spanish, Hap."

"Queen of the Underworld," Jax answers. He saunters up to your side, nudging your elbow with his own. "Isn't that right?"

"Sí." Then losing your smile, you walk closer to the bound men, pacing back and forth in front of them. "So, this is what's going to happen. One of you is going back to your president and letting him know that the Sons are under La Reina's protection."

"Who is going back?" Another bound individual asks. He looks between his other bound brothers, throwing them under the bus. "I'll tell you whatever it is you want to know."

You slowly grin at him and then raise your gun, putting a bullet between his eyes. "No me gustan las ratas (I don't like rats)." One of the remaining two flinches and whimpers, and you put a bullet in his head too. The last remaining individual keeps his gaze straight ahead and though you see his bottom lip tremble, you let him live. "And it looks like we have a winner."

Your men and the Sons all chuckle.

"Untie him, Envy. Greed and Wrath, I need you two to drive him out to the middle of nowhere. Let him find his own way back home."

As the man is untied, he hesitantly stands while rubbing his wrist. "So, I'm free to go? Just like that?"

"Just a little like that." Before he can question you, you put a bullet in his right knee. He shouts in both pain and surprise, and you grin. "Now you're free to go."

Greed and Wrath stalk forward, grabbing the guy's arms and dragging him out of the room. You don't need to utter a word as other men under your rule step forward, untying the dead bodies and getting them out of there as well.

Looking towards the Sons, you gesture for them to follow. "I have a bar upstairs. It's about to smell like bleach down here, so unless you're into that…"

As you start walking, you grab Opie's hand and tug him after you. You hear Jax chuckle, but soon enough they all start to follow.

Upstairs sits one of your favorite rooms. A sleek mahogany bar runs the length of the side wall, the wall behind it lit up and showcasing every bottle of liquor in stock. There's a clear refrigerator that's stocked with several brands of beer and you even have a few on tap. There are a cluster of couches for those decompressing talks, as well as round tables and chairs for the rowdier gatherings. And for entertainment, there are two dart boards and a pool table.

"Pick your poison, boys. Pride will get you whatever you want so long as we have it."

As the Sons gladly make their way to the bar, Opie stays by your side. He tugs you closer, tucking you into his side and he presses his lips to your temple as your arm wraps around the small of his back. "What is it with naming your men after the seven deadly sins?"

"When I took over, I needed a crew of my very own who would be loyal to me and me only. All my men are obviously loyal, but some have a family of their own who will always be number one to them," you say as you glance up at him. "I get it, I do, but I wanted those who would put me first. My seven deadly sins do that."

As Opie stares down at you, you feel the tension between the two of you amping up. It's always been there, ever since the two of you started hanging out, but neither of you ever acted on it. But as his eyes dart to your lips and your hand finds its way under his shirt so you can stroke the skin of his hip, you know it's inevitable that this friendship is destined to be something more.

"I hate to be a cockblock," you hear Jax muse, "but how exactly is all this going to work out?" You and Opie both exhale in annoyance, glancing at his club president who's smirking between the two of you. "Not that I'm not grateful for the Queen's protection, but we can't be seen as pussies."

"And you won't be," you say. "The Sons of Anarchy will still operate as you have been. I don't care about your club business. But seeing as I've unfortunately grown fond of a few members, I will be on the sidelines waiting to put a bitch in a ditch should they cross a line."

"And what do you consider crossing a line?" Jax asks.

"Any unprovoked kidnappings and/or torture. If you're doing business and you piss someone off, that's on you. But if anyone comes around sniffing around Charming, pushing buttons to see what the response will be, I will set my sins loose."

Jax looks around at his men, gauging their reactions. No one seems to have a word to argue against you and he comes to a conclusion pretty fast. "I can work with that."

"That's what I like to hear." You slowly smile and then smother a laugh when Juice raises a hand. "Yes?"

"What exactly does the queen of the underworld do?"

"Now that's a secret, Mr. Ortiz." You wink at him. "All the prominent families of the underworld are interconnected in a way that I can't explain to you. As of right now, I keep the peace. Or force it if need be." As you smirk, you see Juice shrink down onto a bar stool. "I also make sure the most prominent families aren't murdering anyone without cause."

"When you first came into power, you were the most feared," Happy says. "Why?"

As you look at the man, your smirk slowly vanishes. "Some of the low-class families were looking to make a name for themselves. They waited until my father was at his most vulnerable and killed him in cold blood. They ripped my heart out that day. So, when I took my father's place, I hunted each and every one of them down, and did to them what they did to me."

"Which was?" Juice asks, hanging off your every word.

"I carved their hearts and delivered them to their head of house."

"Holy shit."

No one knows what to say to that, so Jax makes use of the pool table. They crowd around the pool table and dart boards, laughing and enjoying the beer you've offered them. Some of your men even come on up, grabbing themselves a beer and mingling with the Sons.

You feel yourself being led to one of the couches by Opie and then tugged down on his lap. Sitting sideways, you cross one knee over the other and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. "Well, aren't you being a little bold tonight."

Arms around your waist, Opie tugs you closer and lightly drags his nose along your jawline to your ear. "I just watched a beautiful woman avenge my kidnapping and beating." As he moves lower, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, shivering when his beard tickles the area. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we want."

"Hmm. And what do you want, Ope?"

"You."

His teeth nip at your neck, and you quietly groan, moving to capture his lips with your own. Opie gives you a moment- a moment!- to control the kiss and then he's manhandling you on his lap so you're straddling him. As your hands delve into his hair to get a good grip on, his hands slide down your ass until he grasps the back of your thighs to hitch you right where he wants you.

The wolf whistles hardly faze you and you take your time enjoying what Opie's offering you.

It isn't until you hear the chanting of, "El rey, el rey, el rey (king, king, king)," that you pull yourself back from Opie's mouth and glance at your men who stop chanting and immediately explode into cheers and whistles.

"Uhh.. what's going on?"

You glance back at Opie, taking a moment to laugh at your skeleton makeup that's smeared onto half his face, before wiping it off and explaining, "They've been patiently waiting for their reina to find her rey. Outside this compound you might be a Son, but within this compound you're about to become King." Opie slightly gapes and you wiggle your eyebrows at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Winston. Life is about to become a lot more interesting."

[mystra-midnight]

Lost Boys & Golden Girls

summary: it was a known fact that if any of the Sons wanted his dick sucked, he could go to cara cara, and one of the girls would be on their knees in a heartbeat. such was the joy of working with pornstars.

warnings: 18+ only. pornstar!reader. spitroasting. voyerism. reader is pining hard for jax & opie. fake orgasms and a wild imagination.

words: 711.

notes: honestly is every there was a world for pornstar!reader it would be sons of anarchy. of course reader works for cara cara. it's not exactly smutty with the boys but rather her wanting it to be them.

It was a known fact that if any of the Sons wanted his dick sucked, he could go to Cara Cara, and one of the girls would be on their knees in a heartbeat. Such was the joy of working with pornstars. Usually, if Jax needed a release, it was Ima who rose (or rather kneeled) to the occasion, but tonight his focus was entirely on you.

Well, not exactly.

You wished with every fibre of your being and beat of your heart that it was Jax kneeling behind you. You imagined the way the mushroom head of his cock would feel pushing through your slick folds and the stretch as he pushed inside. You already knew that he was big and that you'd feel him in the pit of your stomach. You imagined it was Opie kneeling in front of you, his pre-cum being smeared against your lips. You knew he was big as well, enough to fill your mouth and hit the back of your throat.

Imagining them would be the only thing that would get you through this scene. It would start with Jax's hands landing heavily on your ass, one cheek at a time, then both together, making them jiggle before he'd roughly palm them and spread you open just so he could watch your cunt swallowing his dick. He'd leave your skin stinging and tears ebbing in your eyes.

And then it would continue with Opie's hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair. He'd gather your hair in a messy ponytail to hold while he fucked your throat, making you gag on his cock and leaving drool dripping from your chin. Between the two of them, it wouldn't take long until you were riding the beginnings of an orgasm.

You imagined the way they would mock you for cumming so quickly. They'd talk to each other as if you weren't there, about to fall apart on their cocks. They would use you like a toy and treat you like holes to fill with cum, and you would relish in the attention.

"The sluts gonna cum already." Jax would laugh.

"How long has it been?" Opie would answer.

"About twenty-six seconds." Jax would reply.

All the while, your legs would be trembling and shaking as you struggled to keep yourself from collapsing as Jax fucked you hard and fast, as though he were attempting to rearrange your guts. Your cheeks would be streaked with mascara and tears as Opie held you down on his cock, your nose pressed into the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft.

And when you came, it would be a religious experience. You might not have been religious, but at that moment, you'd believe in heaven. You knew that they would fuck you through your orgasm, making it last longer than you thought possible and leaving you a cock-drunk whore. Jax would abuse that spongy sweet spot until your cum dripped from your cunt and coated your thighs, the way Opie would hit the back of your throat again and again.

You'd take all of it like a good girl just to hear their praise. Opie would stroke your hair, pulling it out of your face, so we could watch the way your eyes would roll back into your skull. Jax would grab greedy handfuls of your ass as he buried himself to the hilt, cumming as deep as he could.

"Such a good whore." Jax would growl the words between his teeth as he came, filling you completely. He'd watch the way it would spill out around his cock—too much to fit in your tight cunt.

"Swallow it. All of it." Opie would instruct, keeping his cock buried in your throat. He'd groan when he felt you swallowing around him, and then again when you gagged and moan and swallowed down as much of his cum as possible before it leaked from the edges of your puckered lips.

Hearing Luann's voice brought you back to the moment—the feeling of a dozen pairs of eyes on you as you performed. The scene resembled what you had been imagining: one man behind you, one kneeling in front of you, and them spit-roasting you into oblivion. Unlike your imagination, it wasn't nearly as good.

[j0hnny-d3pp]

Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Stolen Sweater

Pairing: Opie Winston x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 700

Summary: You get cold at home and find warmth in one of Opie’s sweaters. When Opie returns from a quick run, his heart melts finding you in his sweater.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 4 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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Winter in Charming was one of those things that you had a love/hate relationship with. You loved being all snuggled up in the covers with a hot drink watching your favorite winter movie, you especially loved being wrapped in Opie’s arms under a blanket on the couch. However, you hated being out in the cold and you hated when Opie had to be out in the cold as well.

This was one of those times.

The club had to make a run to Stockton to work out some kind of trade deal from what you understood. When Opie left, you made sure he was wrapped up in a thick jacket and that his warmest beanie covered his head and ears. He gave you a loving kiss and an ‘I love you’ before mounting his bike and heading off to meet the guys at the clubhouse.

You watched him and once he was out of sight, you realized just how cold it was outside. Shivering, you re-entered your home and made a beeline to the master bedroom, specifically to Opie’s side of the closet. You dug through his shirts until you found what you were looking for — your favorite sweater of his. The second you slipped it over your head, you were instantly welcomed with warmth and comfort. His cologne still lingered on the sweater from the last time he had worn it despite having been washed, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

With Opie on the road and the kids in school, you decided to take some time to warm yourself up before running your errands and meeting Tara for lunch. You made yourself a hot chocolate with marshmallows piled high and curled up on the couch. If only I could stay here all day.

It was as if the universe heard your thought. Your phone began ringing, checking the caller ID you see it’s Tara. You answered and she informed you that she couldn’t meet for lunch today due to being swamped with surgeries all day long. Before ending the call, the two of you made plans for next week.

As much as you didn’t want to get up and run your errands, you knew you had to, unfortunately food wasn’t going to magically appear in the fridge. You let out a sigh and headed out the door with your purse and keys in hand.

Once the errands had been completed, you returned home and put away your groceries. After that you took your seat back on the couch, where you stayed until you heard the familiar rumble of Opie’s motorcycle. You heard the jingle of keys and the lock turning, the door opened revealing your gentle giant of a man entering your shared home. “Welcome back!” You beamed, jumping up from the couch and pulling him into a kiss which he happily reciprocated. “Thank God you’re back! I was so bored without you.” You spoke dramatically, eliciting a laugh from Opie which in turn had you laughing too. You loved hearing his laugh, it was so contagious and music to your ears. That laugh and his bright smile instantly made any bad day better.

“Luckily for you, it was a quick and easy trip.” He stepped back from you and studied what you were wearing. Opie had this feeling that something was different but he didn’t know what it was until he looked you over. “Is that my sweater?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew it was but he wanted you to admit it.

“Nooooo…?” You answered, playfully nervous with a matching facial expression. You knew he didn’t care, in fact, he loved seeing you in his clothes. They way you drowned in them was something he found so adorable.

“I leave for half the day and come back to my girl in a stolen sweater from my side of the closet. Unbelievable!” Opie returned the playful teasing. “I’ll just have to steal something from you in return.” A mischievous smirk crept upon his face. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours. A stolen kiss. If this was always the outcome of stealing his clothes, then you’d never stop.

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Imagine # 1,027

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Year posted - 2022

*What a wonderful view... I'll go get the lawn chairs and cocktails! 😉

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

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DALTON.

*Last Night*

It was easy getting them drunk. The key was looking as if you were keeping up, as if you were drinking just as much. Brad was easier to fool, even though he was bigger than Riley; both taller and muscular. But Riley had a lot more going on in his head, he just wanted to prove himself – which always brought a man’s self-confidence down. No matter what.

  I knew these two would be the perfect lackies. One with no brains, and the other so desperate to fit in that he would do anything… But I’d have to work my way up to that first.

  Because first, I needed to make Riley feel as though he had a friend, a true friend.

“How you going?” Dalton said, leaning against the bar, Riley was awkwardly bopping his head to the music, beer in hand.

   “Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, really good-“ Riley gave a tight-lipped smile and took another sip of his beer. It was lukewarm now.

   “Wanna get outta here?” Dalton asked, bumping his shoulder against the smaller man.

“And go where?” Riley asked, eyes glued to the dancefloor, to where Brad was dancing with two women. The only two women who were attractive. The rest of the bar was half-full of twenty-somethings who had finished work.

  It was the closest bar, an hour out of Charming. They’d have to drive at least another hour to find a proper club.

   When one of the girls grabbed onto Brad’s hand and started leading him off the dancefloor, Riley sculled the last of his beer and nodded his head.

   “Yeah, lets go-“

KAELIE.

After an hour and a half of riding, Opie’s phone started to buzz. You knew, because you could feel the vibrations from his back pocket against your thigh.

   You knew you couldn’t pull it out, because even if either of you could press the phone against your ear, you wouldn’’t be able to hear the person on the other end.

 So, you let it ring out, the vibrating becoming more and more awkward as it continued on. And god, it wouldn’t let up. It made your stomach clench; it must be important. Very important.

  It had to be about Dalton.

He’d done something, he had to have, for the phone to still be ringing, every ten minutes.

  You had no idea how much longer you were going to be on the road for, but you knew next time you’d have to get Opie to keep his phone somewhere else. Because you were trying to daydream, and this was making it impossible to do so.

You weren’t going to sit here and let anxiety take hold of you. You’d had enough of Dalton and his shit. So, you decided to actively change what your mind was thinking of.

   You could feel the sweat forming on your scalp, sliding down your temple, over your forehead and it started dripping from your nose. Ew, ew, ew, you thought. Just wanting to get in the shower. You needed to stay in there and scrub yourself. God, you wished you could’ve brought all of your toiletries, but only a toothbrush, toothpaste and some make up would fit.

JAX.

 The gavel banged and the Sons left the meeting.

Half-sack was behind the bar, wiping down the bench and nodded at each of the men as they walked past.

   “You’re with us,” Clay barked at the Prospect, and he practically dropped the cloth.

Outside, Jax walked past Clay, and climbed onto his bike. He watched as Clay got onto his own, clipped on his helmet, revved his bike, and rode off. Tig, Bobby, Juice and Half-sack followed him, Tig blowing them kisses as he went.

   They were going to meet with Zobelle, see what he was about. What he had to say.

Jax and Chibs had other orders.

    “Ye right Jackie?” Chibs called out, sliding on his sunglasses and leather gloves. The sun beat down on them, hot and unyielding.

“Yeah, all good,” Jax replied back, turning on his bike and kicking the little stand into place. He waited until Chibs’ bike was rumbling to leave, and off they went.

  By the time they reached Opie’s place, both of them were soaked through. Though neither would take off their kutte. They hadn’t even thought about it. And yet, Jax still wore his long jeans, as Chibs wore long pants as well.

This was the first-time any of the Sons had visited Opie’s house without him there. It felt weird, or maybe it just felt weird not to have Opie in town. He had grown up there, hadn’t vacationed in another country, or even another state. Even his honeymoon with Donna wasn’t too far from town.

So, it was very odd to see that the windows had been closed, the shutters down, curtains blocking anyone’s view from the outside. Even when Opie left the house, everything was open. He even left the door unlocked. (Which had freaked you out when you first started staying with him. But he explained that everyone knew it was his place. And then you explained Dalton and … he started locking everything.)

   As the two men walked up the front steps, Jax with Opie’s mail in his back pocket, had found the spare key underneath a withered pot plant, and opened the door. Opie had told him where the key was hidden – a new one that was cut only days before you both left.

Opening the door, Jax’s attention was drawn instantly to the floor, to an envelope.

 It didn’t say who it was from, but both already knew.

The yellow A3 envelope contained photos of Kaelie and Opie leaving, but more annoyingly, of the Prospect who had been trailing Dalton as well.

    “Well, that fucker is pretty good,” Chibs said as he closed the door and took a look at the photos. “Hell, Opie looks the most happy since Donna …” The Scotsman raised his brows and blinked slowly, and then looked at Jax, who just nodded.

 “That’s why I want to nail this guy. When he’s gone, Opie and Kaelie can come back. It’s what Ope deserves, after everything.”

OPIE.

All this shit with Kaelie had to stop at some point, and they would return to Charming. But for now, Opie wanted to give her some good experiences. Make a few great memories.

It was why they arrived at one of the nicest places he had stayed. With Donna. But he wasn’t going to tell Kaelie that.

  Opie could hear your voice, the awe at the large cottage. It was a bed and breakfast, a nice one too. Opie didn’t mind spending a bit more for the night, unbeknownst to him that you would pay for this one as soon as you had the chance to.

The driveway was large and had a parking lot beside the house. This time of year it wouldn’t be too busy, with people wanting to visit the beach rather than a cottage not too far from the city.

  You practically leapt from the bike, almost hurting yourself as you unclipped the stupid helmet and quickly fixed your damp hair. Once you had slung your back over your back and tied up your hair, you were glad to follow Ope into the cosy house.

  There was a large porch, with a swinging chair, and vines that seemingly wrapped and grew around every part of the house. There were bushes with flowers and gnomes that stood proudly in front of the lush garden.

   “It’s beautiful,” you said as you stood beside Opie, there was a large bell mounted beside the front door, which said ‘open,’ in pretty dainty script across the glass.

Opie opened the door and let you walk in first, and you groaned in appreciation. The air conditioner was on and stood in the middle of the room, letting the air blast you. Minutes passed as Opie checked the both of you in and asked for one bed.

There was one flight of stairs and the lovely lady from the desk, who must also be the owner, unlocked the room and handed over the key.

   Inside was breathtaking. There was a four-poster bed, with a large window overlooking the forest (luckily not the parking lot), the sunlight filtered through the window. But it didn’t heat up the room, there was a thermostat on the wall next to the door. You smiled. A giddy feeling in your stomach, and then you walked past the desk that had a mirror and you frowned.

   “I’m taking a shower,” you announced and Opie nodded, a small smile forming.

You walked into the ensuite and nearly gasped. There was actual shampoo and conditioner, proper body wash and fresh towels. In a flash, you shut the door, kicked off your shoes and undressed.

While you were in the bathroom, Opie pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons. Within three rings, the other person answered it.

   “Hey,” Jax answered, “where are you guys? How are you guys.”

“We’re just past Lodi now, a few hours from town. I can tell Kaelie’s getting restless.”

 Opie kicked off his large boots and sat on the bed as he listened to Jax talk.

     “You guys are gonna have to come home at some point, and I have an idea-“ Off came Opie’s socks and kutte. He leaned back on the bed.

“So, you’re gonna need some leverage. And don’t worry Ope, this guy is majorly fucked up. Unser’s found some shit on him. But I thought you could find something, especially with Kaelie’s help. You’ll be able to come home.”

  “Yeah, we can do that. And I’m not surprised he’s done some fucked up shit. Any way Unser can use his actual badge and arrest this guy?” Stifling a yawn, Opie rubbed at one of his eyes.

“He needs evidence, but the right kind, and Dalton might be locked up for a while.”

Opie’s eyebrows rose, but eyes felt heavy, “shit, that’s some good news.”

   “Yeah it is, but you need to start looking. Get to a computer and look him up, maybe there’s an old report on him.”

   “Got it,” Opie said and yawned.

“I’m gonna have to go,” Jax said, another voice coming from his end, “look, I love you Ope, be safe.” And he hung up.

  That’s all Opie registered before he fell asleep.

GEMMA.

The day was hot and yet Gemma still wore her usual black. It was gonna be somebody’s funeral, she swore as she walked up the steps to the local library.

She shifted her large handbag as she walked into the airconned building. Sweat slid down her chest, and her irritability rose.

   “Hey,” she said at the empty front desk. Not caring that there were other people in the building. She fucking hated libraries. It wasn’t the books, no, she liked reading. It was the fucking audacity of the librarians coming to press their fingers against their lips and shoosh her. It happened from her childhood to the day she didn’t have to go to the fucking library anymore.

  A middle-aged woman with greying hair came out from the back. A stack of books in her hands, she hurried to the desk and smiled. “How can I help you?”

   “You got a computer?”

“Oh, yes we have a few. It’s five dollars for twenty minutes.” The woman didn’t look like a normal librarian, no pursed lips or narrowed eyes.

   “Ugh thought libraries were supposed to be free or somethin’,” Gemma scoffed, rifling through her bag to find her purse. But she hadn’t noticed how her voice had quietened.

“I know, I hate having to say that. The library is the only place you’re not expected to buy anything. But the computers are new and I don’t know I have to charge you honey,” she shrugged her shoulders empathetically.

Handing over the money, the librarian beckoned her to follow as she walked to the other end of the building. There were rows and rows of books, and then they came to an area with five computers, two of them were occupied.

   “Thanks,” Gemma said as the lady pulled out the chair, nodded and walked off.

Gemma sat down on the plastic chair and took out her glasses and a piece of folded paper with Dalton’s full name, date of birth and old childhood address. She typed it into the search bar and clicked enter.

KAELIE.

The shower was more than pleasant. The pressure was perfect; you were in there for forty-five minutes.

  Stepping out and wrapping the towel around yourself, you squeezed the excess water from your hair, dried yourself and re-dressed. Wiping a hand over the fogged mirror, you stared at yourself for a few moments. There seemed to be a sunkissed glow from your face and neck, and you spotted a few more freckles. Those hours riding in the sun did more than just make you sweaty and give you a sore back.

   You french-braided your hair and walked into the bedroom. Even the carpet felt nicer than the motel’s. It felt … plusher. Wiggling your toes, you opened your mouth and then heard a very small snore coming from the bed.

   Tilting your head to the side, you put your glasses on and took a few steps. The giant form of Opie lay half on the bed, his feet still on the ground. But he was too far into dreamland to bother to move.

   “Hmm,” you said and walked over to him.

Opie Winston looked so much younger when he was asleep. Even with the beard. There was an innate serenity that seemed to emanate from him, especially when he was asleep. Like it was radiating from him.

  You noticed his kutte and picked it up. It had some weight to it, unexpectedly. You moved it to the chair, displaying it, giving it its own seat.

   Then you moved his boots and tucked his socks inside them. You hadn’t thought of how exhausted he must be, and chastised yourself for it.

   “Hey,” you said lightly. You thought about moving his legs around but decided against it, thinking of possible injury.

  He didn’t move, so you lightly shook him.

“Yea-huh?” Opie said groggily, and blinked slowly.

     “You fell asleep like this, do you want to get into a more comfortable position?” You whispered, trying to keep Opie as …sleepy as possible.

   “What? Oh, I fell asleep?” He said starting to sit up.

“No no, lay back down, everything’s okay. Just move up,” you leant down and gently grasped his legs, and he understood.

   “Thanks,” he said with a yawn and did as you said.

Smiling as he nestled on his side, you went over to your bag to get out a book.

DALTON.

It had to be apart of the plot for me to look hungover, so I didn’t comb my hair as usual and rubbed my eyes before walking into the break room. It was empty except for Riley, who looked green and was slumped over in his chair.

   “I feel fucking terrible,” I announced as I walked in and plunked down on the seat closest to Riley. His eyes shot to me and the movement seemed to upset him more.

 “You don’t look that bad,” he remarked, and I heard his stomach gurgle. Lightweight, I wanted to bark at him. They had left the bar well before one am, and Riley had been babbling about how much he hated Brad, hated his mother and … his life. God, he was going to be an easy target.

It was then that Brad walked in, a swagger in his steps, “morning gentlemen,” he said with a smirk. His blonde hair was as windsept as always, and as loaded with hairspray as always.

  I heard Riley make a slight noise, almost like a whimper, and he ran out of the room, clutching his stomach.

    “Oh shit,” Brad said, and took Riley’s seat, “he doesn’t look good.” The words were said without concern and with slight amusement.

“He said he drank,” I murmured, squinting. Brad only grunted, and sat back, that smirk still on his face. Okay, I’ll bite.

    “Where’d you end up?” I asked, taking a sip out of my water bottle.

“Those two chicks I left with? Yeah, went back to one of their places and we fucked,” he said shamelessly.

   This fucking guy.

“No shit, wow, I’m impressed,” I put as much pep as I could muster into my reply. What a fucking liar, he saw him get back in his car and leave from the window.

  “Yeah, I think one was a virgin,” he coughed, and nodded. As soon as Peter walked in he sat up straight.

   “Morning ho- where’s Riley?” Peter started then stopped, his eyes flickering between Brad and I.

GEMMA.

 ‘This kid is fucking insane,’ Gemma mumbled, scrolling through the article she’d found.

It had taken a half-hour to find something solid, but she had found it, nonetheless. Unser had given her the dates and names of people, places, and towns – and she nearly jumped from her chair when she everything corroborated.

After reading that article, it didn’t take long for another one to stand out. One had truly horrified Gemma.

It was a fire. A deadly one.

  Three people had perished in the fire. Well, two people and a baby.

The source of the fire couldn’t be found, but police say it had been purposefully lit. The whole house had burned, utterly and completely, to the ground. The sole survivor was the foster teen who was unnamed for safety reasons.

   “Could he be in the Juvenile records?,” Gemma asked herself, taking off her glasses and leaning back in the chair.

She crossed her arms and closed her eyes. There was a dirty feeling, like oil in the pit of her stomach, or like a thousand eyes were staring at her bare body.

  ‘God, a baby,’ Gemma thought, and her mouth went dry.

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Opie Winston filth alphabet please?

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ahhhhh this made my heart so full! i utterly adore Opie, -i'm saying this as queen of the juice ortiz defense squad mind you, he's my love. i'll be happy, no thrilled to do this one for you, thanks for asking!!

Warnings;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. This content is made for us grown people. Go read some fluff or angst or better yet... do your homework. Go on, I know you have it. school is important, m'kay... your friendly local airhead loves you all but the fact remains.. there's some stuff you don't need to read/might not want to see just yet and those are as follows; consensual somnophilia, rough sex, body fluids, bondage, sex positions, breeding kink, praise kink, dick sizes, hosiery/lingerie/thigh highs, dominance, size kink, height difference, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, marking, d*ddy kink, toys, and the usual other things one finds on these.

Taglist;

@beardedbarba and @chieflawyerpastatoad are the only people on my Sons of Anarchy taglist. if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the link above.

-- sadfaces, I have no graphic for Opie -or any of my boys from SOA yet. It's coming though, i just never thought anybody would ask for SOA from me, so I'm thrilled rn!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- will cuddle and stroke your hair and kiss all over you. Likes to pull you right on top of him and wrap his arm around you. Loves skin to skin contact so he's not getting dressed immediately after if he has time to just enjoy the afterglow. If you say you're hungry or thirsty or anything he's getting you whatever you want.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- tits, ass, legs and hair. But most of all, thighs. He likes every part of your body to be honest.

--- it's not a body part BUT.. his strength and his height.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- has had a quickie with you then made you come somewhere with him, his cum still inside you, smirking every time you squirm to try and keep it inside you. Will push his cum back into you if any leaks out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- upskirt pictures. he takes them of you and collects them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh, he's got plenty of experience. And he knows what he's doing but is also willing to learn and try new things, so he's just getting better.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Missionary, stand and deliver -standing up, standing up in front of a mirror -he loves to watch the way his cock kind of pushes against your tum from the inside, bending you over the bed or table, cowgirl and it's reverse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- He's a mix of serious and goofy. If you queef, he will laugh. If you bump teeth or noses, he's laughing. But then he's back to showering you with affection and saying the dirtiest yet sweetest shit you'll ever hear in your life in your ear / against your skin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- he keeps himself trimmed pretty short. it's there, but it's barely there. he's very clean. the hair is darker, coarse and if he lets it grow / doesn't have time or something, it can get really thick and out of control fast because his hair grows pretty fast.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- oh gods, this man... he's kissing, touching, praising, begging, holding you as close as he can get you, repeatedly tells you he loves you, he will definitely be the guy to fill the bed with rose petals on your anniversary.. he's a huuuge romantic. just doesn't show it right away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- will face time you if they're doing a normal charity run or something and jack off / talk dirty / watch you get yourself off if he's away for a few days.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- choking/biting/scratches down his back, praise kink givingandgetting, dominance kink, size kink, height difference, lingerie/hosiery/thigh highs and knee socks, breeding kink, cum play, orgasm denial / orgasm control / edging, spanking, masturbation, light bondage kink, marking, collars -if he buys you a necklace this is basically that, somnophilia -if you've both agreed on terms and a word you can use or some way to let him know you're not into free use while you're asleep on a particular night,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- on his motorcycle, against a wall, in the shower, in bed, on the kitchen counter, against a window / mirror/reflective surface so he can see you when he takes you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

--- arguing, low cut shirts and the way your tits look in said shirts, the way you melt into him and sigh, kissing, neck kissing, when you sit on his lap or thigh, sucking his cock, biting his neck or his bottom lip, playing with his neck at the back, beneath his hair... yeah, that's a sweet spot for him, oops rip. Massages too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- share you, degradation or slap/hit you. he's not into scat or golden showers either. Anything else is on the table though..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- he fucking loves to give. And he's damn good at it too, he always pushes and coaxes a few out of you -the messier he is when he's done, the more you moan and beg and whimper and drag your nails over his scalp or across his shoulders. His tongue combined with his fingers, holy fuck all.. I'm down baaaad your honor. I feel like he's definitely messy with this because he loves doing it so much that he kind of loses control and goes feral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Both, actually. If he's fast and rough it's a quickie, he's angry/hate fucking you or jealous and slow and sensual is when he's just so in love with you that he wants to take his time and really make you feel it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's not gonna turn down a quickie, not him, not ever. He prefers to take his time but he knows there's not always time for that, sometimes it's just bending you over the kitchen table, fisting your hair and going straight at it like rabbits. It happens a fair bit, between MC emergencies, work and whatever you have going on + kiddos popping in and out or the potential of that happening, yeahhh. But he makes it work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Opie is down for anything, almost. He'll try anything you want to try or anything he sees / hears about that seems like a fun time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- at least two. How long he lasts depends on rest/recovery in between, how much he's drawn out foreplay -which he does allll the time, btw, and will make him get there quicker on occasion, esp if he's held out for a while, and how tired you both are prior to getting it on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- He doesn't own any but... If you do and you want him to use them on you, he will. Also, man will go down on you with ice or having just eaten a mint with icy cold breath and oh holy fuuuuck...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- depends on his mood. Most of the time he isn't, but when he is, oh my fucking god, he'll have you begging, on the verge of frustrated tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- that quiet husky voice whispering everything he wants to do to you as he's doing it to you against the shell of your ear. Swearing. Praising you, telling you "you take my cock so well, baby girl, think you can handle all of it?" as he slams into you deeper and slower, growling. But this is for the most part, quieter. He's not trying to awaken the dead. Now, if you scream... he won't stop you and he lowkey gets off on how loud he can make you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- he cums a lot. and its thick too. Additionally, he likes to be tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- man is hung. thick girth, slightly above average length -totally using the 'big hands' theory here, he's got a thick vein that runs along the underside and it's got just the teeeniest little bit of a curve to it. I'm not entirely sure whether he's cut or no, so for arguments sake, we'll say he's cut. The tip is a pretty lil pinkish red. When he fucks you, it will stretch and burn a little bit, moreso if you're a)a virgin and not used to taking cock at all. or b)it's been a while.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- Opie's got an average sex drive. He's damn sure not about to turn it down but at the same time, it's not like he needs it like say, air to breathe. He enjoys sex, but he doesn't constantly need it to function.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- This man is out light a light, might as well call your pussy Nyquil. BUT... he's wrapped around you from behind usually, holding on nice and tight. Which feels lovely and it's warm and cozy but... god forbid you gotta get up and take a piss at any point bc he's hard as hell to wake up.

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Halloween SOA Day 6: Haunted Mirror

“What do you see, when you look in the mirror” inquired Opie quietly of his best friend Jax. “Just us brother” replied Jax as he took in the full length gothic looking mirror that had a scratch done the center of the glass. Opies shoulders slumped as he averted his gaze to his feet. “Told you” cackled the figure in the mirror.

“You doing okay brother? I know it’s only been a couple of weeks since Donna’s death but you seem……” started Jax unsure what words to use to describe the state of his best friend. The man before him looked nothing like the Opie he had grown up with. It was like his life was being sucked out of him. “Just exhausted brother” replied Opie as he finally looked at Jax. “Hard to sleep alone. Not the same around here without Donna’s love” he added trying not to flinch at the low growl coming from the mirror. He knew he would pay for his words later.

“Get some rest brother. Everything will straighten out” replied Jax as he pulled Opie too him for a hug. “Will do” stated Opie as he walked Jax out the door. Opie slumped wearily against the door and slid his tall frame down to the floor. He had never been a believer of the supernatural or afterlife until his wife had been killed. He had begged and pleaded for her to be brought back no matter the consequences. Which is how he found himself in the current position. Being stalked by some being disguised as his wife in a stupid mirror he couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard he tried.

At first the being had seemed like Donna. So much so he had let it out of the mirror as it had instructed him. They had dinner together and watched a movie before heading to bed. It had all felt so normal, so real. Then morning came and he realized his mistake. He had barely gotten the thing back into the mirror without injury to himself but it had already latched onto his mind. He could feel it slowly draining him from the inside out. “Don’t worry baby. We will be reunited soon” cooed the being crouched in the mirror watching him with too big eyes. “Donna” whispered Opie before everything went cold and black.

*2 weeks later*

“You okay Jackie Boy���? asked Chibs as he stood next to a haggard looking Jax. Jax was gazing intently into a large mirror in his living room, hardly noticing Chibs. “What do you see?” whispered Jax not looking away as his eyes stayed glued to his best friends as he stood between both their dead wives. “Just us. Why?” asked Chibs concern showing on his face. “Nothing, Think I just need some sleep” replied Jax as he tore his eyes away from the mirror. Chibs nodded as they made their way to the door.” Let me know if you need anything Laddie. The club and I are always here for ya” replied Chibs before hugging him goodbye. Jax closed his eyes once he shut the door. The sound of giggling and heavy footsteps were the last things he remembered.

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“Keep smiling at me like that”

Summary - Opie looks back through your relationship, wondering what he could have done to deserve you in his life. Prompt - “Keep smiling at me like that.”   Pairing - Harry “Opie” Winston x Female Reader Word Count - 525 Warnings - N/A A/N - Requests are currently open. You can find my request guidelines here Prompt List

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Opie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten sometimes. After Donna's murder, he couldn't think about being anyone else, then one day you showed up at the shop. Your car needed a lot of work, why you were still driving it baffled Opie, however, a job was a job so he did everything he could to make your car as roadworthy as possible.

Repairing your car took several weeks to do over that time the two of you found yourselves having various conversations. At first, it had been strictly about your car, however as time went on the two of you began to get to know each other on a more personal level.

It was not long before Opie fell hard for you. He had not experienced feelings like this in a long time, and understandably he was terrified of getting hurt. Even thinking about entering a relationship with someone new was terrifying. It was not only himself he had to consider, but it was also his children. A conversation with Jax put things into perspective for him, and after much debate, he finally asked you out.

The first date was followed by date nights, then by days out with the children when Opie finally felt like you weren't about to run for the hills. You were something stable for Opie, a person he could rely on when times got tough. You were everything he could have asked for in another.

"Keep smiling at me like that." Opie had been so consumed by his thoughts he had been oblivious to you entering the laundry room with an arm full of laundry.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I got caught up in my own head for a second." Placing the basket of laundry of the ground, you instinctively wandered over to him and wrapped your arms around him his torso. Opie instinctively returned the embrace wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve a second chance?

"Everything okay? I presumed you were happy due to the way you were smiling at me when I walked in."

"I was just wondering how I managed to get so lucky with you. Honestly, Sweetheart, after Donna died, I was sceptical for a long time. I wonder if you hadn't walked into the shop that day, what my life would be like now."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Opie knew you were right, still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running away, from him now and again. Leaning down, Opie brushed his lips against yours softly at first before he turned his head so he could deepen the kiss.

"What do you say we stay in today, just you, me and the kids? We can even order pizza."

"That sounds great, you order the pizza, and I'll grab the snacks and the drinks." Leaving the laundry for another day, you pulled away to get the day started.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too, I'll save you a seat since I think you need a cuddle." Opie laughed, maybe you were right, maybe he should focus more on the future rather than the past...

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Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

Imagine coming home to Charming after years in New York and you have to tell your family what you do for a living.

Words: 9.6K Author's Note: Trigger warning for offensive language. Gemma says a slur word to her daughter who's dressed tomboy-ish.

Growing up with the Sons of Anarchy as your family, it was no wonder you grew up a tomboy. Your mother did everything in her power to get you into dresses and skirts, but when that failed she tried for anything form fitting. Your stepdad and brother were grateful you stood strong, and the only form fitting clothing you wore was a tank top beneath a large flannel that rarely came off.

Dating was a no-no, especially with your brother and his best friend just a couple grades above you, but it wasn't like you were interested in anyone at school anyway. Having bikers as family and friends skewed your taste in the opposite sex, but considering you were SAMCRO royalty, no one close to your age would ever look in your direction. All except Opie.

Opie Winston was the one boy who looked past your tomboy exterior, brushing off all the teasing from your brother and his future brothers when he would spend a little too much time with you, teaching you how to fix up cars. But all good things eventually came to an end when Jax and Opie dropped out of high school so they could finally prospect for the club. You stayed in school, drawing into yourself, and doing the best you could so you could get into a decent college.

The relationship between you and Opie practically became nonexistent, which you knew would happen but had hoped it wouldn't, and your mom was the only one who saw how it had hurt you. She tried to cheer you up by telling you that boys would come and go, but you shrugged her off and threw yourself into your studies.

So after applying for many grants and scholarships and using the money you had in a trust fund that your father had started since before you were born, you applied to colleges all over the US in hopes of landing a school with a decent nursing program. After all, the club could use all the help since they were constantly coming back to the clubhouse injured, and sooner or later Chibs' medical expertise would not be enough.

When you had gotten your acceptance letter to NYU, the Teller-Morrow household erupted into complete chaos. For the most part, your mother and Clay kept their cool, and it was Jax who blew up and told you you weren't going anywhere. You and Jax had never devolved into a screaming match, but that night you did. And then Gemma had jumped onto the bandwagon, threatening to disown you if you stepped foot outside of the state, but surprisingly it was Clay who calmed everyone down. He wanted to listen to your plans and after everyone had calmed down, you explained it to them.

Your mother and Jax weren't happy, but when Clay's mind was made up there was no changing it. He tried to figure out if there were other schools closer that could give you the education you needed, but you pleaded with him that you needed out of reach from the club. You had nothing against the Sons of Anarchy, hell you loved them all, but you needed to grow and do your own thing without them interfering. And after many promises to come home for the holidays and to return to Charming after you've earned your degree, Clay gave you his blessing to go.

Your mother and Clay threw you a big going away party that you spent outside on the picnic table once the croweaters started making their rounds. You had been excited to finally be able to get out of town, especially when Opie started seeing someone who wasn't club affiliated. According to Jax it was serious and the last thing you wanted to see was your crush happy with someone else.

Over the next few years, you kept your promise and made it home for the holidays. Each and every time your mother picked you up for the airport, she was always annoyed that you hadn't come back made over and sporting something fashionable. And the times you couldn't make it home, they reluctantly understood.

But now you were coming home for good and the only person who knew was your mother.

Walking out of the airport, wheeling two cases behind you, you find your ma waiting outside, perched on the hood of her black Cadillac. She catches sight of you, moving her sunglasses from her face to the top of her head. "Seriously, baby girl? You could have at least worn a pair of short shorts or something."

You laugh as you near, letting go of your suitcases to hug her. "Missed you too, ma. How's everyone?"

"Stuck in church. Figured we'd surprise them with your glamorous ass perched at the bar, but you seem to be stuck in baggy jeans and shirts."

As you pull away to grab your suitcases and stow them in the trunk of her car, you say, "You're the only one who has a problem with my wardrobe choices."

"Because Clay and Jax will happily go through life letting the club continue thinking that you never grew tits." You laugh and then walk over to the passenger door, opening it and dropping into the seat. "Baby, you're never gonna get yourself a man if you continue dressing like your brother," your mother then says from her seat behind the wheel.

"Ma," you laugh some more, "if a man doesn't want me in all my tomboy-ish glory, then is he really the man for me?"

Gemma hums as she drives, mumbles something beneath her breath, but then smiles when you ask her to repeat herself. Then the entire drive back to Charming, she fills you in about what the club's been up to since you were last in town.

Pulling up into the Teller-Morrow Automotive parking lot makes you giddy, and you readily climb out of your ma's car when she parks. There are a few people manning the garage, but they're members you were never close to. The clubhouse is empty, with the exception of a few croweaters milling about, and you readily head to the bar. You hop up on a stool, awaiting the end of church, and ask the croweater behind the bar for a soda.

A black cap sitting on the bar catches your attention and you grab it up, putting it on backwards so the words Reaper Crew run across your forehead.

Immediately your ma pulls it off and you huff at her. "No. You already look dyke enough. You're not wearing the cap."

"Ma," you whine. "Come on."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"If I lose the shirt will you let me have the cap?"

Your ma's eyes narrow before she looks you up and down. "You mean the flannel?"

"No, I'll need the flannel to keep Jax and Clay from wrapping me up and marching me out of the clubhouse. I'll lose the shirt, but keep the flannel left open."

"Huh. Let me see what you're working with first."

You roll your eyes as the croweater behind the bar chuckles, but you don't give her shit for laughing at you. You've seen her around before and she was one of the few decent ones. So standing, you strip out of your flannel and then pull your shirt off over your head. When you can see again, you see your mother appraising you. Beneath the shirt you wore a plain white tube top and the waistband of your Calvin Klein underwear are on display thanks to your jeans riding low on your hips.

"Huh." Gemma muses, eyes taking on a sparkling sheen. "So my daughter does have a bod." You shake your head at her as she hands you back the cap and you put it on backwards once again. Then picking up the flannel, you slide your arms through the sleeves and leave it unbuttoned as promised. "I wish you would show it off more."

"Why?" You reclaim your seat on the barstool, sipping your soda.

"Because you need to snag yourself a man and start popping out some grandbabies." You choke on your drink. "Your brother's a slut puppy and won't make me a grandma."

"Jesus Christ." You take the offered napkin from the bartender to wipe up the spewed soda and then start giggling. "Ma, no. Just no. I'm too young to ruin my body right now. You can start bugging me when I'm thirty."

"But-"

"Nope."

The chapel doors open, signaling the end of church, and you turn around in your seat. You plant your feet on the footholds of the stool, spreading your arms on either side of you along the bar top. Gemma turns on her own stool, crossing one knee over the other, ready to see everyone's reactions. A few Sons you're friendly with spot you first, but you're quick to raise a finger to your mouth to signify them to keep silent. They understand and move aside, stopping and waiting for Clay and Jax to take notice.

Opie, however, sees you before your family does and his eyes widen. "YN?"

Jax looks to his best friend who's staring right at you, and then follows his gaze. "Holy shit." Jax's astonished words clue in Clay to look forward as well and both their surprised expressions morph into one of elation. "You're home?"

"I'm home. For good." You smirk as you hop off your stool, accepting your brother's hug as he nears. "Skipped out on the big graduation ceremony since none of you were going to be able to make it, so they'll be mailing me my diploma."

"Why the hell didn't you say anything? We would've escorted you in."

You pull back and punch his shoulder. "Because I didn't want an escort. It's not a big deal."

"I beg to differ," Clay drawls. You face your stepdad, smiling wide at him and move to hug him. "Hey, baby girl. It's good to have you home."

"It's good to be home," you tell him. "I love New York, but there's just something about Charming and the MC. I've missed it so much."

"We've missed you too."

After Clay and Jax get their hugs in, you're fair game. Opie is the first to get his arms around you and you laugh as he practically engulfs you in his arms. Bobby and Chibs shove one another to hug you first, leaving you a giggling mess, and you fist bump Happy when you see him smirking at you. You walk over to Piney, kissing the old man's cheek before hugging him, and then swat at Tig when he wiggles his eyebrows at you as he glances at your chest. Juice is the only idiot to actually say something about the skin you're showing, but Jax swats him upside the back of his head.

You laugh as you hug Juice. "Missed you too, Juan Carlos. Now please stop ogling me before my brother takes you to the ring."

Juice blushes as he nervously chuckles. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

When you're back between Opie and your brother, the latter of who keeps trying to close your flannel, Jax finally gives up and says, "So you know what this means, right?"

"What?"

"A welcome home party."

"Oh no, Jax, I don't-"

"Hey everyone!" Jax suddenly shouts and you groan, letting Opie sling an arm around your shoulders so you can lean into him. "Since the princess of SAMCRO is back for good, we're having a party tonight!"

"Jesus Christ, Jackson," you mumble. "Now ma's gonna hound me until I wear something slutty."

Opie laughs as Jax looks back at you, shrugging. "What you're wearing right now is fine. Just lose the flannel," he says and then frowns as if he doesn't really like that idea.

"No thanks. I rather not have pervy hands accidentally brush up against me all night long." You grab both sides of the flannel then and shut it over your chest, crossing your arms over it. "Ma wouldn't let me keep the cap until I made a compromise. I lost my shirt, but I got the cap in return."

Jax reaches for the cap, yanking it off your head and putting it on his own. "There. Now go grab your shirt. The cap looks better on me anyway."

"Bitch." You laugh, but do as he's said.

Your mother grumbles as you pull your shirt back on, but quiets down when you leave your flannel behind the bar. She then grabs the keys to an Escalade and tells you to get your ass in the passenger seat. Though it's your party, you've still got to help do the shopping.

Hours later, you've got both your suitcases stored away in Jax's dorm while you freshen up. You've decided to change out of jeans since it was a little warm and decided a shower sounded pretty good as well. And since your ma clearly approved of a tube top, you decide to surprise her a bit more. So after you're done showering and mostly drying your hair, you pull on your bra and underwear before pulling on a plain white crop top and jean short overalls.

You put on the minimum amount of makeup on, tie a pair of black and white Converse onto your feet, and then grab a black beanie from your suitcase so you don't have to bother with your hair much. Then making sure you have your phone in your pocket, you head out into the front of the clubhouse.

"Oh my." Tig whistles appreciatively. "Who knew the princess had legs for days!"

"Damn! Is that what you've been hiding under all those sweats and baggy jeans?" Juice asks. Promptly it earns him a slap upside the back of his head. Again.

"Yeah, yeah. Get your fill of ogling," you say. "But the second any of you fucks touch, I'm cracking a bottle over someone's head."

Piney chortles from his seat at the bar, but only ends up in a coughing fit. You walk over to him and rub his back before kissing his temple. "Heya, sweetheart. How are you doing?"

"Real good, Piney," you tell him. "I missed home. Feels good to be back."

"It's good to have you back. Family's all complete again."

"Yeah. Now I just need to cross my fingers and hope St. Thomas has a spot for me on their staff so I don't have to find a job elsewhere."

Piney smiles. "You're a smart and beautiful young woman. St. Thomas would be stupid not to take you."

"Smart, yes," Jax says, coming up to your side and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Beautiful, not so much."

"Fuck off," you laugh, elbowing your brother.

"Come on. Leave Piney alone and come join us. We want to hear all about the fabulous life you led in New York."

You groan and Piney waves you off, and you let Jax lead you to the couches where Opie, Happy and Juice are sitting. Your brother shoves you down onto the couch, right next to Opie, and he takes the spot on your other side.

Crossing one knee over the other, you stare at Happy and Juice opposite you. "Hiya, boys." Both smirk and you laugh, turning your head to look at Jax. "So what do you wanna know?"

"How hot are the girls in New York?"

"Ugh." You groan. "Seriously?" Jax smirks at you and you shake your head. "Nope. No way. It's time for you to settle down."

"What?!" He squawks and his brothers laugh.

"Did you know ma tried pimping out my vagina today?"

"Ugh. Don't say vagina." Jax grimace.

"Tough shit. If you can stick your tongue in it, the word can be said aloud. Vagina, vagina, vagina." From your other side, Opie chokes on his beer, as does Juice. Happy is actually living up to his name tonight, grinning all the while. "Anyway, ma said she wants grandbabies. So while I was behaving up in New York for school, it's time for you to pass the baton. It's my time to be the slut puppy while you knock up some poor unfortunate soul so ma has a baby to spoil."

"Jesus." Jax rubs a hand down his face, laughing. "Not happening."

Juice chortles from the other side. "Slut puppy. Who even came up with that?"

"Ma. She said Jax is a slut puppy and won't give her grandbabies which is why she's now putting everything on my shoulders."

Opie nudges your arm with his elbow until he's got your attention. "You're too young. You need to have some fun first."

"Exactly!"

"Like hell," Jax grumbles. "We need to approve of any fun before the fun begins."

Your eyes roll. "If that were the case, then you'd have me shackled to a Son in a heartbeat."

He freezes and then glances at you, eyes quickly darting to your other side. You tense when you realize who he's looking at. "Would that be a bad thing?"

"Jax, I don't think-"

"Hey, everyone!" Clay suddenly calls out and the clubhouse goes quiet. "As all of you are aware, we here at SAMCRO love a reason to party and what better reason than SAMCRO's very own Princess returning to her rightful home?" Many cheers and whoops of elation ring out, and you sink into your seat. "Our baby girl YN is finally home!" More cheers. "Now let's remind her how we party so she doesn't want to leave us again."

Clay and Gemma walk over to you then, and you stand up so you can hug them both.

"Wow. I got to see your rack and legs in one day," your ma muses. Both you and Jax groan. "I'm loving this new you."

"Sometimes I wish I had a different mother."

"No you don't." Gemma grabs your chin between her forefinger and thumb, and pulls you in to kiss your forehead. You laugh as she turns towards the bar. "Prospect!" The adorable blonde behind the bar looks up, smiling a dimpled smile. "We need a round of beers over here."

Within moments the prospect has a tray of beers for your entire group.

Grabbing yours, you salute the prospect. "Thanks, Half-Sack."

Half-Sack stutters and everyone watches in amazement as he turns redder and redder. Your ma ends up taking pity on him and sends him back to the bar. Then smirking, you turn around and reclaim your seat.

"Hell no," Jax tells you. You glance at him and he shakes his head. "The prospect does not meet the criteria. You're not sleeping with him."

"Agreed." You clink the neck of your bottle to his. "Definitely too scrawny for me. I'd break him before the real fun even began."

Opie chokes on his beer, and both you and Jax laugh at your friend's misfortune.

Your ma reaches down, squeezing your shoulder. "'Atta girl. Keep your standards high."

"And on that note," Clay sighs, "you kids have fun."

Your ma laughs as she follows her husband and you settle in with your brother and friends again.

For the next couple of hours, the boys regale you with tales of the shit they've been up to while you were away. They boo you when you tell them you only attended a handful of parties the entire time you were away, but completely understood when you told them frat boy parties had nothing on the clubhouse parties you were so used to attending. They expected some scandalous stories, but unfortunately the only scandalous story you had was getting into a fight at a club when you caught some douchebag trying to lace another girl's drink.

Eventually, you start to take notice of more than a couple of croweaters glaring at you. Then finishing off your fourth beer, you lean forward and set it on the table.

"Well it's been fun catching up, boys, but I think it's time I go bother someone else so the party favors can have their wicked ways with you."

Opie snorts as you stand, but grabs your wrist and tugs you back. Suddenly unsteady, you fall into his lap. He laughs. "You okay there, princess? I don't remember you being so easy to topple."

You glare at him. "Well that's what happens when you give up alcohol while away. I wasn't about to let my guard down without my boys around."

You move until you're sitting sideways on his lap, one arm going around his shoulders while the other stays in your lap. You cross your ankles, kicking at Jax when he tries to shove your feet off the cushion.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you and Ope were siblings," Juice says. "You two look related, especially since you're wearing matching beanies."

You and Opie both whip your attention to Juice, scowling. Happy splutters on his beer at your expressions and Jax guffaws. "Jesus. You should see your faces right now." You continue scowling and Jax shakes his head at you.

"Whatever." You pull off your beanie and whip it at Juice who catches it, laughing.

"Well as fun as it is watching you two dance around each other, I got my eye on one of those so-called party favors," Jax muses, standing up.

He ruffles your hair as he passes and you swat at him. "Enjoy your slutty puppy days while they last, Jackson!"

"I will!"

Happy and Juice are left with you and Opie, but after arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow at Happy, the Son in question rolls his eyes before standing up and grabbing Juice by the neck of his shirt to drag him away with him. Juice squawks as he was mid-sip of his beer, and you and Opie laugh at his misfortune.

"And then there were two," you say. Opie smirks at you and you don't bother to attempt to move. After all, you can feel his thumb tucked into the back pocket of your overalls. "So how've you been, Ope?"

"Can't complain." He shrugs. "And you?"

"Better than ever." You lazily smile at nothing in particular as he hums. "Getting out of Charming was the best thing I could have done. No offense," you say when he huffs. "But I'm so glad to be back now. I missed everyone."

"Yeah? Even me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I miss you?"

"I dunno, princess, maybe because those last two years before you took off you avoided me."

You grimace. "Well you and Jax had girlfriends, and I was pushed to the back burner there for a while. I knew I wanted to leave for college, so I had to start becoming independent."

"You weren't pushed to the backburner." Opie frowns.

"I hate to break it to 'ya, Winston, but I was. I became the annoying little sister and the girlfriends didn't like me much." You shrug. "I didn't want to cause issues so I kept my head down and threw myself into school."

"What are you talking about? Tara adored you."

You scoff. "You're joking, right? Tara hated me! Donna too." Opie looks at you as if you've grown another head. "Both your girls hated the club and the club runs through our veins. They didn't understand how I could be so supportive of it and they didn't like it when I told them to fuck off about speaking with you and Jax about not prospecting."

Opie's hand leaves your back, resting on the skin of your waist. "They really told you to tell us not to prospect?"

"Yeah." You squirm a little as his fingers light ghost your waist up and down. "I hated that Tara broke Jackson's heart, but I was glad to see her leave. That was the best thing to ever happen to my idiot brother."

"Yeah." Opie sighs and takes a sip of beer, staring ahead. "You know Donna and I only lasted a couple of years before we called it quits? I didn't know she hated the club as much as she did. If you had said something, you could have saved me a shit ton of trouble."

You chuckle. "Sorry. Maybe next time I'll vet the girl before you try to slap a crow on her."

"Nah." Opie finishes off his beer, setting the bottle aside. "I'm done with girls who don't understand the MC life. I'm not gonna risk dating another Donna." Your heart thuds in your chest and your stomach churns with butterflies. God, this man hasn't made you nervous since you were just a teen. "So what about you?"

"Huh?"

Opie chuckles, obviously figuring out your mind was elsewhere. "What was the dating life like in New York?"

"Ugh." You groan and suddenly wish you had another beer.

"That bad?"

"It was absolutely pathetic," you admit and he laughs. "Don't get me wrong, I had a little bit of fun, but none of them were interesting enough for a callback."

"Not even a booty call?"

You bark out a laugh, putting a hand on Opie's face and pushing him away. "Please never say booty call ever again." Opie's entire body shakes with muffled laughter. "Now come on," you say while standing up and pulling on his hand, "let's go hustle some idiots at the pool table. It's been a while since I've done so."

Over the next few days, you fall into a routine of helping out your mother down at TM. She loves the help, especially since it's from you, and she also loves that she has a front row seat to whatever's going on between you and Opie. Your friendship had picked right back up from what it was like pre-Donna, though it was a little different now that you both were adults.

When Opie wasn't working in the garage or busy with club business, he was hovering nearby and waiting for you to finish what you were doing so he could have your attention. Jax would have been offended if he weren't so amused by his best friend following his baby sister around like a lost puppy. It was just like old times, instead it was Opie following you instead of you following him.

Then as it turned out, St. Thomas didn't have an opening at the moment, but they did have a nurse retiring in the upcoming months. They asked you to send in your résumé and that they would take a look at it when they needed to fill the position.

Fortunately for you and your bank account, nursing wasn't your only job. But the job in question was something you weren't sure how the men in your life would feel about it. Your mother, on the other hand, would love it. It would be like Christmas come early for her when you told her, and unfortunately you had to tell her. Soon.

There was a photoshoot coming up that you'd been asked to pose for, and you immediately agreed. Especially when you saw the outfits. But you didn't exactly know how to break it to the entire family about what you did, so you asked your mother if she wanted to head down to Los Angeles with you. When asked what business you had down there, you told her you just wanted a mother/daughter day with her. She seemed skeptical, but ended up agreeing when you mentioned it was your treat. Clay, however, wanted to send a protection detail with the two of you.

The night before, you and Clay were still debating who the protection detail would consist of. You caved and told him you didn't care, so long as it wasn't Jax, Tig or Juice. Your stepdad had seemed like he wanted to question why you didn't want those three, but shrugged it off and told you you'd just have to deal with Opie and Happy watching your backs then.

The following morning, dressed in a crop top that displayed Sons across your chest and black leggings with your hair tied up in a loose and messy bun, Gemma wondered what kind of day she was in for with you dressed like you had just rolled out of bed. She wanted you to doll yourself up a bit more, but after promising her that she'd understand your lack of an appropriate outfit soon enough, she climbed into her Cadillac and waited until your escorts were ready to roll.

Gemma drove while you answered emails in the passenger seat, and Opie and Happy followed behind on their motorcycles. It was a five hour drive and the boys had been a bit disgruntled to learn they were just watching over you doing some girly shit for hours on end.

"So what's all the way in Los Angeles that you're so excited to drag me to? Is it a spa or some shit? We could have done that in Lodi or someplace closer."

You chuckle nervously. "It's not that kind of mother/daughter day."

"No? Then what are we doing?"

"I am working," you say. "You are watching."

Your mother scoffs before she glances at you. "Are you shittin' me? You pulled me out of Charming just so I could watch you play nurse? YN!"

"No." You laugh. You shake your head, giggling, and then face your mother. "Ma, you've seen my bank account. Did you really think I made all that money just by being a nurse?"

Her attention is torn between you and the road. She takes a moment to think about it. "You in the sex industry? That why you refused your brother tagging along?"

"No. We're actually headed to a photoshoot."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "You're a photographer or something?"

"Or something," you muse. Your phone beeps in your hand and you smile at your mother. "No more questions. It's a surprise, but I promise it's a surprise you'll love. I wanted you here because I felt you'd be most excited for this. Now if you'll excuse me, I got more work shit to answer."

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Hours later, Gemma's parked outside a nondescript brick warehouse. Happy and Opie park on your side, and you and your ma get out. As she walks around to join the three of you, the boys glance up at the building.

"Looks sketchy," Happy says.

"What exactly are you ladies doing today?" Opie wonders.

"That's what I'd like to know." Gemma crosses her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow at you.

You sigh. "Fine. We're not doing that whole mani/pedi thing like you boys were scared of. I'm actually here for a photoshoot."

Opie and Happy turn to face you, and you squirm under their stares. Your ma smiles. "What kind of photoshoot?"

"The kind that would have Jax going into overprotective brother mode, and Tig and Juice perving on the others."

Opie and Happy frown, and Gemma's smile widens. "Baby, what aren't you saying?"

You groan. "I'm one of the models. I'm not the photographer."

"And? That doesn't explain why Jax would go into overprotective brother mode."

You wrinkle your nose and sigh. "It's for Victoria's Secret."

Your ma's eyes widen, but the smile stays in place. "You model lingerie? My sweet, little tomboy models lingerie?"

"Yes." Glancing at Opie and Happy, you see Opie torn between being annoyed and ecstatic, and Happy's just full blown smiling. "I don't know why you're happy," you tell him, "you're on the clock. No perving on my coworkers." He shrugs, his smile falling some, and you chuckle. "Inside there's gonna be a lot of women walking around in their underwear and possibly nude. No one cares if you look, but don't be caught staring. This isn't Cara Cara."

"This is a classy establishment. We got it," Gemma says. "Can we go in now? I need to see what they're putting you in."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

Gemma links arms with you, letting the boys follow at your back.

Inside the warehouse, it's cooler than it is outside and you exhale with relief. The two-story warehouse has been gutted, as have a majority of the second floor since you can see the obvious glaring hole in the middle of what would have been the ceiling. Some tented rooms have been erected for some privacy, but everyone in the business is comfortable no matter what.

As flashes go off and the photographers call out different poses and what not for the models, you can hear Opie swear softly under his breath. You grin and look over your shoulder, and though Happy's expression is neutral enough, you can detect a hint of a sparkle in his eye as he looks around.

"Where we going, baby?" Gemma asks, looking more ecstatic than you've ever seen her.

"My dressing room is gonna be this way."

You lead the small group towards the right of the warehouse, finding a tented room with your name taped to the outside. When you step inside, you're not surprised to find your usual make-up and hair stylists in there already.

"YN!"

Both females- one with purple hair and piercings (Niylah) and the other brunette with a bit of a shy aura about her (Odette) greet you with smiles. You kiss their cheeks in greeting, then introduce them to your family. "Girls, I'd like you both to meet my ma Gemma. And the two looming bikers behind us are Opie and Happy."

Niylah smiles and winks, and Odette tries her best to not appear uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about them," Gemma says, catching on to Odette's unease. "They're just our protection detail. Totally harmless unless someone tries to mess with us."

Niylah arches an eyebrow at you. "Protection detail? What the hell have you been up to since we last saw you?"

"Nothing." You laugh. You hand your phone off to your ma, grab a silk robe from a chair, and then walk behind a privacy curtain to undress and then redress in your chosen outfit. "I told you guys I grew up in an MC. I just left out the tiny detail that I was- am, sort of- the club's princess."

"Baby girl doesn't go anywhere without at least one Son watching her back."

You roll your eyes as you step out from behind the curtain, securing the belt around your waist to keep your robe closed until it is time to show your outfit. "And since the queen and princess are out and about, we get two Sons following us."

"Girl, you are living the dream," Niylah muses. "Now take a seat. I need to get started on your makeup while Odie does your hair."

"Yes, ma'am."

Opie and Happy each find chairs to occupy while Gemma perches on the vanity desk to watch Niylah work her magic. The two hit it off as if they were long lost friends, and you roll your eyes when you catch Odette's gaze in the mirror. She giggles and then gets back to work.

"So have you showed your ma what you'll be wearing?" Niylah asks.

"Nope."

Gemma sits a little straighter. "You knew this entire time and you didn't tell me?!"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." You chuckle. "It's not lace or risqué," you tell her, "but it is something I think even the boys will appreciate."

"Well come on. Let me see."

You smirk as you slowly untie your belt, fighting off a blush when you see Opie squirm in his seat. Letting your robe fall open then, you practically preen under your ma's approving stare. Your red and black plaid underwear have silver studs sewn all around the waistline and leg holes, and show off some generous cheek in the back once you let the robe completely fall. The red and black plaid bralette has silver studs sewn in around the band under your bust, and several black straps cupping your cleavage before clasping behind your neck.

"Holy shit," Gemma muses as she looks you up and down. "How the hell do you look like this and dress like one of the boys back home?"

"I'm not gonna parade around the clubhouse in my underwear and be mistaken for a croweater," you say. "And besides, I like to be comfortable. None of the guys care about what I wear."

"You know this isn't going to stay a secret for long, right?"

"Yeah. I mean I can trust Happy to keep his mouth shut, but I'm not sure about Opie." You glance over your shoulder and arch an eyebrow at him when you catch his stare a little lower than you had anticipated. You roll your eyes and Happy snorts at his brother being caught staring at your ass. You turn back around to face your mother. "Besides, you'll tell Luanne and she'll slip up. I'll let Clay and Jax know soon."

"Hey YN, we need to get you into your shoes now," Odette says.

"Okay."

Niylah brings your shoes out and Gemma's eyes light up. They're black and plaid as well, but with six inch heels and they lace up all the way to mid-thigh.

"Oh honey, we are definitely going shopping one of these days and you're getting an entirely new wardrobe."

"If you say so, ma."

You sit in your chair and let your stylists put your shoes on you, each of them tightening the laces as they work their way up towards your thighs. Then when they're done, you stand up to make sure nothing pinches.

"Alright," you say, addressing your family. "So you guys can come watch, but I don't wanna hear a peep out of any of you. The photographer knows what he's doing. Don't say shit to piss him off or get kicked out."

"Deal. Let's go." Apparently your ma is more than ready to see you work.

Niylah and Odette wish you luck, and your family follows after you.

Opie and Happy follow behind Gemma, glancing here and there while being careful to step over the many wires taped to the ground.

"And here we thought this job was going to be fuckin' dull," Happy mutters.

Opie huffs a laugh. "This is a trip, man. I didn't know- I didn't think YN would be into shit like this."

"People change, brother. Just be glad your girl chose to model underwear rather than ask aunt Luanne for a job."

Opie snorts and shoves his friend lightly. It was no secret among the Sons that Opie realized his feelings for SAMCRO's princess too little too late, and now that she was home everyone was waiting to see what would happen between the two. So far, everyone was greatly amused by the way the two of them danced around each other while trying to remain unaffected by the other.

Opie snaps back to attention when YN greets her photographer with kisses to the cheek. There are three other females, dressed similarly to YN in underwear that was edgier than the normal lingerie. The photographer looks at Gemma, then at Opie and Happy a little warily, but after reassurance from YN he relaxes.

The photoshoot is apparently a group session and they watch from the sidelines as YN and the other girls line up against a wall that holds artsy graffiti. The photographer tells them to just have fun with it, so there's a hip cocking this way and then cocking the other way as the man behind the camera snaps away.

YN places a hand in hair, briefly ruffling it while looking to the side, and the girl next to YN laughs. Soon all the girls are caught laughing on camera, and then the photographer has them take pictures one by one.

There are a pair of wings spray painted on the wall and each girl stands in front of it, taking a few pictures each. Then there are a few other pictures taken of the girls leaning on brick pillars, and by the time the photographer is calling it a wrap, an hour has passed.

Each girl is handed a robe and thanked for their time, and then YN is being tucked under Gemma's arm before she leads the way back to her dressing room.

"Baby, that was so good!" Gemma gushes. "Where are these pictures being published? I'm gonna need to buy whatever magazine they end up in."

"Some of these pictures will end up in the lingerie catalog while others are shipped off to every Victoria's Secret store to be hung up as artwork."

Niylah and Odette are waiting for you in your dressing room, but before they can start removing anything, Gemma stops them. "Hold on. Do either of you girls have a camera? Like one of those professional ones."

Odette shyly raises her hand. "I have one in my backpack. I take pictures when I'm out and about."

"Good. Do you mind taking a picture of me and my gorgeous daughter before she strips out of this cute little outfit she's got on? I need proof of this day."

"S-Sure."

"Ma," you groan, embarrassed. Opie and Happy chuckle.

Odette quickly grabs her camera while Niylah touches up your makeup, and then you're standing side by side with your mother- her arm around your shoulders while yours is around her waist. Then Gemma calls for Happy and Opie to get in, and Opie stands on your other side while Happy stands with your mother. You can't help but laugh, staring up at Opie and shaking your head in amusement when you hear Odette snapping away.

Sorry, you mouth at him.

Opie grins down at you. "S'alright."

"Hold on!" Niylah perks up, eyes gleaming. Everyone looks at her, but she only has eyes for you and Ope. "I don't know how a motorcycle club works, but is it a no-no for someone else to wear your.. vest?"

"It's called a kutte, Niy," you muse. "And it is a no-no unless the owner of the kutte approves of it. I think."

"I think at least one of my boys wouldn't mind offering up their kutte for a personal picture," Gemma says. "What'd you have in mind?"

Niylah smirks as her gaze bounces between you and Opie, and you mentally groan. She's definitely picked up on something between you and your favorite Son. "I'm picturing YN with the kutte on, sitting backwards on a chair with her back to the camera and-"

"Done. Opie, give YN your kutte."

"Ma!" Opie laughs as you admonish your mother, but shrugs out of his kutte anyway. You look at him, shaking your head. "Ope, you don't have to do that."

"Nah. I wanna," he says and you hesitantly take his kutte in hand. "I'm curious as to what this pic is gonna look like."

You narrow your eyes at him, grumbling, and he smiles even wider. Shrugging into the kutte, Niylah quickly grabs you a chair and sets it down. "Alright, sweetheart, now you're gonna straddle this chair backwards." You do as you're told. "Good. Now spread your legs a little wider, but keep your heels planted."

"What about having her run her hand through her hair, partially holding it up while looking to the side so we can capture the back of the kutte on camera?" Odette suggests.

"Yes!" Niylah cheers. "Odette, you're a genius."

You follow your friends' direction and let Odette snap a few more pictures. But the moment Gemma suggests Opie strip off his shirt and get in there, you're up out of your seat in a heartbeat. "And that's enough. I'm not getting paid for these and we're not having Opie strip." You nervously laugh and then rush behind the privacy curtain to change back into your regular clothes.

From the other side of the curtain, you hear Gemma giving her email to Odette so she can email her the pictures as soon as possible while Niylah attempts to chat up the boys.

Then walking out from behind the curtain back in your own crop top, leggings, and sneakers, you thank your girls for everything. You leave the makeup and hair as it was, figuring it'd lead the boys into thinking you caved and let Gemma convince you to get a makeover.

You lead the way outside afterwards, calling out your goodbyes along the way. Then once you're standing by your mom's vehicle, you turn and face the crowd of three.

"Not a word. To anyone!"

Opie and Happy crack grins, nodding in agreement easily. Your ma, however, smirks. "Baby, they're gonna find out."

"I know, but I wanna be the one to tell them."

"When?"

"I don't know."

Gemma chuckles. "You better do it fast because Odette's editing those pictures of you in Opie's kutte for me as we speak. I'm having one of them blown up to hang on the wall at home."

"Jesus Christ," you grumble. "Why do you have to be so embarrassing?"

"You should be proud," Opie says, stepping up to your side and tucking you under one of his arms. "Those pictures came out good."

"So good." Gemma agrees. "I might even have some made to hang around the clubhouse."

"No!" You and Opie simultaneously say.

Happy snorts as he walks to get on his bike and your ma looks incredibly proud. You roll your eyes and then swat at Opie. "Get on your damn bike. I want food and then the comfort of my bed before I have to break it to Clay and Jax gently about what I do on the side for cash."

"Don't even sweat it, baby," Gemma says. "Clay's going to be incredibly proud and your brother will get over it. He might want to be on protection detail from now on if you have more of these photoshoots, but that's it."

"Yeah right." You scoff. "The last thing I need is Jax flashing those pretty blues of his and fucking all my friends." You shake your head. "Not happening. That was the exact reason why I didn't want Tig or Juice coming."

"Good luck with that," Gemma muses. "Now seriously, let's get going. I'm starving too."

It's been a couple of days since you let your mother in on your secret side job. Opie and Happy had kept their word, not mentioning anything about the modeling gig, but Gemma was in too good of a mood around you that it made Clay and Jax suspicious. You were going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.

But as of right now, you were more interested in grabbing a shower. It was Friday, which meant there was a party later that night at the clubhouse, and you had promised Gemma to dress up a little. Not much, but enough to convince the visiting members of the Tacoma charter that you were indeed a girl.

Towel wrapped around your body, you walk out of the bathroom and head for your bedroom. Only the second the door is opened, you nearly yelp in surprise when you spot Opie sitting on the corner of your bed.

"Jesus fuck, Ope," you mumble, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. "Warn a girl next time."

Opie sits there in a plain black shirt and his jeans, hair loose from its usual confines of a beanie. It looks like he too had a shower not too long ago. "You coming tonight?" He asks, voice all rumbly and sending a shiver down your spine.

"Mhm." You gulp and head for your dresser, grabbing a bottle of lotion to use on your hands and arms. "Why? What's up?"

Opie's quiet as you work lotion into your skin. "Go with me."

"Hmm?" You'd heard him loud and clear, but the words had surprised you.

"Go with me. And not just as Jax's little sister or SAMCRO's princess. Go as mine."

Your gaze snaps to Opie, mouth slightly parted in surprise. He slightly smiles at you and then once your brain has rebooted, you huff a laugh. "So all it took was you seeing me in bra and panties, huh?"

"No. I've known I had feelings for you right after you left for college, but you were gone and I was still with Donna. That's another part of the reason why things didn't work out with her. She wasn't you."

You stare at Opie, brain needing yet another reboot before your feet carry you over to him. He sits a little straighter, spreading his knees a little more as you stand between them. Your lips twitch as you stare down at him and you place your hands on his shoulders. "Do you think Jax will be an issue? I know he teases us all the time, but-"

"He already gave his blessing," Opie muses. "Actually, he's the one who reminded me Kozik was coming down and that I needed to do something less that asshole hit on you all night."

"So you're staking your claim now, huh?"

"Might as well. Everyone's gonna know either way once your ma hangs up that photo of you in my kutte."

Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your mom showcasing the photo and Opie chuckles. To shut him up, you lean down and snap your teeth near his mouth. His eyes widen and he seems to hold his breath. Smiling, you lean back in and brush your nose against his before pressing your lips to his briefly. Opie gulps and it's your turn to chuckle. "We're only doing this on one condition, Winston."

"Name it."

"No more croweaters. Here or on the road," you tell him. "I can deal with you handling club business at odd hours, but I can't deal with being with someone who can't keep it in his pants."

"S'fine. I only want one pussy anyway." You grin wickedly at him then, pressing your lips harder against his. Opie lets you lead the kiss, his hands going to your waist as you push him back and then climb onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. He groans and you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it as you lean back. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, babe. We're not fucking. Not yet at least," you tell him and then quickly peck his lips once more.

"Then what are you doing?"

Your right hand, which had slid up to rest against the side of Opie's neck, slides a little towards the front of his neck. You use your thumb to press up against the underside of his jaw and make him tilt his head back. "Marking my territory. Riding bitch with you to the clubhouse won't keep the party favors at bay, but hopefully a necklace of hickies will."

Opie's laugh turns into a groan the second your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and his hands tighten on your waist. "Fuck. I can't mark you back, can I?"

"Not this time," you tell him, panting against his neck as you find a new spot to lick and suck. "I got booked for a runway show back in LA since a few of the models had to drop out."

"Fuck. I've never loved and hated a job at the same time."

"You and me both."

No one was surprised when you showed up on the back of Opie's bike, but they were a little surprised by your show of possessiveness. Opie, however, loved every second of it.

The runway show was just a couple days away and you had been given five tickets for your family. Gemma had claimed two for herself and Clay, Opie claimed another because there was no way he was missing his girl strutting her shit, which left you with two extra tickets. You had a terrible feeling Jax was going to want to go, but you had no idea who would duke it out for the last one.

Oh well, they could take it to the ring if they wanted to go that bad. Winner takes the ticket.

You still hadn't told everyone that you modeled part time and were struggling with a way to do so when your mom suggested a family dinner. Let everyone you considered family know at once instead of doing it little by little. And though you wanted to let your stepdad and brother know before anyone else, you were tired of working up the nerve, only to chicken out at the last second. So you agreed to the family dinner.

But after dinner was served and everyone was sprawled in a chair out in the backyard, you still hadn't found the nerve. At least, not until you saw your ma walking out of the back door with two large squares wrapped up in brown paper. Portraits, your mind supplied. Your ma has portraits.

"Whatcha got there, Gem?" Tig asks when he sees her.

Your ma's sparkling eyes dart to you and you quickly jump up from your seat next to Opie. "I, uh, I have something to tell you guys!"

"You're pregnant!" Juice exclaims and you shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster.

"Fuck off. Don't jinx me with that bullshit right now." Everyone laughs and then you take a moment to gather your thoughts. "It's nothing bad, so please stop looking so worried, Chibs."

"Can't help it, lass. I worry about 'ya sometimes."

"Thanks. But, uh, I actually need to tell you about my side job."

"Why?" Jax frowns. "Are you a porn star?" He then winces. "Please don't tell me you're a porn star."

"Ew. No. Why would I wanna risk Tig finding that shit?" Everyone laughs again, especially when Tig shrugs. It was no secret the man loved porn. "I just want to warn you about what I do before ma shows you because I have a feeling I know what those portraits in her hands are."

"You can bet your sweet ass they are," Gemma says. "Your friend Odette came through for me. I owe her."

You sigh and suddenly everyone is looking curiously at you. Everyone except Opie and Happy who don't bother hiding their amused expressions.

"You boys know?" Clay asks.

Opie nods. "Gemma's new artwork is from that day you put us on their protection detail. It was no spa day like everyone assumed it was."

"Then what was it?"

"I model!" You blurt and then your eyes widen. The backyard goes quiet. You exhale, shoulders sagging. "A modeling agency took interest in me while I was in New York. Victoria's Secret picked me up and I model. For them."

Juice splutters on his beer. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Gemma's like a kid on Christmas as she rips open one of the portraits, a smirk sliding into place. As she turns it around, she says, "My baby girl is fucking hot and I've never been more proud of her."

You groan when the picture in question is of you in plaid underwear, standing against the brick wall with wings painted on behind you.

"Holy shit!" Juice exclaims and you walk around to stand behind Opie. He chuckles at your discomfort.

"How did you even get that picture?" You ask your ma.

"The photographer liked one of the pictures from our private photo session in your dressing room, so he asked if he could keep one for a future spread. I agreed and in return he gave me this one."

"Which one?"

"This one." She lets the first portrait lean against Clay's chair and opens up the second one. It's the one of you straddling the chair, knees spread and wearing Opie's kutte, hand in your hair and the side of your face visible. "I told him he had to edit out anything related to our MC, for obvious reasons, and he agreed."

All is quiet until Jax opens his mouth and says, "I hate that this is my baby sister, but I gotta admit that picture with Opie's kutte is fuckin' amazing."

There are several mumbles of agreement.

"How'd you know it was Opie's?" You ask.

"Please." Your brother scoffs. "First of all, I don't see Happy volunteering his." The man in question shrugs. "And secondly, this is visual proof of Opie staking his claim. I bet he readily agreed for you to wear it."

"He did." Gemma laughs.

You rest your hands on Opie's shoulders, but he grabs you by one wrist and drags you until you're standing in front of him. He quickly pulls you down into his lap, letting you curl up there. "Whatever. I have a fashion show coming up, but I only have five tickets. Ma already claimed two, Opie another-"

"As your brother, I get one."

"Fine. Jax gets the fourth which leaves only one extra." Immediately Juice and Tig glare at one another, and you shake your head at them. "I'm not choosing so all you idiots get to take it to the ring. Winner takes the last ticket to a Victoria's Secret runway show."

Bobby grumbles about not being young enough to enter the ring anymore, leaving Juice and Tig and Chibs looking quite smug about their chances. At least they're smug up until Happy voices he'll be stepping into the ring.

Jax laughs as Juice pales. "Good luck there, brother. I don't think Happy's gonna take it easy on any of you."

You chuckle as you lay your head on Opie's shoulder. "Fuck. He's gonna kill them all, isn't he?"

"Probably. He seemed to have his eye on that purple-haired stylist of yours."

"Of course he does," you mumble.

You glance around at your gathered family, the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders now gone. Your family took your modeling career fairly well and you couldn't have asked for a better reaction.

[mystra-midnight]

Opie Winston

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mains masterlist

⚜ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒

in which you work at cara cara ❣

⚜ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

⚜ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔’𝐒

[rimunagenius]

Number

Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

Masterlist

Part 1 of the Unexpected Treasure series !

It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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Hey, heads up! future chapters will be longer, but i made this one short bc i didn’t have any idea on how to make further scenarios where they interacted more.

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sons of anarchy fans!! i have decided!!

as well as writing for jax, i'll now also write for juice, chibs, and opie.

if you have any thoughts (filthy or otherwise... the filthier the better... ;)) please send them my way... <3

this old man makes me feral. i won't apologise ✋🏻

edit - read my first chibs fic here.