#opie winston x you

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Nowhere To Be

Opie Winston x F!Reader

For one of my favorite people, @justreblogginfics with the prompt: The party was great but now it’s time to find their way home, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold in high heels and a party dress.

For @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo 2023 prompt: New Years

Warnings: 18+, language, implied/referenced smut, pining

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I have missed Opie so much, so thank you for giving me the inspo and the opportunity to write this fun little somethin' for him! Happy New Year! 🥰💖

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“It is cold in California!” you said, exasperated.

Opie chuckled as he stood beside you. Part of him wanted to make a comment about the fact that you knew that, that you’d grown up in Charming just like him. Sure, you’d been on the East Coast for a few years but it wasn’t nearly long enough to wipe your memory clean of it. Plus, you’d been back in Cali long enough to have not made this mistake—you were just too tempted by the idea of a party and getting dressed up and going out.

He wanted to say all of that, could have, but instead he just said, “Yeah, it is.”

Turning to face him, you huffed out a sigh. “Why is it cold in California? I thought it was supposed to be all beaches and sunshine here.”

“You probably wouldn’t be so cold if you didn’t—”

“I look good,” you cut him off, knowing exactly where his sentence was going. “That’s not the issue here.”

“I mean,” he shifted so that he was pressed closer to you, his fingertips dragging up the side of your leg that was left exposed by the short dress that you’d worn to the party, “this feels like it might be part of the issue.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that you could say the goosebumps breaking out over your skin were because of the cold and not because of the feelings and thoughts that were coursing through you at just the slightest touch. Despite your initial impulse, you swatted his hand away.

“You didn’t seem to think it was much of an issue about an hour ago when we snuck off to the bathroom and—”

“Alright,” it was his turn to cut you off, chuckling as he did so.

He shrugged off his leather jacket, one of the million layers he always seemed to be wearing whether it was the first day of January or the last day of July. He held it out for you to take and for as much as you liked giving him a hard time, you weren’t quite committed enough to that endeavor to turn down the opportunity for some extra warmth. You snatched it out of his hand and slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling relief not just because you immediately felt warmer, but also because the jacket smelled like him and there was comfort to be had in that too.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning into him, hands pressed against his chest.

He smiled. “Welcome.”

You tilted your head just a little farther back so that you could get a better look at him. He had one arm draped around your waist, hand resting on the small of your back. His other hand was placed on your hip, not holding you too tightly but it also would’ve taken some effort if you really wanted to pry yourself away. Not that you had any interest in that.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked.

He scanned your face for a moment, wishing that he had any idea at all where your next sentence was going to go. He knew what he wanted you to say next, but he also knew better than to hold his breath over it. Plus it was New Year’s Eve, or rather New Year’s Day by hardly an hour. And you were drunk not just off the alcohol you’d both had all night but also from the energy of the party. He knew better than to get his hopes up, and yet.

“Confessing crimes already? Year just started,” he joked.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, no crimes.” You leaned a little more onto him, taking the weight off one of your feet. “Ugh, these heels are killing me. I can’t even think.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s why you can’t think.”

You laughed, giving him a playful shove. “Shut up.”

“What’d you wanna—”

You cut him off, not meaning to, but you were already moving onto the next thing. “We gotta get back to the hotel. Because if I have to stay in these shoes any longer, I’m gonna,” you laughed, “then I’m gonna commit some crimes to confess to.”

He chuckled. “You remember how to get back?”

You turned and looked at him. You tried to hold in your laughter and failed. “No.”

He wanted to be annoyed but he had sort of seen it coming. It wasn’t surprising, to say the least. “This was your idea,” he teased as you pulled out your phone.

You waved him off. “Going out was so much easier before.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

You looked up from the GPS on your phone for a moment so that you could look him in the eye. Keeping your tone and facial expression as serious as ever, you said, “Because all the streets in New York are fuckin’ numbered, Ope.”

The statement hung in the air for a second between the two of you before you both started laughing. Opie shook his head at you, knowing that if it had been anyone else he would’ve left them to their own devices awhile ago. But it was you. He wasn’t going anywhere if it was you.

By the time you got yourself somewhat back under control, your GPS had loaded directions for how to walk back to your hotel. Lucky for you, it wasn’t as far away as you thought that it was going to be.

“I got it,” you said as you showed him your phone.

“Let me see that,” he replied, reaching to take the phone from your hand.

You swatted him away. “Hands off! You don’t think I know how to get us back?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You want my real answer to that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I know how to follow a map.”

He shook his head, reaching for your phone again. “You don’t even look like you know how to follow a sidewalk right now.”

You gestured angrily at your heels. “That’s because of these shoes. Honestly, you might just have to carry me back.”

He chuckled, following behind you as you set off down the sidewalk in the direction your map was telling you to. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “That, or you can just drag me behind you like a caveman.”

He fell into stride next to you. Draping his arm over your shoulders, he said, “That sounds more like me.”

“Yeah, goes with the caveman beard you’ve got going on now,” you joked, reaching and toying with the ends of his beard for a moment. It was so much longer than it had been the last time you were home. Jury was still out on how you really felt about it—it took away the last of his baby-face.

He shook his head, knowing that you were always going to come up with something to give him grief about. Of the many things that had changed over the years, that was something about you that had remained constant. Infuriating and amusing all at once. He let you have that.

“Stick around long enough and you’ll get used to it,” he finally said.

“I told you,” you leaned deeper into his side for emphasis, “I’m back for good.”

He liked the sound of that, but he knew better than to buy too heavily into it. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head. “We’ll see.”

“Where else am I gonna go?” you asked, your mock offense not landing the way it should’ve when you were nearly tripping on the gaps in the sidewalk concrete.

He steadied you without having to give it a second thought. “Don’t know.” He chuckled. “Right now I don’t even think you’re gonna get us back to the hotel.”

You gave him a shove, not enough to really make any difference. Even on your best day in much steadier shoes it would be difficult to get him to move if he didn’t want to. All the Winston’s were like that. Your half-attempt only served to make him pull you tighter into him, which worked better for you anyway.

His hand was still resting on your shoulder, fingers pressing into the leather of his jacket that was yours for the present moment. Like it was a reflex, you reached up with your free hand and threaded your fingers with his as the two of you walked. You gave his hand a light squeeze as the two of you reached the end of the block. You gave him no warning that the two of you were turning rather than continuing forward and using the crosswalk. You knew it, too, laughing as you made a sharp right turn and pulled him with you.

You were lucky enough to catch him mid-stride, knocking him just enough off-kilter to make him follow your lead. You hadn’t been expecting it to work, and you nearly stumbled and fell in the process. Laughing, you took another half-balanced step until you felt your back rest against the side of the brick building behind you. Opie had followed your steps, his palm bracing against the wall beside your head, one leg positioned between both of yours. Your shoulders shook as you tried to hold in your laughter, your face heating up so much you were certain that if Opie touched you, he’d be able to feel it.

You placed your palm against his chest. There were words caught in the back of your throat, things that you wanted to say, things you’d been wanting to say all night, but you couldn’t get them out. You opened your mouth, hoping that would force them out, but all that came out instead was laughter that faded into a hum as you tried to get yourself under control.

When you finally resigned yourself to not being able to say anything, you slid your hand up from his chest so that it was on the back of his neck. You pulled him down into a kiss, one that he gave into easily and eagerly, pinning you between him and the wall behind you, his hand that wasn’t bracing him against the wall gripping tightly onto your hip.

His hand slid down from your hip onto your thigh, and he was about to start sliding it right back up and underneath the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel it in his movements, the way that he had to convince himself to stop. You couldn’t help but to smile into your kiss, eventually letting the laughter bubble over when he pulled his lips off of yours.

Your body was still pinned, not that you had any desire to really be anywhere else in that moment. You let your hand stray from the back of his neck. Your fingertips ghosted along his cheek, brushing along the edge of his beard. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Never gonna make it back at this rate,” Opie finally spoke up, not that he really seemed like he was in any great rush to go.

You laughed, head resting back against the wall behind you. “Got somewhere else you need to be?”

He smiled, shaking his head before snagging another kiss from you. “No. I got nowhere to be.”

[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.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could sum it a request for the 1000 followers celebration post?!

It would be Mr. Opie Winston. And the prompt “you’re covered in motor oil, it’s kinda hot” with some good ol’ smut please and thank you?

Masterlist

Good Honest Work

Contains: Fluff, smut.

1.1K words

The average shower lasts about eight minutes and the average shower head has a water flow of 2.1 gallons per minute.

The sound of the Jazz playing in the kitchen as you cleaned somehow matched perfectly with the way the noise of Opie's power tools floated in from the garage.

He had been in there working on that old bike for weeks, his hands growing more calloused as time passed and you could see the pride written on his face as it came together.

The sound of the door opening pulled you away from the crumbs in the fridge, "Can you grab me a beer?"

You reached to the top shelf and spun around as you passed the beer to Opie, "How did you do today?"

He nodded, "Great, it's coming together really well."

You sighed as you took in his appearance, "I'm working hard to keep the house clean and you're dragging garage junk inside."

He looked over himself and frowned, "I can go change if you want?"

You nodded, "I mean, you're covered in motor oil, it's kinda hot but yes please." You held up a finger as an idea occurred to you, "I'm almost done here anyway. Let me finish wiping out the fridge and then we can shower together?"

He flopped down and the chair and sipped his beer, "Sure, can I help?"

You shook your head, "No, you're messy."

He chuckled, "You love it."

"Yes I do, but don't you dare spread your mess anymore. In fact, the prospect better be down here to make that garage spotless when you're done with that bike. I don't want to get motor oil all over me when I go in there for light blubs of some shit like that." If you knew Opie at all, it would be clean anyway.

Opie smiled slightly and gave you a nod, "Yes ma'am."

It only took a few more moments for Opie to finish his beer and you to finish the fridge. He placed his hand on your lower back as you made your way to the bathroom. You stopped in the middle of the room to strip him of his dirty clothes and Opie did the same for you, his hand drifting over your skin as he went.

You took his hand, walked him into the shower and made sure the water was perfect. Opie climbed in after you and you picked up the fancy olive oil soap and started by washing the motor oil off his hands and arms. You moved to his chest next and Opie's eyes closed as you gently scratched his skin.

He stopped you, taking your hands in his before spinning you around, grabbing your loofa and taking to soap off you, "It's no fun if you get don't get soapy too."

You sighed, "Yes, you're right." His fingers dug into your flesh as he rubbed out the knots in your muscles, "Oh boy that feels nice."

Opie chuckled, "I bet it does." He picked up the shower head and washed the lather off your back, "Turn around."

You did as he asked and a smile grew on his face as he suds up your breasts, "Did you just offer so you could touch my tits?"

He shook his head, "That wasn't the only reason."

He was half hard when you looked down and you met his eyes with a smirk, "Why don't we finish up here and pick it up where we won't end up with a head injury?"

Opie nodded, "Sure." The rest of the shower went by in a flash and then you stepped out as Opie wrapped a towel around your body.

Once you were both dry, Opie took your towels to the hamper and dropped them in before talking back towards you, "Have I told your you're pretty today?"

You nodded, "Yes, when we got up this morning, my hair was a mess and I had goop in my eye."

He stroked your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you, "Well I'm going to tell you again, you're very pretty." You craned your head and his lips met yours as he walked you towards the bed and Opie pulled back and licked his lips, "Let me show you."

You fell back on the bed and shifted your way up onto the pillows as Opie's lips met your neck, his bread scratched your skin as he kissed his way down your body, stopping to lick your nipples on his journey.

Opie lifted your legs over his substantial shoulders and pressed his lips to your inner thigh as he kissed his way towards your core. His lips were gentle as he kissed your slit and he groaned as as your hips twitched when he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit and back again.

You woved your hands into his hair and held him to your body as he moved one of his huge hands from your beasts to your entrance. His lips sealed around your clit as he slid two fingers inside you. He went slow as first, his fingertips searching until your breath caught in your throat, "Found it."

"It's in the same place it's always been Ope." He didn't give you the chance to quip further as he stroked your G-spot and used his free hand to pull you so close you wondered how he could breathe.

You started to flutter around him and Opie doubled down, pressing your G-spot firmly as his plump lips worked in your clit. His free hand moved from your thigh to over your hips to hold you down as you reached the edge and with one last brush of his fingers, you were clenching around them while you moaned out his name in an almost pained whimper.

You let out a shuddering breath as Opie pulled his fingers away then he was kissing back up your body to your mouth. His hand was gentle on your cheek as he kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips as he deepened the kiss.

When you went to reach down Opie's body to grab his hard cock he stopped you with a head shake, "Hey, I didn't to do it because I wanted anything back. You've been working on the house all day, I did it to say thank you for how wonderful you've been."

You nodded softly, "Ok, thank you."

Opie smiled and brushed your nose with his as he pulled you into his arms, "How about we have a nap then I'll take us out from dinner?"

"That sounds really nice." His arms were so warm.

Opie sighed and pressed his lips to your temple, "I love you y/n."

You returned the gesture, then nestled into his strong arms, "I love you too Ope."

Fin

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt twenty - costumes

character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.5k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.

You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert. 

He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.

 And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.

But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.

When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞

❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen,  ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞

❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞

❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.

❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞

You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave. 

What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.

The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.

You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.

A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.

When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.

❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.

He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞

EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞

❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞

EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞

And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.

Until Angel strolls over.

❝ This fight is over.❞

Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.

❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞

Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞

❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞

Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞

❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.

❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞

You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞

❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞

❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞ 

You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞

Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞

You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.

❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞ 

Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues,  ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.

❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.

❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞

You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.

❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.

You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…

Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.

[holylulusworld]

Opie Winston Masterlist

Masterlist for all Opie Winston x Reader stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

Legend status:❌ on hiatus // ❗ ongoing // ✔ complete

Irreplaceable *Coming soon*

Find more SoA stories here: Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

[writercole]

Holding Out Hope

Squares: “Apologize right now” @anyfandomangstbingo​​ // “Good. I meant it to hurt.” @anyfandomfluffbingo​​ // Hurts To Breathe @badthingshappenbingo​​ // Excessive Tense Switch @howbadcanitbebingo​​ // Red Carpet Event Sons of Anarchy Bingo // “I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason” @taylorswiftbingo​​ // Mutual Pining TMAS @supernatural-jackles​​ Words: 3115 Warnings: mentions of cheating, assault (on a skank) Credits: The wonderful @princessmisery666​​ for being my sounding board and beta. A/N: Please don’t come at me for the tense switch. It’s for how bad can it be bingo! 

You woke with a heaviness in your heart and a sinking feeling in your gut. You know it’s going to be a bad day but you didn’t anticipate the reason. You couldn’t if you tried. Grabbing your phone off of the nightstand, you trudged to the kitchen in your sleep shorts and tank top, finding your assistant, your publicist, and your bodyguard chatting in hushed tones over steaming cups of coffee.

“Did we really schedule a pow-wow this early?” you grumbled as you poured your own cup of caffeine, sipping the black nectar,  and turning to face the three people who keep your life on track.

They share a glance, one that seemed to hold a lengthy conversation. Your bodyguard sighed and faces you with a sympathetic look.

“Some photos were released this morning. Of Jax,” he said, tentatively holding out his phone to you.

You eyed him suspiciously as you took it from his large, outstretched hand. As you refocused your gaze on the screen, you nearly dropped your mug. Your boyfriend of ten months was photographed with that slutty waitress from the diner in town, Ima. His hands tangled in her hair as she sucked his dick. Another showed him buried balls deep in her from behind as he fucked her against the wall of the alleyway behind the diner. Classy as ever. 

You sucked in a deep breath and hand the phone back. “Okay. Opie, you’re driving me over to his house. Fiona, I want you with me. We’re going to draft a press release.”

“You’re sure about this?” your assistant, Venus, asked with a furrowed brow.

“I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason,” you replied coolly as you set your mug down. “Venus, I’m gonna need you to go through everything he has access to and revoke it. Take his name off of all of my upcoming events and guest lists. Get me an updated schedule of parties and events so that we can reconsider my attendance.”

“When do we leave?” Fiona questioned, her thick Irish accent comforting you slightly.

“Twenty minutes,” you stated plainly. You grabbed your coffee off the counter and nod at your team as you strut towards freedom.

By lunch, you were single again and seated at a private table in your favorite restaurant with your team, treating them to lunch for helping you out with so much trust and compassion. You truly didn’t know what you’d do without them.

“You have your movie premiere tomorrow,” Venus reminded you as you went over the details of your schedule.

“Shit. Guess I should see if anyone needs an extra ticket since I won’t have a date,” you sighed.

“Unless we find ye one,” Fiona smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“And how do you propose we do that, Fi? Everyone will be busy on such short notice.” You hope she didn’t suggest what you expected of her. She was the only one who knew about your crush on your bodyguard, her Irish motherly instincts picked up on it almost immediately.

“Well, we know one lad who was planning on being at the event anyway,” Fiona explained, “an’ I think it would be easier for him if he were on your arm instead of on the sidelines.” Fiona didn’t mention that she also knows about Opie having feelings for you, though he almost gave it away by the way he glanced between Fiona and you with wide eyes and a look of hopeful panic.

“What?” you squeaked, “you can’t think I’m going to force my bodyguard and friend to endure the cameras and paparazzi and questions.”

Opie’s shoulders sagged when you said ‘friend,’ even though he knew there wasn’t any other way to phrase it. He opened his mouth to offer to accompany you but Venus cut him off.

“Hon, we know it isn’t ideal but what other choice do you have? It’s either take someone you’re close to or go alone and let those reporters grill you about why Jax cheated on you,” she said quietly.

“That was harsh, Venus,” you chided.

“Good. I meant it to hurt,” she replied stubbornly. “It got your attention, didn’t it?”

“If I may,” Opie calls across the table, drawing the attention of all three women. “I could be your date. I’ll be there anyway. It’ll be fun to be able to hang out with you instead of being on the sidelines.”

You ducked your head to keep your composure, your heart wanting to burst at the idea of hanging out with Opie all night long. “Ope, I can’t ask you to do that,” you decline half-heartedly.

“You aren’t asking. I’m offering,” he shrugged.

“And I’m insisting,” Fiona interjects. “That’s settled. You’ll answer ‘no comment’ to all of the questions, have a great time at the after party, and get home in one piece.”

Opie pulled Fiona aside after you’d all arrived back at your home. “Fi, why were you pushing for her to take me as her date?”

“Oh, you know why, boyo,” she sassed.

“I can’t tell her, Fi. Not now. Not after what Jax just did.”

“Dun you worry about that,” Fiona told him, patting his chest. “Just trust me, lad.”

Opie watched as she strode back in the house, his thoughts drifting. He didn’t realize how long he had been outside, sitting at the patio table while the afternoon sky turned red and orange as the sun set.

Above him, without either of you knowing, you were sitting on your balcony with your own train of thoughts running through your head. You’d asked Fiona why she even suggested Opie to be your date. Things between the two of you were perfectly fine how they were and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship by adding romance into the mix.

All she did was offer a knowing smile and pat your cheek before leaving for the evening, promising to call you after the premiere. 

Your stomach growled and you headed down to the kitchen to make a quick dinner to take back upstairs. That plan changes when you spy Opie still sitting on the back patio. You made enough food for the both of you and carried the plates outside when you were done.

Opie spun around when he heard the door open, surprised to see you walking out with two plates and a soft smile.

“Since you’re still here, I made you some dinner,” you explained as you set the dishes down on the outdoor table. “Eat with me.”

Opie nodded and you both sat down, eating in silence, stealing glances when the other looks away. You secretly hoped that he would take his time so you could continue watching the way the evening sunlight caresses his face.

“So what time should we leave tomorrow night?” he asked between bites.

“You know you really don’t have to be my date if you’re uncomfortable with it,” you whispered as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“I offered,” he insisted, “I wasn’t bullied or forced. I’m more than comfortable being your date tomorrow or any other time.”

You were stunned into silence, your head tilting in disbelief, your lips slightly parting as you try to wrap your head around what he just said.

“I mean, we’re…we’re friends, right?” he adds, breaking your heart.

“Yeah, Opie. Friends,” you mutter, standing up and clearing the dishes quietly. You stood at the sink with your back to the door, trying to compose yourself. You remind yourself that you broke up with your boyfriend today and that you shouldn’t be worried about if Opie looks at you as nothing more than a friend.

You sulked in your room for most of the day, hiding in case Opie stopped by. Venus came over to help you get ready, graciously being your hair stylist and make-up artist for the red carpet event.

“So you and Opie, huh?” Venus smirked as she lined your eyes.

“We’re just going as friends,” you sigh dejectedly, trying not to move much.

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “You might have yourself fooled but I’m not blind, honey. I see how you look at him.”

“How do I look at him, Venus?”

“Like you're planning your wedding or imagining yourself riding him into oblivion,” she told you bluntly.

You groan in embarrassment and roll your eyes, unable to hide from her knowing smile. “Am I really that obvious?” 

“Nah. I didn’t notice until Fiona said something one day,” Venus laughed.

“That Irish bitch,” you muttered, causing Venus to laugh again. “I really like him, Venus.”

“You should tell him,” Venus shrugged as he dusted your lids with a shimmery shadow.

“I can’t do that,” you hiss at her quietly while your eyes dart to the door.

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather pine for a man I’ll never have than be rejected and lose my friend,” you confessed. Every word was true and the thought of putting yourself out there to be hurt made you want to vomit.

“Why on earth would he reject you?” she scoffed. “And why would you lose your friend?”

“I wouldn’t be able to look at him the same way and neither would he. And seriously, how many other men have rejected me? Most recently by publicly fucking another woman,” you reminded her.

“Jax Teller is a dumb slut. I warned you about him from the moment you met,” she admonished as she sprayed your face with setting spray and applied another coat of hairspray to your elaborate style.

“Yeah, but -”

“No, enough of that,” Venus interrupted. “You need to tell him.”

“But -”

“It’s time to get your dress on so this conversation is over,” Venus instructed you with a flourish of her hands before turning to get your dress.

Opie was leaning against the arm of your sofa, his fingers tapping lightly against his legs. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, silently begging for it to slow.

He quickly stood when he heard the door open, taking a discrete deep breath as he turned to face the hallway. Venus walks up first, looking him over and mouthing that he looked great. She rushed to get out of the way and stand next to him.

Opie felt the world melt away the second you entered his view. His jaw drops in awe as he watches you glide towards him like an angel. He felt his chest burning, realizing that he had forgotten to breathe the second he laid eyes on you.

“You look great, Ope,” you say as you eyed him up and down.

“I…you…wow,” he stuttered, his cheeks turning red beneath his beard.

Venus stands smirking in the doorway as she watched the two of you, lost in your little bubble. Neither of you noticed when the sound of a car horn punctured through the silence, so engrossed in each other.

“Okay, kids,” she called as she stepped towards you. “Time to go. Remember, ‘no comment’ to paparazzi, have fun. Opie, you’re gonna be with her all night and I’ll be back in the morning to let you go home. I’ll lock up. Bye!” she rushed out while physically pushing you and Opie to the door.

The red carpet was filled with reporters trying to find out any kind of gossip they could. Your grip on Opie’s arm tightened as you walked towards the waiting crowd.

“You don’t have to answer any questions you don’t want to,” Opie muttered. 

You nod in response and take a deep breath as you reach the first mark. You were grateful that the first three reporters stuck to questions about the movie and the dress you were wearing as opposed to the beefy brunette on your arm.

By the time you reached the final mark, and the final reporter, you were feeling relaxed and calm. The reporters were respectful and avoided any questions about the recent press release and your split from your boyfriend. You got too comfortable.

“Hey, Y/N. Maureen Ashby with Charming News. When did you first find out about Jax and Ima?” she asked.

Suddenly, the cameras were all trained on you, waiting for your response. The lights were blinding and hot, your dress constricts your chest, your lungs refuse to expand. You start gasping for air, reaching behind you for someone, anyone. Every breath felt like knives stabbing between your ribs, the pain making your stomach turn.

“It’s okay, I got you,” you heard as a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a broad, muscular chest. 

You felt your breathing stabilize as Opie held you, his large hand rubbing up and down your back. You closed your eyes and breathed him in, his leather and cedar scent filling your lungs and calming you. You were reluctant to pull away after your breathing returns to normal but you do, looking up into the concerned eyes of your bodyguard and date.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I think so,” you reply. “Can we go inside?”

“Anything you want,” he says as he places his hand protectively across your waist and guides you to the venue, leaving reporters and camera people calling after you.

Opie guided you into the bar area and snags two glasses of champagne, handing one to you and downing the other in one gulp. Your eyes scan the room as you sipped from your glass. You turned back to Opie, freezing when you laid your gaze on a familiar face.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Opie followed your gaze and stiffened.

“What is she doing here?” you asked as you watched Ima strut across the room in a black sequined gown.

“Nothing good,” he answered as he stepped to your side.

Ima noticed you standing with Opie and sneered, stalking your way purposefully. “Find another boyfriend for me to play with?” she taunted as she looked Opie up and down with a hungry gaze.

“Just go away,” you sighed, the energy you have for the event rapidly draining while you dealt with the skank.

“Did Jax tell you why he came to me?” she questioned. Ima stepped closer to you, leaning into your space. “Did he?”

“You should back away,” Opie warned as he noticed your jaw flex and your hand clench.

“It’s because your pussy was boring,” she said in a low voice.

You cock your arm back and jam your balled up fist into her nose, a satisfying crack echoing before blood started dripping down her chin.

“You broke my nose,” she cried. “Apologize. Right now. I have an audition tomorrow!”

“Oh sweetheart,” you cooed condescendingly, “you’ll be blacklisted with every director, producer, and studio by midnight. Should give you plenty of time to keep your pussy exciting for that cheating piece of shit.”

You strode away with your head held high, proud that you stood up for yourself. Opie called the car around and followed you outside, standing behind you while you sent texts out to your agent as well as all of your friends in the casting department.

Opie helped you into the car when it pulled up, settling in the back seat next to you for the short drive home, smiling proudly at you the whole way.

You walked into the house, Opie hot on your heels, and went straight to the kitchen. You’d made sure that no one would cast Ima in even an adult film while you were en route and now you needed a drink. You filled a glass with ice and second guessed yourself, deciding to get a glass of water instead.

“Are you okay?” Opie asks as he followed you into the kitchen.

You nodded while you swallow, hoping that he wouldn’t push the issue.

“Let me see your hand,” he demanded.

You obliged, holding your punching hand out to him, inhaling sharply when his large hands engulfed yours, the warmth immediately relaxing and calming you.

He inspected each knuckle gently, softly brushing over the swollen flesh. You were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe when your eyes met his. Suddenly, you were very aware of how close he was to you and how you wanted to be even closer.

You moved towards his face slowly, your free hand cupping his bearded cheek. He released your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist, the gap between you closing as your lips met his. What started out tender quickly morphed into something passionate, filled with the pent up longing and want the both of you had been hiding for months.

You moaned into Opie’s mouth and tangled your fingers in his hair. His arms tightened around you even more, pressing you into his chest. Opie pulled back, leaving the two of you panting, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Does that mean what I hope it means?” you whispered hopefully.

“If you hope it means I’ve been wanting you for too long and I can’t stand the thought of not being with you anymore, because that’s the truth,” he told you, caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. 

“Then it does mean what I hoped,” you grin. 

“Maybe you should call Venus and tell her not to come by in the morning, then.”

“On the way to my bedroom,” you winked.

“Is that right?” he smirks.

“Mhmm.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” 

You turned, picking up your phone and dialing Venus as you started to walk towards the bedroom. Opie was right behind you, unzipping your dress and helping you out of it. You start pulling on his belt behind you, fumbling with the buckle with one hand while the phone was still ringing. 

“Well, hey there, suga,” Venus cooed when she answered the phone.

“Hey, Venus,” you giggled, Opie kissing your neck as you crossed the threshold into your room. “Um, you probably shouldn’t come by tomorrow morning.”

“Is that right?” she replied, a knowing tone in her voice.

“Yeah you may wanna give us like…two or three days,” Opie chimed in as he pushed you down on the bed.

“Oh my,” Venus chuckled. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Bye Venus,” you both called before you hung up.

Opie’s lips slotted against yours again before trailing down your jaw and neck. You whimpered and writhed, desperate for his touch.

“Opie, please,” you begged.

“What was your old record?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

“Uh…three I think. Why? Can you beat it?” You really hoped he could. Even though you knew that one with him would be better than three with anyone else.

“Oh sweetheart,” he scoffed, “I got this.”

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[witchthewriter]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: You’re Jax Teller’s Old Lady - this is what your photo album looks like. 

(the first photo is framed and hung in your house) 

[rayslittlekitten]

Spooky Time

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: I think writing "My First Night" kicked up some old feels for this universe. Here is a wholesome little nugget of them much younger. Jax and Opie as 14 and reader is 12.

Rating: T

Word Count: 806

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller & Preteen GN! Reader/OC; Teenager!Opie Winston & Preteen GN! Reader/OC (reader is F in the series, but this particular fic can be read as GN)

Plot: While Opie taunts you for being scared, Jax protects you.

Contains: sibling banter, cursing, protective!Jax, spoopy stuff

You stare up at the man-made haunted house towering in front of you. The fog, flashing lights and sounds of terror coming from a big speaker has you rethinking about tagging along with your brother and Jax. Since you were little, you've always followed them around and wanted to do everything they did. This is no exception. Every year during this time, you would all come to the County Halloween fair where they would have hayrides and all sorts of spooky activities. You always went on the kiddie rides, corn mazes, and have seemingly mild fun, but since Jax and Opie just started high school, they want to do older kids stuff, including the haunted house. This was one thing you always avoided, but you were sure you wanted to do this because Jax and Opie does.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Jax nudges you.

"I... I don't really feel too good. I think I ate too much funnel cake. I'll just wait for you guys," you reply.

"UGH! You know we can't leave you by yourself. You said you wanted to tag along so you have to do everything we're doing," your brother jumps in, annoyed.

A scream from inside the house spooks you, making you jump.

"Aww, are you scared?" Jax teases.

"N-no," you lie.

Opie rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Come on, it won't be that scary. I'll protect you, squirt."

Jax puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in closer, giving the top of your head a little tousle before guiding you inside the haunted house and following Opie who is leading the group. Once you enter, you cautiously walk through the loud and dark maze. Opie suddenly jumps and screams, making you shriek and grasp onto Jax, but then your brother starts laughing.

"Haha! Spooked ya!" He says, pointing at you.

"It's not funny!" You throw a weak punch at his arm.

"Then why am I laughing?" he taunts.

"Alright, come on, keep it moving," Jax jumps in to break up the sibling squabble, pushing Opie along.

"Stay close behind me, alright?" Jax tells you, guiding you behind him.

You grab onto the back of his shirt as you all continue to walk through. Your eyes dart around while being super vigilant and alert, also looking ahead at your brother in front to see if anything might scare him. The creepy music and inability to see things well in front of you add to the fright. A random hiss from behind you makes you curl up against Jax's back even more. You feel Jax's hand reach back, touching your hip like he's feeling around for something. He then turns to look over his shoulder.

"Hold my hand."

You look down and slip your hand into his while the other still fists his shirt. When Jax turns a corner, he takes a sudden small step back, stumbling into you, as his free arm guides you to remain behind him and now stepping sideways.

"Stay behind me," he instructs you.

You continue to follow him while using him as a shield. The sound of a chainsaw next to you makes you shift in the opposite direction. You feel Jax's hand squeezing yours to let you know you're safe. This feels like a never-ending maze. You start to notice a scent that comforts you. Leaning into Jax's shirt, you stick your nose into it and take a sniff. You don't know if it's the laundry detergent Gemma uses or something else, but it's distracting you from all the terror. After a few more turns and focusing your attention on Jax's scent, you finally make it out of the haunted house unscathed.

"Was that it? See, it wasn't so bad, was it? There wasn't anything really-- AHH!"

Opie gets frightened by a clown seemingly popping out of nowhere and his immediate reaction is to punch it.

"Is... is he dead?" you ask, peeking out from behind Jax with wide eyes, after seeing the clown face down on the dirt unmoved.

Opie gives it a gentle nudge with his booted toe.

"It's a fucking doll," Opie replies, then gives it a swift kick. "Fuck you."

"Looks like you're the one who only got spooked," you laugh.

Opie fakes a lounge at you and you jump back hiding behind Jax, shrieking. Jax instinctively steps between you and Opie, reaching his arms back again to protect you.

"Alright, let's go do the Terror Drop next." Jax suggests the ride where you get dropped from a great height.

"Um, I'm afraid of heights," you tell him.

"We'll do this together. You can hold my hand again," Jax says. "I promise you're gonna love it."

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Opie says as he dashes off.

You and Jax then start chasing after Opie.

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

[keenzinemugstudent]

I haven't seen this around but here I go Jax finds out he has twin daughters from an old friend who he had a relationship with friends with benefits but she left Charming after getting into a good college out of state or so he thought she did get accepted into college three different colleges but wasn't able to go to college because she found out she was pregnant and not wanting her children to be involved with their father's lifestyle she left I am writing it right now but I'm also at work so hopefully I'll have some time to post it

[heronpoxed]

Major Sons of Anarchy Spoilers

This post is for Tara Knowles stans and Tara Knowles stans only!

(maybe a little bit for her antis too)

Y’all know that I love Jax Teller right? but I love Tara Knowles more and sometimes I hate Jax so much, it is absolutely palpable because he is a pathological cheating manwhore<3 

This is probably going to be some type of um expansion of the similar post I wrote years ago (I wrote a whole goddamn essay. My 17-year-old self went all out and if you’re interested, here’s the link: https://www.tumblr.com/heronpoxed/625890875891990529/sons-of-anarchy-spoilers ) but this time I am older, wiser and more pissed off. 

I was scrolling through reddit, reading some convos on why Jax cheated on Tara this much and what his motivations were. Most of them were stating similar things which can be narrowed down to this: “This was the life and the MC culture. When you’re a part of an MC there are expectations that you need to meet aka expectations to cheat on your partners. He was raised this way. He was a womanizer and had gotten a horrible example of love from Gemma and Clay. He was seeking distractions, etc” 

Well, let me tell you: What a load of fucking bullshit. 

First of all, we have Otto fucking Delaney who did so much unimaginable shit just because he was in love with Luann. Looking at Otto, would you really think that he would be capable of cheating on her?  And the fact that he was a loyal husband would make him seem less deserving of his title as an MC member? 

I hate that everyone excuses Jax’s cheating. Like, at all! I hate that Sutter thought that he had to make Jax a cheater in order to portray a realistic MC member. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know shit about MC other than what I’ve seen on the show, but let me tell you this: Jax was always portrayed as someone who was smarter than the rest of the club, more intelligent and above all this fake and basic instinct bullshit that most of the members lived by for so long and this is exactly why Jax being a cheater does not make sense because it just made him inconsistent. The toxic MC culture is to be unfaithful to your partners but the whole essence of Jax’s character is that he tried as much as he could to go against said culture and push the MC in a healthier direction.

With Jax always taking the moral high ground while being a VP and mostly taking a moral high ground while being a prez, you wouldn’t expect him to do shit like this to Tara, a woman he so obviously loves with his whole being. Like thats the thing, you can’t even say that he doesn’t love her because the lengths that he was willing to go for her were immeasurable. He got confused there for a sec but in the end he literally gave up his freedom so she could have hers and if we look through the darker lens, we all witnessed what he did to the poor Chinese boy and his own mother. 

The only time I get Jax’s motivation to sleep with someone who isn’t his wife, is when he found out about the divorce and the pregnancy. That thing would really fvck someone up and even if I hated that instead of talking it out with Tara or just like shouting at her, he decided to bury himself in a blonde milf, I understand why he did it. He was feeling hurt and upset and betrayed (tho If he hadn’t become a person who couldn’t be reasoned with, this could’ve been avoided).

However, him sleeping with Colette in 6x01??? There is no excuse! 

This is the shit that I hate the most, man. The second his relationship with Tara got strained, he ran straight to Colette instead of facing his issues and let me tell you, this makes Jax a coward. 

What’s worse is that he wanted to do it again and if he hadn’t seen Colette with Baroski, he most definitely would’ve slept with her that day. That entire scene is absolutely disgusting. Not because it’s relatively graphic, but because of the look on Jax’s face, like Colette was his and he felt violated that someone else was sleeping with his property. I literally gagged and threw up and cried. Thats how sick that scene was.

What’s even worse than THAT, is that if Colette hadn’t died in the Diosa massacre, that manwhore would’ve slept with her again and wouldn’t even feel weird about it(1) even after being caught with her by his wife, (2) even after knowing deep down that, on moral level, Tara would’ve been upset about and would not have wanted this. 

As much as I dislike Colette and don’t greet her tendency to get attracted to the guys that are clearly taken (don’t forget she had an eye for Nero first), to say the least, it annoys the hell out of me that everyone blames her. Hello? Jax isn’t exactly blameless here?!?! He easily could’ve said NO. What would Colette have done?! forced herself on him?! give me a break. People are so quick to blame women for the shit that men build the foundation for. 

I feel exactly the same way about the Ima situation. Ima WAS dumb but it wasn’t as if both Opie and Jax hadn’t made a conscious decision to sleep with her. Jax rearranging Ima’s face, calling her a wh*re and telling her to stay away from his family was unwarranted to say the least considering that he brought her in the clubhouse, into his life and inadvertently, everyone else’s.

Gods know how much I love Jax Teller but dude, DUDE! like I could never excuse such shitty behavior of his and whoever does is an utter misogynist and a victim of toxic masculinity. Jax wouldn’t have been any less intimidating or any less biker-y without being a pathological cheater. He could’ve broken Tara’s heart a million different ways, could’ve dealt with his cowardly issues with a million different distractions and coping mechanisms. Why did it have to be constant infidelity? 

Honestly, that’s so embarrassing of you, Jax.

What breaks my heart the most is the fact that Tara went back to him every single time even though she clearly stated that cheating was a deal-breaker for her. That’s how much she loved him but at the end of the day, that’s a woman written by a m*n; fulfilling this sick male fantasy that the woman has to be loyal to the man no matter what.

Damn, I needed to say all that. I’m rewatching like for the 5th time I think and I am so so angry. Now that I’m older I see things more clearly which makes me even more angry. 

I don’t know what the take-away is from this y’all but I can say one thing: Tara Knowles-Teller, my sweet, beautiful angel, deserved the best version of her husband. Not that second-hand cheap copy of him. 

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Backing The Play

Opie Winston x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 30 of the August Prompts: summer reading

Warnings: very light angst, language

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I miss writing Opie and I’m very glad that inspiration struck me for him on this one. Fun fact, when I told my partner the prompt for the day and who I was writing for it his immediate response was, “Opie can’t read,” and I laughed way harder than I should have 😂 Anyway! Hope y’all enjoy!

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It was eerily quiet when you walked into the clubhouse, which usually meant that things had gotten loud and unpleasant not too long before. Silence never boded well on SAMCRO turf. You looked around the main floor, and when you didn’t see who you were looking for, you quietly made your way to the back hall where the dorms were. Walking down, you knocked on his door and were met with silence. You lingered for an extra second longer before turning the knob and letting yourself in, only to find yourself standing in an empty room. With a heavy sigh, you made your way a few doors down, knocking on yet another closed door. This time, though, you got a response from the other side.

“Yea?”

Pushing the door open, you leaned against the frame, immediately wondering what happened that had Jax sitting on the edge of his bed looking so defeated, “Hey, Teller.”

Looking over at you, he gave a weak smile, “Hey, darlin’. All good?”

You shrugged, “Feel like I should be asking you that,” you tilted your head, “What’s going on?”

He shook his head, “Same shit,” he could tell by the look on your face that you were still worried and he tried to give a more convincing smile, and he sort of succeeded, “Nothing you need to worry about.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so full of shit. You know I’m gonna worry.”

He chuckled, nodding, “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Ope around?”

You knew he had to be somewhere—his bike was parked out front. So unless he took off on foot, he had to be on the compound. Jax nodded before pointing up at the ceiling of his room, “Check the roof.”

“Ah,” you nodded, “I should’ve known,” you paused for a beat, wanting to offer him something but knowing there was nothing you could really do for him to alleviate any of the stress that was weighing him down, “I worry about you too, you know. If you ever need anything…”

His smile was tired, but it was the first genuine one he’d given you, “I know. ‘Preciate it.”

You nodded, excusing yourself since there wasn’t much more to be said. You shut the door behind you, letting out a deep sigh as you did before gearing up to make your way onto the rooftop. You knew Opie well enough to know that he probably wasn’t going to be in the mood to talk, but you were still going to give him the option.

He turned when he heard the latch open, immediately closing the binder that was splayed open across his lap. His face tensed, brows knitting as the frown on his face deepened while he waited to see who exactly it was coming up after him. His expression softened slightly when he saw it was you, his guard lowering enough for the tension to drop out of his shoulders. You offered him a sympathetic smile as you made your way over to him, plopping down so you were sitting right next to him.

“You’re gonna melt up here one of these days,” you gestured to his beanie and leather jacket. He was the only person you’d ever met who seemed completely unaffected by the California sunshine.

“Melting’s the least of my worries,” he shook his head, propping his elbows on the binder in his lap before dropping his face into his hands.

You tilted your head to read the writing on the spine of it, immediately confused as to why he was reading an old Harley manual on the clubhouse roof on a day when it seemed like something had most definitely gone wrong.

“Some light summer reading going on here?” you tapped the edge of the binder.

He lifted his head as he huffed out something resembling a chuckle, “Yea. Pretty much.”

“You know those bikes inside and out, why—” He opened the binder and turned it so that you could see the contents inside. You noticed immediately that whatever the pages were, they weren’t an owner’s manual. Your brows furrowed, “What’s this?”

Opie shrugged, “Jax said it’s JT’s manuscript. Shit he wanted for the club.”

“Why are the two of you hiding it in an old Harley binder?”

He paused, eyes flickering back and forth between you and the pages in front of him, “Because it’s JT’s, and what JT wanted for the club isn’t what’s fuckin’ happening with the club.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “No?”

Opie shook his head, “No,” he flipped the bottom corner of the pages, looking for one page in particular, “Check this out,” he lifted it and set it on your lap so you could take a look.

He didn’t have to say it for you to understand the weight of what he was showing you. As you read, you reached over and rested your hand on his knee, giving his leg a light, reassuring squeeze. A few moments later his hand landed on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. He watched as your facial expressions shifted as you read what was on the page in front of you.

You never met JT. He was like a legend from the lore of the town—everyone seemed to have stories about him. Your family moved to Charming a few years too late for you to have any firsthand accounts. Most people had good things to say, and just like with anything you took it with a grain of salt. No offense to Jax or his father, but everyone always glorified the dead.

But as you read what he wrote, you were starting to think that maybe people didn’t dramatize as much as you thought that they had. JT’s goal seemed so simple, but getting there was going to be anything but, especially with the way that things were currently running with Clay at the head of the table. You had limited access to what was going on with the club, and you knew that that was by design, but you knew enough. You knew enough to know that the current business model not only wasn’t what the founder of the club apparently wanted, but you knew that it wasn’t sustainable in the long-run. The club was going to have to come to terms with that sooner or later. And, if Jax was digging this out and passing it off to Opie and whoever else, you had to assume that the reckoning was coming sooner.

Looking up from the pages, you turned your attention to Opie. His hand was on yours, but he was looking down at T-M and the guys who were going in and out of the clubhouse. There was no telling where his mind was.

“Hey,” you ran your thumb over his.

“Mm?” he turned and looked at you.

“What’re you thinking?”

He sighed deeply, “I’m thinking…Jax has a lot of fucking work to do.”

You nodded, “Work you’re going to help him do?” He paused at your statement, face scrunching up slightly. You let out a tired chuckle, “C’mon, Ope. I know you and Jax haven’t really been seeing eye to eye on shit lately. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. You two aren’t exactly subtle.”

His lips curled into a tiny smile, “No?”

You laughed, leaning against his side, “No,” you paused for a beat, “What’s gonna happen with this?” you drummed your finger on the pages in front of you.

Opie shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if Jax has let anyone else read it.”

“Feels kind of like everyone should, right?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, “Don’t think it’s that simple.”

You sighed, “Never is,” you tilted your head so you were looking up at him, “Can I ask you somethin’?”

He raised his eyebrows looking down at you, “Shoot.”

“You want this?” you tapped your finger on the pages in front of you.

“I mean,” he shrugged, “sounds better than what we’re doing now.”

There was a palpable exhaustion in your laugh, “Yea. But, I mean, if you and Jax…if you and Jax do this…it’s gonna have to be your club too, you know? If this, if anything like this is getting put in play it’s because Jax is at the head of the table and you’re sitting next to him. It means you’re gonna be his VP,” you paused, “Is that what you want?”

“Jax and I have always been the next generation of this club. There was never another play.”

Your lips dropped into a frown—that wasn’t the answer that you had been looking for. You carefully closed the binder, “If there was another play, would you take it?”

“There isn’t.”

“Hey,” you waited for him to look at you, “You can come up with your own play. Clay certainly came up with his own, right?”

Opie chuckled, “I’m not looking to have any more in common with Clay than necessary.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping onto your face, “That’s not what I meant. I just, I just mean that maybe you have more options than you think. That’s all. You don’t have to do things the way that Clay’s doing them, or the way that JT wanted to do them. You and Jax could do your own thing. Because this,” you patted the binder, “is all well and good. But it’s a different world now, you know? Things aren’t like what they were back when they founded this club.”

There was an impressed smirk on his face, “You up on MC history now?”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove, “I never said that. It’s just, you know, it’s the nature of it all. Shit changes. This club is its own beast now.”

He sighed, “It is.”

“Regardless of what the two of you decide to do,” you chose your words carefully, “you’re going to have to be on the same page about it. You know that, right? The two of you trying to shred this thing apart and rebuild it can’t happen if you’re at each other’s throats. It won’t…it won’t work.”

“You been talking to Jax about this?” he asked, genuinely curious about the certainty with which you were speaking.

You laughed and shook your head, “Jax doesn’t tell me shit about anything. Any time I ask he just tells me there’s nothing to worry about. Which, after watching all of you float in and out of prison an awful lot these past few years, I knew is a total and utter lie.”

“Yea,” Opie chuckled, “He does that sometimes.”

You gave him a bit of an accusatory look, “You all do that sometimes. Some of you are just worse at it than others.”

“You’re the only one who thinks I’m a bad liar,” he said, a little lightness in his tone that hadn’t been there since you started the conversation.

“That’s because they’re all worse liars than you are,” you laughed, letting him drape his arm around your shoulders and tuck you against his side. The heat radiating off the leather made you wonder how he wasn’t drenched in sweat from sitting up there for god only knew how long, “I mean it though, Opie—if there’s something that you and Jax want for this club, you need to figure it out now so that when the time comes, you can just jump right into it. Any hesitation and those guys aren’t gonna go for it.”

“You looking to get a patch for yourself or something?”

You smiled, toying with the rings on his fingers, “No, I’m just trying to make sure that you stay alive and out of prison for as long as possible. I think that’s well within my rights.”

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, “Yea, I guess it is.”

“Wanna tell me what went down in church today that made everybody scatter?”

He took a deep breath, “Clay and Jax got into it.”

“That’s nothing new.”

“Yea, but, table’s gettin’ real sick of it.”

You shrugged, nodding, “Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

“I know. Problem is,” he ran his thumb back and forth along the outside of your arm, “it’s just driving the split deeper down the center of the table. Club isn’t set on backing either one of ‘em, not really.”

“I don’t blame them for that either,” you saw the look that he was giving you and held out your hands, “What? Up until, what, a couple hours ago? You weren’t really set on backing either of them either.”

Opie didn’t say anything for a moment, just taking the time to study your expression. More often than not, you held your tongue when it came to things with the club because you knew that you had no control over what happened with it. Hell, even Opie only had so much control over what happened with it. But just because you didn’t usually say much, didn’t mean that you weren’t listening. You always asked Opie how he was and how things were going with the club because you genuinely cared—the answers to those questions directly impacted him, and you, and the future the two of you were working on building together. The things that he told you, and what precious little you heard from Jax or Piney, you did your best to remember it all. You knew that it all mattered, that it would all come back into play eventually.

It wasn’t until that moment, though, that Opie realized all of that. He knew that you cared because you were a caring person, and you were his partner so of course you wanted to know what was going on with him and the club. But he didn’t ever really take the time to think about what you did with the things that he told you. He never considered if you thought back of them, what your feelings were about them. You never really broached the topic, so he didn’t either. Everything you’d been saying had him wishing that he had been asking you your thoughts on things a lot sooner.

You saw that he was thinking about all the things the two of you just talked about, everything that he’d read so far in JT’s manuscript. You felt for him, truly, because this life was all he knew and yet it was a life that he had so little control over or say in.

Reaching, you cupped his face, running your fingers through his beard, “Hey,” your voice was soft, “I’m not trying to sit here and act like I know more about how your club runs than you do. I only know what I see, what you tell me. But I also see what it does to you, to the guys. I think that counts for something too.”

“It does,” he nodded.

“I know that they all think of you as Jax’s best friend, the guy who is gonna be at his left when he gets the gavel. And that’s…that’s fine. But don’t let them forget that you’re still Opie, you know? You see all the shit that goes down here. You’re smart. And strong. And, honestly, probably more level-headed than Jax could ever hope to be,” that got a quiet laugh out of both of you, “So use that. When you come up with your play, make sure you’re playing to your strengths. You have them, a lot of them.”

“Club should hire you just to give pep talks,” he took your hand, pulling it away from his face so that he could press a kiss to your palm, “Thank you.”

“I got you,” you smiled up at him. You let a couple minutes of silence pass before you spoke up again, “Ope?”

“Yea?” he glanced down at you, but now it was you who was watching the busyness on the compound beneath you.

“No matter what happens, you gotta promise me one thing.”

He pulled you tighter against his side, “What’s that?”

“Promise me that at the end of whatever this shakes out to be, you’ll still be coming home to me. I don’t,” you shook your head, “I don’t care how long it takes, who you end up pissing off, any of that shit. I don’t care. I just, I need to know that at the end of it, it’s still gonna be us. No matter what the club looks like.”

“Hey,” he waited for you to level with his gaze, “I promise. You and me,” he leaned in, kissing you on the lips, “No matter what.”

“Good,” you nodded, sliding the binder back into his lap, “I’ll let you dive back into your assigned reading, then,” you gave him a small, warm smile.

He shook his head, tucking the manuscript under his arm, “Let’s go home.”

“Yea?” you couldn’t pretend that it didn’t sound good to you, heading home early for once.

“Yea,” he chuckled as he stood, pulling you up with him, “I’m melting out here.”

[mystra-midnight]

Opie Winston

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Opie wants to prove he can be more than a teddy bear.

"Opie, just brush it into a bucket, some toads can make you sick if you touch their skin." He shook his head, cradling the amphibian.

"It will be fine y/n, I don't want to hurt him." Opie sounded so adamant.

"Alright then. You're very sweet you know." He walked through his whole backyard all the way over to a large tree by the fence to deposit the toad in a little patch of dirt in the shade.

"Can you go wash your hands now, I don't want you catching anything." Opie smiled and headed inside, coming out a few moments later to sit down next to you.

"What?"

You shook your head, "nothing, I just think it's funny that you're the size of a bear and in a motorcycle club, most people would think you'd be a hulking brute but you won't even risk hurting a little toad, it's real cute."

Opie smiled and leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, "you better stop riling me up or you're about to find out how rough I can be."

You were lying in bed that night with you head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep while the very tips of his huge fingers brushed the skin on your upper arm. "You right there?" Opie clearly had other things on his mind, the light touches not having the effect he wanted them to.

"I'm great, you have nice hands." He chuckled and rolled out from under onto his side, his hand covering half your face as he cupped it. You turned your head and kissed his palm and Opie's gaze turned heated as he ran his thumb over your lips.

"Do you still want to sleep?" You shook your head.

"No, I don't." He rolled on top of you and pressed his lips to yours, his hand coming to grip your hip.

"I think I have a point to prove to you." His became harsh as his lips moved down to your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth, you knew you'd have something there in the morning but it was hard to think when you could feel the strength behind his movements.

"Is this you proving a point?"

He pulled away from you, his eyes hard, "are you going to keep mouthing off?"

"Yep, I think I like you when you're pissed off." He sat back on his knees and yanked your underpants off before gripping the hem of your shirt and ripping it off, leaving you naked. Then he was pulling you by your upper arm to the side of the bed and he stood up, shifting so he was sitting on the bed with you over his knee.

"Do you want me to count?" He gave a negative grunt.

"I want to you stay quiet unless you're telling me to slow down or stop, understand."

"Yes Opie, I understand." His hand came down hard and fast, you swallowed, heat filling you as hi hand came down on your skin, again and again, Opie switching between left and right between soothing the skin with gentle strokes.

He started again, this round was a little softer and your fingers clenched the sheets as the sound of the strikes filled the quiet bedroom. When he deemed you had had enough, he went back to gently rubbing your skin before shoving your legs open and sliding his fingers through your slit, "wow you're wet, I should get rough with you more often."

His fingers ran through your slit, collecting the wetness from your entrance before sliding two of his large fingers inside as you gasped. He found your G-spot, pressing it firmly while his thumb found your clit.

Far too soon, he removed his fingers from your body and threw you on the bed, then he was hovering over you with a smirk. He flipped onto his side, taking you with him as he slung your leg over his hip and returned his fingers to your flesh. Even though your leg was on top of his hip, you still felt surrounded by him. With his thumb on your clit and his fingertips pressed to your G-spot, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge.

Opie's sped his fingers up and you moaned in his mouth as you came, but Opie didn't stop. He kept the same instant pace, his mouth on yours as he pushed you into another one. You tired to twitch your legs closed but it was no use, there was no way you were going to be able to even think about overpowering him. "Give me one more then I'll give you my dick."

Your nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers continued to their mission, "I can't, it's too much." He chuckled, not stopping even for a second.

"Come on, I know you can." His lips found yours again as he worked you up for the third time, Opie adding a third finger as you shuttered around him. In a flash, you were flipped onto your stomach and he was tearing your legs apart and slamming inside you, the sensation almost unbearably intense.

Time faded as he rammed into you, the sound in the room utterly obscene as one orgasm faded into another. The edges of your consciousness started to fade when you came again, unable to keep count as Opie's hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit, "one more then we'll be done." Opie's voice was tight as he encouraged you, seemly just as close himself.

His teeth sinking into your shoulder is what did it, you buried your face in the pillow to muffle the scream as you came for the last time, Opie following right behind you. He rolled off you, chuckling when you flinched as he pulled out. He pulled you into his arms with his chest at your back and pressed kisses to your skin.

"You need anything?" You sighed.

"I can't feel my feet." He chuckled and pushed himself up on his elbow, twisting to press a kiss to the side of your face.

"Sorry about that." You huffed and rolled in his arms, kissing his chest.

"We should shower." He wrapped his huge arms around you and hugged you to his body.

"Just wait ten minutes, I love you."

"I love you too Ope."

Fin

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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.