The last thing you expected was to become an au pair to two grieving children. But what Opie Winston needs is help navigating single fatherhood while trying not to drown in his own grief.
Kenny and Ellie have lost their mother to violence, and their father is struggling to surface from the depths of loss and rage that threaten to consume him. As their new caregiver, you find yourself not just tending to two broken-hearted children, but slowly helping a devastated man remember how to live again.
In the shadow of SAMCRO's world, where loyalty runs deep and trust is earned through action rather than words, you discover that healing comes in quiet momentsābedtime stories and scraped knees, shared dinners and gentle conversations that stretch long into the night.
But when your own past refuses to stay buried, and as Opie begins to lower the walls around his heart, you must decide if you're brave enough to stay and fight for the family you never knew you wanted, or if some wounds are too deep to heal.
Opie's weight above you is heavy, his body pressing you down into the mattress. It's almost suffocating, like you can't move or breathe. But this is exactly where you want to be.
"Feel so good, baby," he rasps into your ear, his voice rough and strained as he fucks you. Your hands roam across his back, feeling the lines of his ink beneath your fingertips and the way his muscles flex with each roll of his hips. You can't help but dig your nails in slightly, leaving scratches in his skin every time he hits that special spot inside you.
"Fuck," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him. The room smells of sex, sweat and smoke. It's a combination that sounds dirty and disgusting, but to you it's heaven. To you, it's Opie. "Don't stop, please don't stopā"
Opie growls from above you, his hands moving to grasp your thighs. He shoves your legs wider apart, allowing more room for his bulk. More room for him to fuck you deeper and harder. His fingers press into your skin, no doubt leaving marks that will blossom into bruises tomorrow. "Never," he replies, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that steals your breath. "Not gonna stopā¦ not until you break f'meā¦"
You love the way he manhandles you. The way his big hands can wrap around the entirety of your thighs, your wrists, your waist. As soon as he starts moving you around however he wants, your pussy flutters, clenching down tight around his cock. Your body betrays how much his strength and the sheer size of him effects you.
And Opie knows.
A rough chuckle rumbles in his chest as he reaches out to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in one hand. "You like that, darlin'?" he purrs, bending your knee back and thrusting particularly hard. He might be quiet in day to day life, but when he's fucking you? That's when the animal in him comes out. "Yeah, you do, you fucking love itā¦ c'mon, baby, come for meā¦" His fingers move to your clit, circling the sensitive bud as he watches your face twist in pleasure. His favourite sight.
The added stimulation is too much. Your back arches and your arms flex against his grip as you feel the first wave of your orgasm begin to wash over you. "Opie!" you cry out, your words descending into moans, your body pulsing and twitching around him as you fall apart. Your eyes roll back into your head, your brain momentarily silenced of everything but him. No thoughts of life, the club or work. Just Opie.
Opie hisses at the sensation of your pussy strangling his dick, pounding into you a few more times before stilling. He comes with a guttural roar, spilling inside you. "That's it, take it," he growls, cock twitching and his heart racing. You love hearing him lose control like that, feeling the weight of his body as he collapses on top of you. He's careful not to crush you, though, his meaty forearms placed either side of your head to brace himself. He stays like that for a few moments, his eyes shut as he tries to steady his breathing and regain his control.
Once he can breathe again, he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. You end up sprawled out across his broad chest, your cheek resting over his heart, listening to the steady beat. One of his large hands runs up and down your back, making you relax into him. You feel small like this, but also safe. There's nowhere more comfortable than being in his arms. Your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos and you can't resist sniffing him, breathing in the musky scent of him. Opie laughs, his chest shaking beneath you before you pull yourself up to glare at him. "What?" you ask, as if you don't already know.
Opie just shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair. "You," he whispers fondly, "are a menace, sweetheart." You roll your eyes, settling back down into the comfort of his embrace, surrounded entirely by his presence.
(kinktober posts may be a day early since i live in new zealand lol)
MDNI 18+
summary: you're mouthy, bratty, and just the kind of trouble opieās been aching to tame. after pushing his buttons one too many times, he shows you exactly what happens when you play games with him.
Not here, not in the garage with all the guys around, not with that smirk and that damn sundress swaying around your thighs like you werenāt begging to be wrecked.
Opieās voice was low as thunder when he leaned in behind you, breath hot against your neck, āYou really wanna play this game, sweetheart?ā
You just smiled, oh-so-sweet, āMake me shut up thenā
Mistake number one.
He grabs you by the back of the neck first, fingers wrapping around the base of your skull like he owns it, and maybe he does.
Then comes the tug.
Your scalp prickles, body arching as he pulls your head back by the roots āThere she is" he murmurs, dragging his lips down the column of your throat.
āLittle brat just wanted my hand in her hair all along huhā
He spins you into the wall of the garage office before you can blink.
Door slams shut. Lock clicks.
Youāre panting before he even touches your cunt.
āThis what you wantedā he growls, hiking up your dress and yanking your panties down with one hand while the other keeps your hair gripped tight. āWanted to piss me off just so Iād fuck it outta youā
āYesā you whimper, thighs already shaking.
His beard grazes your cheek. His voice drops an octave.
āThen shut the fuck up and take itā
His fingers find your pussy, already soaked.
He chuckles āFuckin knew itā
Then he sinks to his knees behind you.
Mouth on you like a man starved.
His tongue circles your clit, sucks it, drags moans out of you like confessions.
And he doesnāt stop until youāre cumming on his tongue, hand still fisted in your hair so you canāt move, canāt run, canāt do a damn thing except take it.
But oh baby, heās not even close to done.
Youāre flipped, slammed back against the wall.
Dress bunched up, panties dangling off one ankle āOpenā he growls.
And you do.
His cockās so thick it makes your knees buckle when he starts to push in. He grunts at the stretch, at the way your pussy squeezes him like itās been waiting all day.
His hand grabs your hair again, yanks your head back so he can watch your face while he fucks you āLook at me while I ruin youā
Every thrust drives you up the wall, literally.
Your backās scraping, your pussy clenching, and his hand tightens in your hair every time you try to look away.
āUh-uhā he grits āYou asked for this rememberā
He pulled your hair harder groaning.
Your moans turn to cries, legs trembling around his hips.
Youāre fucked dumb by the time he spills inside you, filling you with a growl, hips stuttering, beard damp from where he licked you raw.
He keeps holding your hair after.
Gentler now.
Stroking the strands back from your face as you whimper into his shoulder.
šsummary. Itās New Yearās Eve at the SAMCRO clubhouse, and Gemmaās throwing the party of the year. Youāve spent all day helping decorate, completely oblivious to the friendly competition among the guys to win your attention for the night. As the clock strikes twelve, one lucky Son finally steals that New Yearās kiss.
šgenre. Reverse harem, fluff, humor/comedy, found family, oblivious reader, friends-to-maybe-more
The clubhouse was buzzing with an energy that only Gemma Teller-Morrow could whip up on short notice. Streamers in black and silver dangled from the rafters, fairy lights twinkled along the bar, and a massive disco ball, courtesy of some questionable connections, hung precariously over the pool table.
It was New Year's Eve, and Gemma had declared it a mandatory blowout for the Sons of Anarchy. No runs, no drama, just family, booze, and a fresh start to whatever chaos the new year would bring.
You'd been roped into helping with decorations since dawn, your arms aching from hanging garlands and blowing up balloons. But you didn't mind. The club was your found family, a ragtag bunch of outlaws who'd pulled you in when life had kicked you to the curb.
Gemma treated you like the daughter she never had, and the guys? They were always watching your back, fixing your car when it sputtered, and making sure no crow-eater got too territorial around you.
Like overprotective brothers, or at least, that's what you thought.
"Darlin', hand me that staple gun," Gemma called from atop a ladder, her voice cutting through the classic rock blaring from the speakers. You passed it up, grinning as she secured another string of lights. "You're a lifesaver, baby. These boys couldn't decorate their way out of a paper bag."
The party was in full swing by nine. Crow eaters giggled in corners, prospects darted around refilling drinks, and the Sons held court like kings.
Jax sauntered over, his signature smirk in place, blond hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed. "Looking good, sweetheart," he said, eyeing the room but clearly meaning you. He leaned against the bar, arms crossed over his kutte. "You sticking around for the countdown?"
"Where else would I be?" you replied, oblivious to the way his blue eyes lingered a second too long. Jax had always been flirty, but it was just his way, charming everyone in a ten-mile radius.
Opie lumbered in next, his massive frame dwarfing the doorway. He carried a keg like it was a six-pack, setting it down with a thud. "Need a hand with anything, doll?" His voice was gruff, but there was a softness there, reserved for you and his kids.
You pointed him toward the tables that needed rearranging, and he got to work without a word, his mouth twitching in what might've been a smile.
Chibs appeared from the back, a bottle of scotch in hand. "Lass, ye look exhausted. Let me pour ye a wee dram." His Scottish brogue always made you chuckle, and you accepted the glass he offered, clinking it against his. "To new beginnings, aye?"
Tig slinked up behind you, his wild eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, dollface, you hear about the fireworks I got? Gonna light up the sky better than Vegas." He winked, throwing an arm around your shoulders a bit too casually. You shrugged him off playfully, used to his antics.
Happy, ever the silent type, nodded from the corner where he was sharpening a knifeābecause why not? But even he cracked a rare grin when you handed him a beer. "Thanks, little girl," he rumbled, his voice like gravel.
And then there was Juice, fiddling with the sound system, his mohawk freshly shaved in. "Hey! I made a playlist just for tonightāgot some of your favorites on there." He beamed like a puppy, and you ruffled his hair, thanking him.
Unbeknownst to you, as the party ramped up, the guys gathered in a huddle by the bar, drinks in hand. Jax leaned back in his chair, smirking as he lit a cigarette. "I'm callin' it now, brothers. Midnight kiss? It's gonna be with her."
Opie raised an eyebrow, crossing his massive arms. "The hell it is, Teller. She's been helpin' me with the kids more than anyone. If anyone's gettin' that kiss, it's me."
Chibs chuckled, scars crinkling. "Ye both can dream. Lass has a soft spot for the Scotsman. I'll be the one ringin' in the new year proper."
Tig's eyes lit up with that manic gleam. "Oh, come on. She's laughed at my jokes more than any of yours. And we all know I'm the most fun."
Happy grunted from the corner, arms folded. "She's mine."
Juice, fiddling with his phone, looked up nervously. "Guys, come on. We're not seriously competing over this, right?"
Jax laughed, clapping Juice on the back. "Why not? Looks like we've got ourselves a friendly competition, boys. May the best Son wināand get that kiss."
The gauntlet thrown, the night turned into a hilarious battlefield of subtle and not-so-subtle maneuvers. You, blissfully unaware, floated through the party, chatting and dancing with everyone.
Jax started strong, pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor. "C'mon, darlin', show me your moves." His hands on your waist were warm, guiding you through a slow spin to some old Motown track Juice had queued up.
You laughed, feeling the eyes of the room on you, but chalked it up to the festive vibe. "You're smooth, Jax Teller," you teased.
Not to be outdone, Opie cut in with his lumbering grace. "My turn." He towered over you, but his steps were surprisingly gentle, like he was afraid of stepping on your toes. "You having fun?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling close to your ear.
You nodded, resting a hand on his broad chest. "Always with you guys."
Chibs swooped in next, offering a dramatic bow. "May I have this dance, love?" His charm was infectious, and you found yourself giggling as he twirled you around, his kilt swishing. "Ye light up the room, ye know that?"
You blushed, but waved it off as friendly banter.
Tig, ever the wildcard, ambushed you at the bar with a shot. "To us, baby!" He clinked glasses, then launched into a ridiculous story about a fireworks mishap that had you in stitches. "Stick with me, and I'll make sure your new year starts with a bang." His eyebrow waggle was over-the-top, but you just rolled your eyes, amused.
Happy's approach wasā¦ unique. He cornered you by the pool table, handing you a cue stick. "Play me." His tattooed arms flexed as he racked the balls, and though he didn't say much, his intense stare made the game feel charged. You sank a few shots, and he nodded approvingly. "Not bad, little girl. You're tougher than you look."
Juice, bless him, went the tech route. "Hey, check this out. I hooked up some lights to sync with the music." He dimmed the room, and colors pulsed in time with the beat.
You hugged him impulsively. "You're a genius, Juice!"
As the hours ticked down, the competition escalated. Jax "accidentally" spilled a drink near you, only to whisk you away to clean up, his arm around your shoulders. Opie offered his jacket when the night air chilled through the open doors, draping it over you like a blanket. Chibs shared stories from his Glasgow days, making you laugh until your sides hurt. Tig set off a premature sparkler inside, nearly singeing Happy's eyebrows, which led to a mock chase around the clubhouse. Happy, in retaliation, challenged Tig to an arm-wrestle, but invited you to judgeāhis way of keeping you close. Juice kept the drinks flowing, mixing your favorites with a shy smile.
Gemma watched it all from afar, smirking into her wine glass. "Those idiots," she muttered to Clay, who just grunted. "Girl's got 'em all wrapped around her finger and doesn't even know it."
You felt the shift in the air, the guys orbiting you like planets around a sun, their usual brotherly vibes laced with something more. But you brushed it off; they were family, right? Just extra affectionate tonight from the booze.
The clock struck 11:55, and the crowd gathered, voices rising in anticipation. Balloons floated, champagne popped, and the Sons clustered around you, each one positioning himself strategically.
The TV blared the ball drop in Times Square. Everyone gathered in the main room as the countdown started.
"Ten!"
You stood in the middle of the crowd, champagne in hand, grinning as the Sons formed a loose circle around youācloser than usual.
"Nine!"
Jax edged in from one side, that cocky grin flashing.
"Eight!"
Opie from the other, tall and steady.
"Seven!"
Chibs winked, raising his glass.
"Six!"
Tig bounced on his toes like an excited puppy.
"Five!"
Happy's intense stare locked on you.
"Four!"
Juice smiled nervously, inching forward.
"Three!"
Your heart raced. Why were they all looking at you like that?
"Two!"
Hands reachedāgentle, competing, but not pushing.
"One!"
The room erupted in cheers. Fireworks popped outside. "Happy New Year!"
And then lips met yours. Soft at first, then deeper, a perfect midnight kiss that tasted like whiskey, smoke, and promise. Strong arms pulled you close, familiar leather against your skin.
You melted into it, oblivious still to the friendly groans and chuckles from the others.
When you pulled back, breathless and smiling, you looked up into his eyesāthose eyes you'd known for years.
The new year had just begun, and whatever came nextā¦ well, you'd figure it out with your family.
So who would you choose? Jax's charming blue, Opie's warm green, Chibs' twinkling scarred gaze, Tig's wild gleam, Happy's intense dark, or Juice's sweet stare. Whoever he is in your imagination, this kiss is yours to claim.
pairing - opie winston, chibs telford & happy lowman x fem reader
song is based on the devil rejects
summary: youāve seen the sons covered in blood, watched them kill without mercy, and instead of fear, it made you burn for them. you walk into their clubhouse ready to pay the price to be family, and they make sure youāll never forget who you belong to.
warnings: graphic violence (murder described in detail), blood/gore, knife play, rough sex, group sex/triple penetration (oral, vaginal, anal at the same time), mmfm, face-fucking, gagging/choking, cum play, degradation and praise mixed, impact/rough handling, possessive language, reader willingly consents to all sexual acts but scene has a dark tone with dub-con aesthetics, marking/bruising, breeding kink, twisted affection / āfamilyā cult vibes, general dark themes throughout - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
The night air was thick with gasoline and gunpowder when you stumbled into the alley behind the bar, just in time to see them corner the poor bastard. Youād seen the Sons around town before, always leather cuts, always dangerous. You had also heard rumours about the killings happening around town, a group of people were killing people and you had no idea it was them.
Opie was the first blow, his fist slamming into the manās jaw with a crack that echoed off brick. The victim spit teeth and blood, begging, but there was no mercy in their eyes. Chibs stepped in next, his knife flashing in the moonlight as he carved a line across the manās throat, not deep enough to kill but enough to make him scream. Happy just laughed, low and sadistic, holding the guy in place as he writhed, pressing his thumb into the wound until blood soaked his vest.
āQuit fuckinā squirmingā Happy growled, almost gleeful āYouāre dead anywayā
The man tried to run, but Opie yanked him back by the hair and drove a blade right into his stomach, slow and deliberate. His cries turned wet, gurgling, blood pouring over his hands as Chibs leaned in close and hissed something filthy in his ear before dragging the knife across his chest one last time. Together, the three of them dropped him in the dirt, lifeless, crimson pooling beneath.
You shouldāve run. Shouldāve screamed. But instead you froze, staring at them in the haze of smoke and blood. The way their chests heaved, sweat and gore dripping down leather. The way they looked so alive standing over the corpse, brothers in violence. Something hot and shameful coiled low in your belly, your thighs pressing together as your breath hitched.
You then watched as they all left, but you needed...something, and you couldn't stop yourself from following them to the clubhouse. You knew people would go if they wanted to be part of them, not many people did however, but you? Well you wanted to try.
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About an hour later, You walked into the clubhouse with your chin high, heart racing but resolve unshaken. The air reeked of smoke, leather, and blood, and all three of them turned to look at you like wolves spotting prey. You didnāt flinch, didnāt beg. You wanted this.
āI want inā you said simply, breath catching in your throat but your eyes never wavering.
Happyās grin was sharp and cruel āYou even know what the fuck that means? Once youāre family, thereās no walking awayā
āI donāt want to walk awayā you whispered.
Opie leaned forward, voice low and rough āFamily means no mercy, no innocence. You take us all, the way we want, and when weāre done with you, there wonāt be a doubt who you belong to. You ready for that?ā
Your thighs pressed together, wet already just from the promise āYes pleaseā
Chibs chuckled darkly, knife flashing between his fingers āThen get on the table, lassie. Letās make it bloody officialā
They stripped you down in seconds, rough hands tearing fabric, leather brushing your bare skin. The table was sticky with beer and god knows what else, but you didnāt care. Opieās huge hands spread your thighs, his cock thick and ready as he lined up at your pussy. He didnāt ease in, didnāt give you time. One brutal thrust and he filled you, making you cry out, moaning as your body stretched around him.
āGood girlā he growled, already rutting into you āSo fuckinā wet. Mine nowā
Your moan was cut off when Happy grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat on the first thrust. You gagged around him, spit spilling down your chin, but you opened wider, taking him deeper as he laughed low and mean. āLook at you, begginā for it. Gonna choke nice and pretty for me, sweetheartā
And then there was Chibs, pressing up behind you, the cold flat of his blade teasing down your spine before he slicked his cock and shoved into your ass. The stretch was vicious, pain blooming into heat as he bottomed out with a filthy groan āFuckinā hell, lass, tighter than a vice. Gonna remind ye of me every time ye park that sweet arseā
You were split wide, filled in every hole, their rhythm merciless as they used you in unison. You fucking loved it, you wanted it, you craved it. Opieās cock pounded into your cunt, his thrusts so hard your tits bounced with every slam. Happy was ruthless, face twisted in pleasure as he fucked your throat raw, his laugh vibrating through your chest every time you gagged. Chibs kept his knife against your skin, dragging it along your ribs while he drove deeper into your ass, his accent thick in your ear as he snarled, āScream for us, darlinā. Bleed for yer new familyā
Your vision blurred as you moaned around Happy, cunt clenching around Opie, ass squeezing tight around Chibs. They praised you and degraded you all at once, their voices a filthy chorus. āGood fuckinā girlā Opie groaned, his hand dropping to rub your clit rough and fast āOurs nowā
āSheās familyā Chibs rasped, biting at your shoulder even as the blade pressed just enough to sting āRide or die, no turninā backā
āTake it, bitchā Happy growled, hips snapping as he buried himself in your throat, eyes dark and gleaming āShow us you fuckinā love itā
You broke apart on them, body convulsing, every hole clenching tight as an orgasm tore through you, violent and overwhelming. You sobbed around Happyās cock, cunt flooding Opieās length, ass trembling around Chibs until you thought youād shatter. They kept going, chasing their own release, using you like the perfect toy until with filthy groans they all spilled into you at once. Opie flooding your pussy, Chibs emptying in your ass, Happy pouring down your throat until you swallowed every drop.
When it was over, you collapsed against the table, body wrecked and marked with spit, cum, bruises, and the faint red trails of Chibsā knife. Opie caught you before you could slide off, cradling your trembling body against his chest as Happy wiped your chin with his thumb and smirked. Chibs pressed the flat of his blade against your stomach, a dark, twisted smile on his face as he whispered, āFamily now, lass. Ours foreverā
Opie x Romantic?!Reader (heās mentioned but not in)
Warnings: SOA
Word count: 726
Summary: Finding out Clay ordered the hit on Opie that ended up killing Donna. Y/n doesnāt know who to tell or trust. But one person she knows she can always trust and count on. Her brother, Jax.
āJax, can we talk real quick?ā Y/n asked her brother once he opened his front door after she knocked. Y/n had stopped by hoping to catch him before he left for TM.
āYeah, Y/n/n.ā Jax moved aside to let his sister in before glancing around and shutting the door. Jax noticed how she was glancing around his place so he added. āItās just us.ā
āGood.ā Y/n nodded, biting her lip anxiously, she was nervous to speak about what she recently found out. But if there was one person she could tell anything to, it was her brother.
āWhatās bothering you sis?ā He was growing more concerned by the second as he watched her and saw how anxious she was growing.
āI found some stuff out that Iām not supposed to know. Well, Iām sure no oneās supposed to know.ā Y/n wanted to prepare him that what she needed to tell him was drastic news.
āY/n?ā Jax pulled her over to sit on his couch holding her hands in his and sitting close so they were touching. He was hoping to convey that she could lean on him physically and metaphorically for anything.
āI found out about something Clay ordered to have done and now Iām scared heās going to find out I know.ā She told him shaking and Jax could feel it. Neither one of them trusts Clay or many others besides each other.
āFuck.ā Jax cussed swiping a hand through his hair, a nervous tick he always did when he was stressed and or shocked.
āYeah.ā Y/n mumbled.
āI wonāt let him touch you. I promise you that.ā Jax turned back to Y/n promising to keep her safe from their most recent and possibly not that new, threat. āWhatād you find out?ā
Y/n took a deep breath and let it out before speaking. āI found out he ordered the hit that got Donna killed. That it was meant for Opie.ā
Jax's facial expression hardened. āHowād you find this out?ā
Now Jax was scared for his sister, Clay is unpredictable and if he knows Y/n has found out this information. That would be very bad for Y/n.
āI overheard Tig and Clay talking about it. Tig was the shooter.ā She told her brother. This was all fucked up, she couldnāt help but wonder how long thingās had been this fucked up for?
Tig being the shooter was news to Jax, but he did suspect it. āWho else knows?ā
āI donāt think anyone. You donāt seem surprised.ā Y/n sighed, and then raised a brow in question to his lack of shock.
āI havenāt trusted Clay in a while. I had my suspicions that he had something to do with it. But this confirms it.ā He told her honestly.
āMy God. jax. Whatāre we gonna do?ā Clay had power, they had to be careful but they canāt let him get away with it. Or anything.
āClay needs to be pushed out of the club. One way or another.ā Sure his hands were failing but that might not be soon enough.
āI agree.ā Y/n nodded. If he was out what happens to him isnāt a club problem.
āWe canāt tell Ope. At least not yet.ā Jax stressed, they couldnāt let Opie find out.
āHeād kill Clay.ā Y/n knew the last thing they needed was Opie killing Clay. That would make things worse.
āExactly.ā
The siblings sat in silence for a while contemplating on things.
āHowād things get so fucked?ā Y/n looked to Jax exhausted that the hits just never seemed to stop coming.
āI donāt know. Maybe they always were and itās just now. . .ā Jax sighed, their whole world had been falling apart recently.
āCalasping.ā Y/n filled in finding the word he was looking for. Itās how she felt to.
āYeah.ā He shook his head hating that things were so messed up.
āPlease be careful. I canāt lose you.ā Y/n stressed, she wouldnāt know what to do if something happened to Jax. They were each other's rock growing up and that never changed.
āYou wonāt lose me. And I wonāt lose you. We just have to be careful.ā Jax pulled her into his chest, holding her as much for her benefit and his. Theyād protect each other to the very end.
Request by @a-winter-tale : I'd absolutely love to see something about Opie Winston x Reader, the prompt "You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."
A/N: the way i have MISSED writing for Opie!!!! thank you so much for the request. i hope you enjoy!!
It'd been fifteen years since your family had moved out of Charming. Ten since you last made it back to visit. You knew that it was a long time to stay away without a sighting of any kind, a letter or a call. In your defense, however, it hadn't been your choice for a good chunk of that decade.
You had no idea what to expect when you rolled back into Charming. All you had with you was whatever you could fit in your backpack and the bags strapped to the back of your bike. It wasn't much, but it was more than what youād had to your name for the last few years.
As you rolled down Main Street you couldn't believe how much was still exactly as you remembered it. It was as comforting as it was eerie. When you were a kid it had always seemed like nothing in Charming ever changed, but as you got older and stayed away longer, you just assumed it was because as a kid it was impossible to have a good perspective on those kinds of things. But cruising along you felt like you could walk into any shop on the strip and find exactly what you were looking for in the exact place it had been ten years ago.
Prior to seeing the rest of the town for yourself, there was one place in Charming you had figured would be more or less how you remembered it. It was the most of the reason you came back; or the people who would be there were, at least.
Just like always, there was a long line of motorcycles parked in the stretch between T-M and the clubhouse. You smiled behind the visor of your helmet as you rolled your bike right into line alongside theirs like it had earned the spot.
āHey,ā a man came jogging out from one of the work bays, tattoos running down along either side of his mohawk, ācan I, uh,ā he came to a stop right beside your bike, ācan I help you?ā
You nodded before taking your helmet off. Wiping the back of your hand along your forehead you said, āActually, yeah, you just might be able toā¦ā you trailed off and then saw the name stitched into his Teller-Morrow work shirt, āJuice.ā
āAlright, cool. Before I do though,ā you could feel the mildly nervous energy vibrating off him, āyou should probably park your bike over,ā he gestured vaguely towards the line of cars wereāpresumably ones that were waiting to be worked on, āthere.ā
Laughing, you rested your helmet on the seat between your legs. āWhy's that? Club president gonna come out and accuse me of starting a turf war?ā Juice was halfway to stammering out an answer when you asked, āWho's in charge these days, anyway?ā
Now he looked surprised instead of awkward, which was probably an improvement as far as he was concerned. āClay.ā
āDamn,ā you said with a chuckle. āShit really doesn't change around here.ā
āWho areāā
āOpe around?ā You asked, not letting him finish a question you didnāt really want to answer. āOr Jax?ā
āClubhouse,ā he answered.
The look on his face after the word came out had you thinking he regretted giving up that particular piece of information to easily. After all, he had no idea who you were or what you wanted with Opie or Jax. Couldn't put the cat back in the bag now, though.
āPerfect,ā you said with a nod as you swung your leg up over your bike. You left your helmet and backpack with it, figuring that it was as safe out here as it would be in the clubhouse. As you made your way towards the clubhouse door you unzipped your jacket and called back over your shoulder, āGuess I'll go squash the turf war before it gets started.ā
He yelled after you but you didnāt pay enough attention to make out what he was saying. You lied to yourself about the knot in your stomach as you went to open the clubhouse door. You remembered what it looked like ten years ago, remembered in blurry memories how it felt when there was music blaring and drinks being poured for everyone with a free hand. After all the things you'd been through the last few years, you knew that there was nothing on the other side of those doors that you wouldnāt be able to handle. Still, you forced yourself to take a deep breath before crossing the threshold.
It was quiet in a way that you shouldn't have been surprised by since it was the middle of the day. Music was playing but at a volume that was surprisingly respectable. There were a couple guys sitting at one of the tables, but not who you were looking for. The chapel doors were open and the room was empty from what you could see.
You hadn't gone too deep into the lion's den, instead choosing to get as good of a look at everything as you could from a few steps inside the door. You were lost in your own thoughts when your field of vision was taken up by yet another man you didnāt know. For a moment you wondered if SAMCRO had added a head tattoo clause to their bylaws because this guy had one tooāa snake slithering along the top of his skull.
āNeed something?ā he asked, voice rough.
āLooking for Opie.ā You paused, and when his expression didn't change, you asked, āDo you know where he is?ā
He nodded towards the hallway on the opposite side of the room. āDorms.ā
His response didn't warrant much from you. You were waiting for him to either tell you to get lost, or step out of your way so you could go and find Opie. When he didnāt do either of those things, you took a small sidestep. Part of you was waiting for him to match your step and continue blocking you but he didnāt. With a small nod you slithered past him and went to find Opie.
Turning into the hallway, you wouldnāt have been surprised if another member of the club showed up and asked you to answer their riddles three. When you saw that most of the hall was lined with rooms, you knew immediately that you had no interest in sticking your head into each one to find him. God only knew what was going on in those dorms at any given hour.
You cleared your throat and hoped you sounded more self-assured than you felt as you called out one short, clear, āOpie?ā
A few doors down you got an unenthused response of, āYeah?ā
You let out a sigh of relief as you walked down the hall towards the sound of his voice. You were about to round the doorframe when he came out and smacked right into you.
āJesus.ā
āFuck.ā
Opie hardly moved but the sudden unexpected impact sent you back half a stride. Apparently he'd taken up a promising career as a brick wall in your absence. The muscles were new, and so was the beard. Sure, new was relative when so much time had gone by, but still.
The only thing that rivaled the shock you were feeling was the confusion on Opie's face. If he'd changed some in the last ten years, you had to figure you were skirting dangerously close to unrecognizable. Normally you liked the idea of that, but seeing the extra few seconds it took for him to place who you were sent a pang through your chest.
āLong time, no see,ā you said, a lame attempt to break the ice. Not at all what you thought were going to be your first words to him after all this time but nothing in your life ever went according to plan anyway.
āHoly shit,ā he said with a huff of a laugh. He reached out and pulled you into a hug, this time the wall of his chest was much more comforting. āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā he asked, still in disbelief, still holding you.
You laughed against the leather pressed to your cheek. āAll roads lead back home, right? Something like that?ā
He pulled away so he could get a better look at you. āYou're back?ā His arms dropped back to his sides. āReally back?ā
āAs back as someone can be when they are homeless and jobless, yeah.ā
āShit, most people who never left here are in the same boat. You're fine.ā He spotted the gloves sticking out of your jacket pocket. āYou ride here?ā
āYeah. Ask your buddy in the shop whoās about one bad vibe away from towing my shit.ā
You had tried to sound annoyed but the smile on your face ruined it. It felt too good being back to really be upset. Felt too good to be standing in that hallway talking to Opie to be worried about the logistical nightmare you'd landed yourself in.
āBack and with a fuckinā bike,ā he said, disbelief dripping from his voice.
āWhat, you don't still believe those toys are for boys only, do you?ā
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, knowing better than to take the bait. At least he hadn't forgotten that during your time apart. āWas gonna offer you my dorm to crash in while you get settled but if you're gonna get smart about itāā
You raised your eyebrows. āWow. Your dorm? Costing myself a real opportunity to stay at the Ritz, huh?ā
Draping his arm around your shoulders, he started bringing you back towards the main expanse of the clubhouse. āBeats sleeping on the street.ā
āMmmm,ā you looked at him as you walked, āI don't know about that.ā
The two of you were sitting at the picnic table outside the clubhouse. You didnāt mind the heat; better that and the smell of the mechanic bays than the smoke and beer that permeated the air inside. When Opie had sat down on one side, he figured you'd find your place across from him. Instead you plopped down on the bench right beside him. He chuckled as he turned to copy your position: one leg on either side of the bench so you were looking at each other head-on.
āAlright,ā you clapped your hands, āhighlight run of the last ten years. Real shit only or we'll never be caught up. You first.ā
He chuckled, resting one arm on top of the table. āReal shit only. Alright.ā He started counting each event off on his fingers. āMarried. Kid. Another kid. Jax became VP. Prison.ā He was no longer looking at you as he held up his other hand to continue the count. āDivorce.ā
Your face fell. āJesus Christ, Ope.ā
When he forced himself to meet your eyes again, he nodded. āYour turn.ā
āWhāno. What the hell happāā
He shook his head. āNot much to say. One thing explains the other. You remember Donna.ā It was a statement, not a question. āThe club was just something she tolerated, you know? She's not Gemma.ā
You scoffed. āWho is?ā
It got him to crack a smile. āRight. But when the club got me put in, she was done. She hung on for about a year and then she couldnāt take it anymore.ā He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his kutte and lit one. āI stopped blamin' her a while ago.ā
You hummed in thought. āVery gallant of you.ā
He slid the pack of smokes in your direction without a word. A silent offer. Knowing better you reached for it. You saw the flicker of a smile go across Opie's face as you did. āThought you were kicking the habit.ā
Once he lit it for you, you answered, āI did. And then I picked it back up again.ā
āPart of the highlight real?ā
Smoke slipped out between your lips as you laughed. āMore or less.ā
He jutted his chin in your direction. āYour turn.ā
You pulled a drag off your cigarette, letting your sigh blow out all the smoke you'd just taken in. You could dodge questions but you werenāt ever a good liar. That was what landed you in nearly every mess you'd ever found yourself. The knot in your stomach made you realize why Opie hadn't wanted to look at you when he laid down his cards.
With your hand that wasn't holding your cigarette, you copied his counting method. āCollege. No marriage. No kids. Motorcycle license. Prison.ā You took another drag. āYou beat me by one. Good thing I didnāt need my second hand.ā To emphasize your point, you tapped the ash off the end of your cigarette.
āAre you serious?ā he asked, brows knit.
Pressing the heel of your palm against your forehead, you nodded. āYeah.ā
āHow long?ā
āThey gave me six. I served four and got paroled. Kissed the ass of my PO for twenty-four long months, and now I'm here.ā
āFor what?ā
Opie couldnāt wrap his head around the idea of you being inside. You were the epitome of the straight and narrow. Growing up he honestly couldnāt believe that you ran with him and Jax, that you parents let you run with them. And the fact that you made a point to come back even after your parents hauled you up to the very tip of the state blew him away even more. When you'd stopped coming around, he figured it was because you had come to your senses. Apparently he should've made a point to ask after you.
You could see it in Opie's eyes that he was trying to get to the answer to that question before you gave it to him. If you hadn't been so tired you would have dragged out the guessing game. You both deserved something easy.
āImperfect self defense,ā you said, derision saturating every word. You flicked away the butt of your cigarette. āManslaughter. Apparently the looming threat caused by my piece of shit ex wasn't imminent enough for a jury of my peers.ā
āI'm sorry.ā It felt lame to say it but he had no other words.
You shrugged. āIt is what it is.ā You spun the pack of smokes on the tabletop. āIt's why I picked the habit back up.ā
āThat'll do it.ā
A few agonizingly long seconds of silence passed between you. It almost made you regret telling him what had happened. There was no taking it back now, but if he didnāt stop looking at you like some delicate thing that had lost its way, you were going to give him a new slew of problems to think about.
You rapped your knuckles against the table. āGood talk.ā
He huffed out a weak laugh, like he knew that he was the one making this more complicated than it had to be. He didnāt want it to be like that. He'd missed you. God he'd missed you. In a way that he had gotten good at lying to himself about until he'd seen you again. Ten years was a long fucking time. Too long.
āI'm glad you're back,ā he said, trying to smooth over the edges he'd put into your conversation. āCouldn't have been easy.ā
You shook your head. āFirst easy thing in a long, long time.ā
He nodded, wanting to revel in that but knowing what it had all cost you. āYou really don't have a place to stay?ā
Your laughter made the air between you feel light again. āReally really.ā
Taking a deep breath, Opie stood up. With an easy step he freed himself from the confines of the picnic table bench. Hands in his pockets, he nodded towards the line of motorcycles.
āC'mon. Show me what you're riding these days. If it's not too embarrassing to park in my driveway you can crash with me.ā
You smiled and shook your head, swiping his cigarettes as you went. āWhat? My little sob story got me an upgrade from the dorm?ā
He gave you a light, playful shove in the direction of all the bikes. āShut up.ā
You didnāt ask about any of it, and Opie didnāt offer it up. Your bags found their temporary home at the end of his sofa. His kutte was hung on one hook by the door, your riding jacket on the one right beside it. The whole thing felt surreal; you knew that he could feel it too. The air between you wasnāt tense per se, but there was something lingering within it.
You weren't bold enough to ask how long it had been since Donna had left. LongĀ enough that the wedding ring was gone from his finger. Not so long that he replaced the gaps in the house where her things used to be. Missing furniture that never got replaced, walls of the kids' bedrooms still painted in the same pastel colors from when they still lived there. It was as much a museum as it was a house. Or maybe graveyard was a better word.
Even with all the years that had gone by, all the events that transpired that you clawed your way through alone, you had still considered Opie to be one of your best friends. It didn't matter to you that he had been so many zip codes away. Same with Jax. The three of you had had each other for so long you couldnāt conceive of being something close to strangers now. You were still close in all the ways that mattered; you had to believe that. That was the last touchstone you had after you'd lost everything else. Why else would you have found your way back to Charming?
Empty takeout boxes and beer bottles were all that was left of the dinner that had gotten delivered. Opie made himself start cleaning up after listening to the shower run down the hallway for a few minutes. He couldnāt remember the last time that he had someone else simply existing in the house with him. As much as he wanted to lean into the comfort of it, something stopped him.
By the time you emerged, wrapped in a towel with steam rolling off your bare shoulders, the coffee table was clear and the sofa had a blanket and pillows laid out on it for you. You smiled at the sight. Your footfalls were nearly silent even on the hardwood as you went over to get a t-shirt and sweatpants to sleep in.
Opie's footsteps on the other hand, you could hear even though he was still at the far end of the hall. You briefly wondered if he slept with his boots on, too. When the footsteps stopped, you had a feeling he was lingering in the junction of the hall and the living room watching you. You wondered if the towel was pulled up high enough to cover the two scars by your shoulder blades, ones that certainly hadn't been there last time you saw him.
āShower pressure is unreal, by the way,ā you joked as you closed your bag. You stood up and turned to face him, clothes clutched in your hand. āAlmost enough to make up for the two-in-one you've got in there.ā He went to try and defend himself but you cut him off, smiling the entire time. āIf you're gonna grow your hair out all long and luscious, Ope, you should invest in one bottle of each.ā
He cracked a small smile. āI'll keep it in mind.ā
You bumped your shoulder into him as you passed by. āThat's all I ask.ā
When you came back to the living room intent on collapsing onto the sofa and going to sleep, you found Opie sitting in the middle of the couch. Now it was your turn to linger on the fringe and watch. You wished that you could see the expression on his face, that you could have some clue as to what he was thinking. The house was silent and it felt like your breathing was way louder than it should be.
You took a few steps closer and set both hands on the back of the sofa right behind him. Leaning some of your weight onto them, you made a quiet attempt at a joke, āThis mean that I get the king size mattress while you sleep on the couch?ā
He turned his head to look at you, the ends of his mouth barely twitching into a grin. You could see that he wanted to fire back, pick up the repartee that the two of you and Jax had perfected over the years, but he couldnāt manage it right then.
āJax ever reach out?ā he asked, exhaustion thick in his voice.
You felt your heart sink a little. Walking around the sofa, you plopped down next to him, the sinking of the cushion inadvertently pushing the two of you closer together. āOnce, I think. Before all the shit with my ex went down. Why?ā
āI should'a called.ā
You laughed, not to make light of what he was feeling but because you had no idea what it had to do with anything. āThink a couple of phone calls would've stopped all that from happening?ā
āI didnāt have any idea about any of it,ā he said, words heavy with the weight of his disappointment in himself. āI'm sorry.ā
Shaking your head, you rested your hand on his knee. āYou had your own shit going on.ā You looked around the house. āClearly. What was there for you to do?ā
āYou shouldn't have had to deal with all of that on your own.ā
āYou're not my bodyguard anymore, Ope,ā you said, humor creeping back into your voice for a split second as you said it. āI know you guys went to bat for me when we were kids, but, I mean c'mon, we haven't been kids for a while.ā
The pleading look in his eyes was impossible to miss. What the plea was for you could only guess. āI hate that you're carrying that shit.ā He shook his head. āIt's not right.ā
āI mean, yeah. But look, I've been carrying it. I don't know who you've been thinking of when you've thought of me, but I can guarantee I'm different now.ā You tried to say the next part as gently as you could, because you didnāt mean it with any malice. āYou don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore. And you aren't either.ā
āI know, butāā
āDonāt feel bad for a version of me that doesn't exist anymore.ā You pressed your fingers into the denim covering his leg. āAnd I'll do the same for you.ā
He nodded and it grew silent between you. You watched him as he stared down at your hand on his leg. You waited for him to say something, or to pull away. After a few more seconds went by you could have sworn you felt him leaning into you.
āI do know you, though. Maybe not all of you anymore,ā he admitted, almost whispering. āBut I know you.ā
The tenderness of it allowed you to finally relax the way you'd been wanting to for so long. At this point you and Opie were equally responsible for keeping the other upright. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder and closed your eyes.
āDo I know you?ā you asked.
āYeah,ā he said, lips brushing against the top of your head. āI think so.ā
It would have been so easy to lean in and kiss you. He could just tilt your chin a little bit, dip his head down, and he could finally learn what it felt like to kiss you. With the way you were pressed flush against him, he couldnāt help but to think that you'd even kiss him back. You were so close.
But he stopped himself. He listened to the easy steadiness of your breathing and focused on the rhythmic pattern of your thumb going back and forth along his knee. He smelled his soap on your skin, but not the shampoo that you had admonished him for and that made him smile in a way you could probably feel.
So much time had passed, and he couldnāt help but to wonder how much time he was going to have with you now. He wondered if this was just a pit stop or if you were going to stick around this time. He hoped that you would; he wanted to get to know all the parts of you that he didnāt.
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TW: Canon typical violence, cussing, mentions of grief and death, mentions of kidnapping, tension, fluff, Opie is a cuddler.
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The Long Way Round - P.21
The morning light filtered through the curtains in soft golden rays, warming the bedroom with the promise of a perfect day. Opie blinked awake slowly, the contentment of deep sleep still wrapped around him like a blanket as he registered the weight beside him in bed.
You were there, curled on your side facing him, your hair spread across the pillow in a way that caught the morning sun. Your face was peaceful in sleep, relaxed in a way it rarely was during waking hours when you were always moving, always caring for someone, always putting others' needs before your own.
He found himself studying the details he'd memorized during careful observationāthe curve of your cheek, the way your lashes rested against your skin, the slight part of your lips as you breathed evenly. This moment felt sacred somehow, stolen from the chaos of regular life where he could just watch you exist without the weight of responsibility or the careful boundaries you'd both been maintaining.
As if sensing his attention, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his with immediate warmth and recognition. No surprise, no questioning why he was watching you sleepājust acceptance and something that looked like joy at finding him there.
"Morning," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.
"Morning," he replied, unable to stop himself from reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.
You smiled at the gesture, shifting closer until your head rested against his chest. The movement was natural, unguarded, and he wrapped his arms around you instinctively, pulling you into the warmth of his body. You fit perfectly there, your smaller frame tucking against him like you were made for this exact position.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger against your skin while breathing in the scent of your shampoo mixed with something uniquely you. The gesture felt right in a way that went beyond physical comfortāit felt like coming home.
"Dad! Dad! Wake up!" The sound of small feet thundering down the hallway preceded Kenny and Ellie's arrival by mere seconds.
The bedroom door burst open, and suddenly the bed was under siege by two energetic children who launched themselves at both you and their father with the absolute certainty that they would be caught and welcomed. Opie rolled onto his back with exaggerated effort, making room for both kids while keeping one arm firmly around you.
"It's Saturday!" Ellie announced unnecessarily, bouncing slightly on the mattress. "Can we make pancakes?"
"With chocolate chips?" Kenny added hopefully, his face still soft with the remnants of sleep but his eyes bright with anticipation.
You laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and Opie felt his heart expand with something that felt too big for his chest to contain. "Yea Dude, I think we can manage pancakes," you said, reaching out to ruffle Kenny's hair.
This was perfect. This moment, with his children happy and hisāhis what? His girlfriend? His partner? The woman he was falling more deeply for with every day?āwrapped in his arms, the morning stretching ahead with nothing but simple domestic joy...
The alarm shattered the dream like glass, dragging Opie back to consciousness with jarring abruptness. He jolted awake in his empty bed, the other side cold and untouched, the morning light less golden than it had seemed moments ago.
For a few disoriented seconds, he lay there trying to hold onto the fragments of the dream, to recapture the feeling of contentment and rightness that had seemed so real. But reality was already reasserting itselfāthe weight of Abel's kidnapping, Jax's barely contained desperation, and the knowledge that in a few days they'd be leaving for Belfast.
And underneath all of that, the conversation he'd been putting off for days now. Jax's words echoed in his memory "You can't build something real on a foundation of secrets."
The sounds of movement in the kitchen told Opie that you were already managing the morning routine with your usual quiet efficiency. He lay in bed for another moment, trying to gather the energy to face the day and the difficult conversation that loomed aheadāthough not the conversation about Kenny's birthday party, which you'd already meticulously planned for this coming Saturday, just two days before his actual birthday on Monday.
When he finally made his way to the kitchen, he found you at the stove making breakfast while simultaneously helping Ellie locate her missing homework folder and reminding Kenny that yes, he did indeed need to wear socks to school.
The scene was so achingly normal, so perfectly domestic, that it made his chest tight with emotions he couldn't name. This was what he'd been dreaming aboutānot some fantasy future, but the reality you'd already built together through months of shared mornings and collaborative child wrangling.
"Morning," you said, glancing over your shoulder with a smile that made something warm unfold in his chest. "Coffee's ready."
"You're a lifesaver," he said, moving to pour himself a cup while resisting the urge to wrap his arms around your waist. Not in front of the kidsāthat was what you'd both agreed on as you'd carefully navigated the shift from professional relationship to something more.
But the wanting was there, constant and insistent, every time you moved through his kitchen like you belonged there.
"Dad!" Kenny's voice pulled his attention from admiring the way your jeans fit as you reached for the cabinet. "My birthday is in two days!"
"Hmm," Opie said, settling into his usual chair and accepting the plate of scrambled eggs and toast you set in front of him. "Seven years old. That's a big deal."
"It is," Kenny agreed seriously, his expression taking on the thoughtful quality that meant he was working up to something. "I was thinking... maybe I could have a party this year?"
Opie caught your eye over Kenny's head, seeing the barely suppressed amusement there. His son had no idea that you'd already spent the last couple days coordinating with the pizza place in Lodi, confirming RSVPs from his school friends, and arranging for Piney and some of the club members to attend.
"A party?" Opie said, playing along. "I dunno bud, What kind of party were you thinking?"
"Maybe we could have pizza ?" Kenny suggested, clearly trying to sound casual about what was obviously a well-rehearsed pitch. "And like a big cake."
"That sounds reasonable," you said, setting a glass of apple juice in front of him while maintaining your innocent expression. "Who would you want to invite?"
"Well, Tommy and maybe Marcus from school," Kenny said, warming to his topic now that the adults in his life seemed receptive. "And maybe Grandpa Piney if he wants to come, and some of the Dad's friends if they're not busy."
"We can probably make that happen," Opie said, reaching over to ruffle his son's hair while fighting back a smile at Kenny's obvious delight.
As Kenny launched into an enthusiastic description of the why pizza was the best thing ever, complete with detailed specifications about the benefits of cheesey goodness, Opie found himself watching you interact with his children. The way you asked follow-up questions that made Kenny feel heard, the way you intercepted Ellie's attempt to put syrup on her scrambled eggs with gentle redirectionāevery gesture spoke of genuine care that went beyond professional obligation.
You caught him staring and raised an eyebrow in silent question, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. He shook his head slightly, not trusting himself to explain what he was thinking in front of the kids.
Later, he promised himself. Later he would find the words to tell you about Belfast, about why he had to leave just days after Kenny's birthday despite finally having something worth staying for.
The day progressed with the familiar rhythm of school drop-offs and household tasks, but there was an undercurrent of tension that Opie couldn't quite shake. Every time he looked at youāfolding laundry at the kitchen table, reorganizing the pantry with characteristic efficiency, simply existing in his spaceāhe was reminded of the conversation he needed to have.
But he kept finding excuses to delay. The club meeting that needed his attention. The phone call from Jax that required immediate discussion. The broken cabinet hinge that suddenly seemed urgent to fix.
You moved around him with patient understanding, seeming to sense that something was weighing on him but not pushing for explanations. It was one of the things he loved about youāthe way you gave people space to process their emotions without making them feel abandoned.
When you passed him in the hallway carrying a basket of clean towels, he couldn't resist reaching out to catch your waist, pulling you gently against him. You set the basket down immediately, turning in his arms with a knowing smile.
"Distracting me again Ope?" you asked, your voice carrying that teasing quality that had become more common as your relationship had evolved from careful formality to genuine intimacy.
"Can't a man appreciate the woman in his life?" he countered, his hands settling comfortably on your hips as he looked down at you.
"The woman in his life?" you repeated, your smile widening. "That's rather smooth, Winston."
"I have my moments," he said, and before he could overthink it, he bent down to press a kiss to your foreheadāthe same gesture from his dream, but grounded in reality this time.
You made a soft sound of both contentment and perhaps surprise, leaning into him in a way that suggested you were craving this contact as much as he was. "I have to finish this, kids will be home in three hours," you murmured against his chest. "And you have that thing at the clubhouse in two."
"I know," he said, but he didn't let go, not yet. "Just needed a minute."
"Rough day?" you asked, your hands sliding up to rest against his shoulders.
"Something like that," he admitted, unable to fully voice the turmoil churning beneath his carefully maintained exterior.
You were quiet for a moment, just holding him, and the simple comfort of your presence was almost enough to make him forget about Belfast and kidnapped babies and the dangerous mission that loomed on the horizon.
"Whatever it is," you said finally, "We can talk about it."
The casual certainty in your voice, made his heart clench with something that might have been hope or might have been dread. Because what if you didn't want to figure it out together once you knew what "it" actually entailed?
By the time evening rolled around and both kids were tucked into bed with stories read and nightlights turned on, Opie found you at the kitchen table with your notebook, reviewing the final details for Kenny's surprise party on Saturday.
Or at least, he thought both kids were tucked in until he heard the soft patter of small feet in the hallway.
"I thought you were asleep, Ellie." Opie said as his daughter appeared in the doorway, her favorite stuffed rabbit clutched to her chest.
"I forgot to ask something," Ellie said seriously, padding over to where you sat at the table. "Is Juice coming to Kenny's party?"
You exchanged an amused glance with Opie before answering. "He said he's planning to be there, sweetie. Why?"
"Because Juice is so cool," Ellie said, her eight-year-old enthusiasm making her bounce slightly on her toes. "He knows everything and he has those really awesome tattoos and he always tells the best jokes. And he said at that big sleepover that he'd show me how to do a wheelie on a bike when I'm older, which is going to be so cool."
"A wheelie, huh?" Opie said, making a mental note to have words with Juice about making promises to his daughter that involved the potential of bodily harm.
"And his motorcycle is so shiny," Ellie continued, clearly on a roll now. "And one time he brought me a chocolate bar just because. He's basically the coolest person ever."
The dreamy quality in his daughter's voice made Opie's eye twitch slightly, but you were clearly trying not to laugh at Ellie's enthusiastic recitation of Juice's many virtues.
"That's very nice, honey," you said gently. "But it's time for bed now. We have a big day on Saturday and you need your rest."
"Okay," Ellie agreed, apparently satisfied now that she'd confirmed Juice's attendance. "Night, Dad. Night!"
She threw her arms around Opie's neck for a quick hug, then did the same to you before scampering back down the hallway to her room.
After you'd both listened for the sound of her bedroom door closing and the creak of her bed as she climbed back in, you turned to Opie with barely suppressed amusement dancing in your eyes.
"Well," you said, your lips twitching with the effort of holding back a smile. "That was adorable. I think someone has her first case of hero worship."
"Think we should warn him?" Opie asked.
"And ruin his look of confusion when she follows him around all afternoon?" you said, with a grin. "Absolutely not. It'll be hilarious."
Opie groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Why did it have to be Juice? Out of all the guys in the club, why did my daughter have to develop a crush on Juice?"
"Because he's nice to her and pays attention to her," you said, your attempt at seriousness undermined by the laughter in your voice. "And because he has 'cool tattoos' and apparently gives her chocolate."
"I'm going to kill him," Opie muttered.
"She's eight," you reminded him, finally giving in to your laughter. "It's innocent. She probably thinks he's like a character from one of her cartoonsācool and fun and superhero-adjacent."
"I know it's innocent," Opie said, lifting his head to look at you. "But she's my little girl. She's not supposed to notice anyone is cool until she's at least thirty."
"Thirty?" you repeated, still grinning. "That seems a bit excessive."
"Forty, then," he amended. "And by then Juice will be old and less likely to teach her dangerous motorcycle tricks."
You shook your head affectionately, returning your attention to your party planning notes even as your smile lingered. "For what it's worth, I think it's sweet. She clearly feels safe around your brothers, which means you've done a good job making sure she knows they're family."
The observation was accurate but did nothing to ease Opie's discomfort with the image of his daughter gazing adoringly at one of his brothers. "I'm still having words with him about the wheelie thing."
"Probably for the best," you agreed diplomatically. "Now, back to the party planning before we get distracted again..."
"Okay, so I confirmed with the pizza place this afternoon," you said, consulting your notes with the careful attention you gave to everything. "We have the party room reserved from one to four, which should give the kids plenty of time to eat and play without anyone getting too overstimulated."
You were sitting with your hair pulled back, looking so perfectly domestic and settled into his life that it made his chest ache. The party planning had consumed most of your free time, coordinating schedules and dietary restrictions and making sure Kenny's favorite kind of pizza would be available.
"Sounds good," Opie said, settling into the chair across from you even though what he really wanted was to pull you into his lap and stop pretending that the careful distance you maintained was anything other than torture.
"Alice confirmed that her and Tommy are coming." you continued, checking items off your list. "And Piney said he wouldn't miss it for the world. He's even talking about bringing that remote control car he's been working on as a gift."
The way you said "Piney" with such casual familiarity, the way you'd seamlessly integrated yourself into not just his life but his extended family, made Opie's heart clench with feelings he was trying very hard not to examine too closely. Not yet. Not when everything felt so precarious.
"What about the club guys?" he asked, though he already knew you'd been coordinating with Gemma about who would be available.
"Chibs said he'll be there, and Juice is bringing some kind of elaborate Lego set that he swears Ken will love," you said, your smile soft with affection for the club members who'd become part of your extended circle.
"Jax said he, Tara and Abel would try to make it." You said quietly.
You didnt know that Jax's son was missing, kidnapped and taken to Ireland, and birthday parties probably felt impossibly trivial to Jax and Tara in the face of that kind of crisis. Opie nodded, grateful that he didn't have to explain tonight.
"You didn't have to do all this," he said quietly, watching the way the kitchen light caught in your hair. "Plan the whole party, coordinate with everyone. That's above and beyond."
You looked up from your notes, your expression softening in a way that made his pulse quicken. "I wanted to," you said simply. "Ken's been so excited about turning seven, and after everything he's been through... I wanted to make sure he has a day that's just about being a kid and having fun."
The casual reference to Kenny's grief, to the loss that had shaped both of his children's young lives, made something twist in Opie's gut. You understood his kids in a way that went beyond professional caregiving. You loved themānot because you were paid to, but because they'd become a part of your life in all the ways that mattered.
"Marcus's mom called to confirm they're coming," you continued, returning to your list. "And she asked if it would be okay if Marcus's little sister tagged along since she doesn't have childcare that day. I said yes, but I wanted to check that that's actually ok."
"That's fine," Opie said, though he was barely processing the logistics anymore. He was too busy watching the way you chewed on your bottom lip when you were concentrating, the way your fingers tapped against your notebook as you mentally ran through your checklist.
This was his life nowāclub brothers attending his son's seventh birthday party, you coordinating with his father and his friends like you'd always been part of this world.
"Oh, and I ordered Ken that dinosaur video game he's been hinting about," you said, glancing up with a conspirator's smile. "I know you probably already got him something, but I figured he'd love it and it can be from both of us if you want."
From both of us. The casual way you said it, like you were already a parenting team, like your role in his children's lives was permanent and unquestionable, made Opie's throat tight.
"That's perfect," he managed, his voice rougher than intended.
You tilted your head slightly, studying him with the perceptiveness that never failed to catch him off guard. "You okay? You've seemed distracted all day."
"Just tired," he lied, which was partially true. He was tiredātired of taking things slow, tired of maintaining appropriate boundaries, tired of pretending that what he felt for you was anything less than the kind of feelings that had fundementally changed all there lives for the better.
But there was also Belfast looming on the horizon, the knowledge that in just a few days he'd be leaving for Ireland. And here you were, planning his son's birthday party with the same dedication you brought to everything, completely unaware that the life you were slowly piecing together was about to be disrupted by violence and danger.
He should tell you. Jax's words echoed in his memory "You need to tell her, brother. She deserves better then some excuse about club business."
But watching you now, so focused on making Kenny's birthday perfect, so settled into the domestic routines they'd created together, he couldn't bring himself to shatter the peace with the reality of what was coming.
"I was thinking we should get there early on Saturday," you said, returning to your planning. "Maybe around twelve-thirty? That way we can make sure everything's set up before the kids start arriving at one."
"Makes sense," Opie agreed, trying to focus on the practical details instead of the way your shirt had ridden up slightly to reveal a strip of skin at your waist.
"And I figured we'd do presents after pizza but before cake," you continued, scribbling a note to yourself. "That way Ken's not too full to enjoy opening them, and the other kids won't get too antsy waiting."
The meticulous planning, the consideration of every detail to make sure Kenny's day was perfectāit was so quintessentially you that Opie felt his carefully maintained control starting to slip.
"Come here," he said suddenly, the words escaping before he could think better of them.
You looked up, surprised by the intensity in his voice. "What?"
"Just... come here," he repeated, pushing back from the table slightly to make room.
You set down your pen slowly, your expression curious but not wary, and stood from your chair. When you were close enough, Opie reached out to catch your hand, tugging you gently toward him until you were standing between his knees.
"What's going on?" you asked softly, your free hand coming to rest on his shoulder.
"I'm just..." He trailed off, not sure how to articulate the tangle of emotions churning in his chest. "I'm grateful. For everything you do for the kids. For how much you care about making Kenny's birthday special."
"Of course I care," you said, your thumb stroking against his shoulder in an unconscious gesture of comfort. "I love those kids. And I loveā"
You caught yourself, the words dying on your lips as you seemed to realize what you'd almost said. The air between them felt suddenly charged, loaded with all the things unsaid as you took things slow.
"You love?" he prompted, his hands settling on your hips with a possessiveness that felt both natural and terrifying.
"This," you finished, but he could see in your eyes that it might not have been what you'd been about to say. "I love this. Being part of your family. Being here."
Opie pulled you closer, close enough that he could rest his head against you while you stood between his legs, your fingers sliding into his hair in a gesture that felt achingly intimate.
"Slow is killing me," he admitted quietly, the confession muffled against your shirt.
He felt you take a shaky breath, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair. "I know," you whispered. "Me too."
"Then maybe we should reconsider the timeline," he said, lifting his head to look up at you. "Maybe slow doesn't have to mean we're not moving forward."
Your expression was soft, understanding, and something that looked like relief. "What did you have in mind?"
Before he could answer, before he could figure out how to ask for what he wanted without crossing lines that might be too soon to cross, your phone buzzed against the table with an incoming message.
You glanced at it, then back at him, torn between the moment and the practical responsibility of checking what might be important. "It's probably Alice confirming something about Saturday," you said apologetically.
"Go ahead," he said, even though every part of him wanted to keep you here, in this bubble of almost-confession and barely-restrained wanting.
You checked your phone, and he watched your expression shift from distracted to focused. "She's asking if we want to coordinate on gifts so we don't duplicate anything. And Piney wants to know if we need him to pick up any last-minute supplies."
Just like that, the moment was gone, replaced by the practical necessities of party planning. But as you settled back into your chair and returned to your notes, Opie found himself memorizing this sceneāthe domestic comfort of you in his kitchen, planning his son's birthday with the dedication of someone who'd already claimed a permanent place in their lives.
In a few days, he'd be on a plane to Belfast. But tonight, he had thisāhad you, had the illusion of normalcy, had the promise of a future that felt both impossibly close and devastatingly fragile.
He'd tell you about Belfast after the party, he decided. Let Kenny have his perfect day, let you have the satisfaction of seeing your careful planning come together, and then he'd figure out how to explain why he had to walk away from the life you were building together, even temporarily.
pairing: opie winston x female!reader
tropes: fluff, comfort
setting: late 2000s. charming, california. december.
words: 3.8k
warnings: none really. just a feel good, hallmark sort of style fic.
a/n: i loved writing this one. in fact, it's the first one of the series so far. i will never get enough soft!opie because it was hardly seen on the show itself. i feel like given the trajectory of the prices of everything going up and up and up, this fic might be a feelgood thing for a lot of people hence why i wrote it :'). light christmas fic, but hammers home the whole christmas miracle vibe, yanno??? there is a scene in this fic that is wholeheartedly inspired by this gifset.
tag list: @daryldixonpls @secretlysamcro @tinyshyteacup @bellaxgiornata @ravennaortiz @glxsyy-itza396 @samcroplayground @rideandruin
The bell over the bakery door chimed with a sound that used to make you smile. Now it just echoed off empty tables and the too-quiet hum of the refrigerator case.
You wiped a streak of flour across her apron and glanced at the clock on the painted brick wall. 4:45 p.m. The late afternoon slump ā still hours away from closing, already too late to make up for a slow morning. Again.
The āOpenā sign flickered in the front window, and you grimaced. Youād need to replace the bulb soon. Add it to the growing list: replace the bulb, reorder flour, fix the mixer that made that weird rattling noise, find the money to pay this monthās rent. Statistically, bakeries failed within five years. You were barely two in.
The bell chimed again. A tall man filled the doorway, a broad frame blocking out the last of the sun. He pulled off his sunglasses, and when his eyes met yours, you felt a small tug of relief. Not because she knew him, but because he wasn't just another looky-loo taking photos of the pastry case and leaving empty-handed.
He didnāt say anything at first. He just nodded, that quiet sort of acknowledgment that came from someone who didnāt waste words unless he meant them. He walked up to the counter and tapped the glass lightly, looking over the rows of scones, cookies, and hand pies.
āYou got any of those blackberry muffins left?ā he asked.
āJust two,ā you said, already reaching for a bag. āTheyāre fresh. Came out of the oven an hour ago.ā You boxed them up, slid them toward him, and pressed a few buttons on the register. āFive-fifty.ā
He fished out a ten and set it down, but didnāt take the change. āKeep it.ā
You blinked, elated and appreciative of the gesture. āThatāsā¦ really not necessary.ā
āI insist,ā he said simply.
You didnāt respond. Just gave a small, tight smile because that was the best you had to give for the day.
He picked up the bag, nodded once, and headed back out the door.
The next morning came early, as they always did. You were in before dawn, unlocking the front door and letting yourself into the quiet space that still smelled faintly of butter and sugar from yesterdayās last batch of Danishes. The mixer rattled its same tired rattle, the coffee machine gurgled awake, and the empty tables stared back at you, waiting.
You stood there and stretched your neck, tied on your apron, and tried not to check the cash drawer. Rent was due in a week. Flour and sugar prices had gone up. The math was no longer mathing, not without help.
By 7:45, youād already gone through a pot and a half of coffee and dusted your cheeks with enough powdered sugar to qualify as stage makeup. The first customer of the day came and went, leaving a crumpled five and a polite smile. Then, barely five breaths later, the bell over the door chimed again.
Same broad silhouette. Same leather kutte. Same unreadable eyes that somehow saw more than he said.
Opie Winston stepped inside like he wasn't sure he should, like stepping back into this place twice in two days might count as suspicious behavior.
āMorning,ā you said, trying to sound more awake than you actually felt.
He nodded back. āYou got coffee?ā
āAlways.ā
He set his hands on the counter, scanning the board behind her. āBlack. Whatever size.ā
You poured it, slid him the cup. āOn the house,ā you said, surprising yourself.
He arched his brow. āYou sure?ā
āYou gave me like a fifty percent tip yesterday. Let me balance the scale.ā
He didnāt argue. Just took the cup, wrapped both hands around it like it was worth more than it cost, and took a sip before leaning a hip against the counter. Today, he didnāt look like he was in a hurry.
āYou run this place alone?ā he asked.
āPretty much,ā you admitted, wiping down the glass case just for something to do. āI have help on weekends. Sometimes. At least when I can afford to pay for help.ā
He nodded once, like he understood more than she said.
āYou bake all this?ā he asked.
āMhm. All of it.ā
He paused for a beat. āLooks good.ā
A small, honest hum of pride bloomed in her chest. āThanks.ā
He took another sip, eyes scanning the chalkboard menu, the walls, the empty tables.
āHave you ever thought about doing wholesale?ā he asked. āSupplying to other places?ā
āIāve thought about it,ā you admitted. āNot sure I have the time or even the help. Or the gas money to drive deliveries.ā
He stayed quiet long enough that she almost regretted saying it. Too real, too quick. But instead of retreating from the awkward, he anchored in further.
āYou need hands?ā he asked simply.
Her eyes flicked up to his. āAre you offering?ā
āDonāt know yet,ā he said. āDepends on what you need.ā
You let out a soft huff of disbelief. āYou donāt exactly strike me as a bakery guy.ā
āMaybe not,ā he admitted. āBut I know a thing or two about fixing things. Moving heavy shit. Keeping my mouth shut.ā
A slow smile tugged at her lips. āThat last one is probably the most important.ā
For the first time since stepping in, he gave a short, genuine laugh. It was low, quiet, almost private. Like he didnāt remember the last time something snuck up and amused him.
She leaned against the counter now, mirroring him. āAre you asking for a job, Opie?ā
He tilted his head. āIām asking if you could use someone who doesnāt need to be taught how to carry a forty-pound bag of flour without complaining.ā
She grinned. āYou got boots that donāt mind a little sugar dust?ā
āSugarās fine,ā he said. āTheyāve seen worse.ā
You glanced around her empty bakery, the soft morning light spilling in through the windows like it still believed in something.
āAlright,ā she said softly. āLetās see what happens.ā
He finished his coffee and set the cup down. āIāll come back tomorrow. Early.ā
The bell chimed behind him. The smell of coffee lingered, and for the first time in a while, the pressure in your chest eased just a bit.
You had no idea that āhelpā meant more than hands or money, but you were about to learn.
Opie had been helping you out for the better part of two weeks now, mostly with the home improvement side rather than the baking part, but it was help that was needed nonetheless.
āI canāt believe Christmas is a few days away.ā You casually spoke, rolling out some freshly made Cinnamon Roll dough. He was behind you a few feet away, fixing the rattly mixer thatād been on the money backburner for the better part of several months.
āYeah, same.ā Opie affirmed from behind you, situated on a step ladder and tightening a bolt on your old, well-loved industrial sized mixer with a soft grunt. āThis fuckinā thingāā
You glanced back over your shoulder for a second, watching as he stood on a step ladder, his muscles flexing as he torqued the wrench again, tightening the bolt completely. When he glanced down at you, you looked away fast.
You began smearing the cinnamon, brown sugar, and sugar filling across the flattened dough, spreading it across the entire portion. He grunted again out of frustration, which you looked back again and then back to your dough. āDo you need help?ā
He gave a grunt of acknowledgement like any man does when theyāre not about to admit needing assistance because they got it handled, which was man code for theyāre about to lose their goddamn mind because they definitely didnāt have it handled.
āYou can come back to it, you know.ā You expressed, cutting the slices and placing each one neatly onto a baking dish like it was second nature, because it technically was. āGo have a smoke break.ā
He muttered something as he torqued the wrench again, harder this time, stubborn to the bone like he always was. Thatās when it slipped and skidded out of his hand, bounced off the edge of the mixers bowl with a sharp clang, and hit the floor with the kind of sound that made your heart drop.
You set the knife down and stepped to the side to grab the wrench, but the moment your hand touched it, the entire mixer lurchedāone of the legs jerking off the floor like it was about to tip forward.
āOpie!ā You yelled and he moved faster than a man his size shouldāve been able to.
Still situated on the ladder, he threw his weight back, one hand shooting out to grab the top of the heavy mixer before it could crash. The ladder wabbled dangerously beneath him. His ankle twisted as he braced, his boot skidding on the tile.
He caught it and your breath caught. The mixer slammed back with a metallic thud, steadied by only his grip and a low, pained groan he didnāt try hard enough to hide.
āJesus,ā you murmured in a whisper. āAre you okay?ā You stepped a little closer, your hands held up like you werenāt sure if you wanted to touch him to soothe or try to help hold that mixer in place in some way.
He stayed still for a beat, jaw clenched, with his hand planted on the machine like he was physically holding the world together. Then, through gritted teeth, āThink the mount is shot.ā His eyes casted downward toward you without moving his head, āYou alright?ā
You nodded, āIām fine.ā You paused for a beat, āOpie, you nearly fell face-first into my dough.ā
āThatād make one hell of a unique filling.ā He rumbled, keeping a straight face like he always managed to when making an attempt to lighten the mood, but then he shifted his weight to his other ankle and winced. Not loud or anything to make it obvious, but you caught it.
He tested his weight again and the slight wobble told you everything his stubborn mouth wasnāt. āOpie,ā you said carefully, āsit down.ā
āIām fine.ā Classic Opie response. Low, gruff, and absolutely full of shit.
āYou definitely arenāt,ā you countered, crossing your arms as he stepped off the ladder with a grunt. He pretended not to favor his ankle, but the tiny shift in his gait was painfully obvious. āJust sit. Before you make it worse.ā
He shook his head, already reaching down to grab the wrench. āGot work to do.ā
āYeah, and you canāt fix anything with a busted ankle.ā You stepped in front of him with ease, blocking the ladder and mixer. He stared at you and you stared right back.
It became a silent standoff. Baker vs biker. The stupid thing was, you were winning. Finally, with a put-upon exhale, he muttered, āYou know, youāre real bossy for someone whoās five feet tall.ā
You corrected him automatically with your actual height, hands still crossed tight over your chest. āSit your ass down.ā
He cracked the faintest smile before easing himself onto the prep table, his jaw tight as he lowered his weight. You grabbed the first aid kit from the bottom cabinet, sidling through a few packs of bandaids, a few tubes of antibacterial cream, Tylenol, and burn gel.
āBoot.ā You instructed, reaching for the sole package of elastic bandage. He hesitated of course, his eyes meeting yours like he hated the idea of being taken care of. Then he sighed through his nose and reached down, untying the laces slowly. When he pulled the boot off, he winced again but tried to hide it, and failed completely.
āUh huh.ā You murmured, āTotally fine. Very believable.ā
āShut up.ā He warned once in a soft, no-bite tone. āDonāt start.ā
You rolled up the cuff of his jeans, revealing the swelling that was already starting. He watched your hands the whole time, quiet and steady, like he was studying the way your fingers moved.
You wrapped the elastic bandage gently, snug but not too tight, your fingertips brushing his skin now and then.
āHurting?ā You asked gently, wrapping the final loop.
āOnly my pride,ā he muttered.
Your eyes shot up to him, āYouāll live.ā He looked at you then and you both smiled at each other. He huffed a laugh, low and warm, settling back on his palms. The kitchen felt smaller suddenly, quieter, like the air itself was leaning in to listen. When you finished, your hands smoothed over the wrap once, testing its hold. āThere. Better?ā
He looked down at your hand, still resting on his ankle, then up at you. āYeah,ā he said quietly. āBetter.ā
Opie had finally sat down on a stool behind the counters and till. Youād insisted he just rest and take it easy, which in his own way he was. He was going through your junk drawer, fishing out every odd screw, nail, and bolt, cataloging them with ease by type and size. Every few minutes youād catch him narrowing his eyes at a particular piece like it had done him wrong somehow, probably because he couldnāt pinpoint what equipment it belonged to.
āYou know, organizing my junk drawer doesnāt count as actual work,ā you teased, setting the cinnamon rolls in neat rolls to proof.
āI didnāt say it did,ā he countered, holding up two nearly identical bolts. āThese shouldnāt be in the same bin.ā
You rolled your eyes but smiled, āIf it keeps you from getting on that damn ladder again, sort away, big guy.ā
He just grunted, focusing on the drawer again.
he bell at the front door jingled.
Before you could even get out a greeting, a sharp, impatient voice called, āHello? Anybody in here?ā
Your stomach dropped. Opie paused mid-sort, glancing toward the doorway like he could recognize the tone alone. You stepped out of the kitchen and into the front shop area, wiping your hands on your apron.
āMorning, Mr. Landry,ā you said, voice trying, and failing miserably, to sound pleasant.
He looked the same as every other time: too-big coat for his small frame, slicked-back hair trying too hard to hide the grays, clipboard tucked under one arm like it was a weapon. Landlord of the whole strip; your bakery, the antique store, the boutique next door.
āYouāve been ignoring my calls,ā he said, not even bothering with hello.
āI havenāt been ignoring them,ā you said evenly. āIāve been busy.ā
āBusy doesnāt pay rent,ā he snapped.
You swallowed. āI told you Iād have something for you soon.ā
āYouāre already a month behind,ā he reminded you, his sharp voice cutting through the silent shop. āAnd the longer this drags on, the harder itāll be to justify keeping your lease.ā
Your throat tightened. āIām doing everything I can.ā
āEverything clearly isnāt enough,ā Landry articulated, āIf you canāt pay by the end of the week, weāre going to be discussing termination.ā
The word hit hard, because despite Landryās faults, he had been giving you leniency by granting you a few weeks to scrape funds together. He said termination like it was nothing, like the very foundation youād built would be gone without as much as a snap of a finger, because it very well could.
Footsteps were behind you now; slow, heavy, the uneven gait of a man with a sore ankle. Opie appeared at your shoulder, silent but towering, and he didnāt have to utter a word for Mr. Landry to take a step back.
āRight,ā Mr. Landry uttered, his eyes fluttering down to the clipboard in his hands now, āLike I said. End of the week.ā
You crossed your arms, āI heard you the first time.ā
Mr. Landry nodded and backed away toward the door. āIāll be in touch.ā
The bell chimed once as he fled out the entrance.
Silence settled again, but it felt heavier this time. If you didnāt come up with the funds by Friday at 5pm, youād lose this place. You just exhaled, letting the weight of the entire situation finally enmesh itself inside your bones and your head. It felt like a ton of bricks hit your chest all at once; the gravity of it all, right before Christmas no less, hit extremely hard.
Opie remained by your side, his eyes on the door long after Mr. Landry had left. āYou late on rent?ā
You rubbed your forehead. āYeah. Flour prices doubled. Sugar. Electricity. Business took a bit of hit the last few weeks, despite the holidays. Everythingās snowballed. Iām trying to stay afloat, Ope, I really am. Justā¦ā
He nodded once, not judgemental or pitying you, just listening. āYouāll figure it out,ā he said simply. āYou will.ā You looked up at him, caught by how sure and steady he sounded.
Before you could answer, he turned slightly, testing his ankle with a cautious shift of weight. He winced but hid it well enough that most people wouldnāt notice, but you werenāt most people.
āSit back down,ā you told him softly.
He hesitated for just a second then lowered himself to the stool again. āYou know,ā he said after a moment, āthat guy comes back giving you shit againā¦ you just tell me.ā
You blinked. āOpie, I donāt want to drag you into my shit.ā
āYou aināt dragging me into anything,ā he said, voice low but certain. āIām already here.ā
Which he most certainly was. In your kitchen, in your problems, in your cornerā¦ whether you had asked for it or not.
He didnāt tell you he was thinking about it. He didnāt tell anyone, really.
The idea came to him in that quiet, ugly space between midnight and dawn, when the clubhouse had gone mostly still and he was alone out back, a cigarette burning down between his fingers and the numbers from your landlordās visit replaying in his head.
Two months behind. End of the week. Termination.
He thought about the way your voice had gone flat when youād repeated it. The way your hands, which never hesitated over dough, had hovered over the register drawer like touching the cash would burn you.
Opie looked at the bike.
The Panhead sat under the garage light, chrome catching the faint warm glow, tank scuffed just enough to tell stories without bragging. It wasnāt even his first bike. Wasnāt his only way to ride either. But it wasā¦ his.
It was a piece of something from before he met you. The one and only thing he could focus on when outside distractions and duties got too loud.
He took a drag off the cigarette and exhaled slow. Itās just metal, Winston. He ground the smoke out under his boot.
āShit,ā he murmured, low and certain.
The guy showed up late. Of course he fuckinā did.
Opie leaned against the wall inside the open bay at TM, arms crossed, watching the lot like a hawk that everyone had become accustomed to at this point in time. Heād always been vigilant and on alert, especially after his five year stretch in prison. It was something heād honed into more than before.
A black SUV pulled in, way too shiny for Charming. The driverās door opened and out stepped exactly the kind of guy Opie had expected when heād read the messages. Late twenties, maybe early thirties. Designer jeans. Fresh white sneakers. Leather jacket that had never seen a highway. His hair was styled in a way that said heād spent more time on it than most men spent on anything.
He walked toward the bike, eyes wide. āHoly shit. Man. Thatās her?ā
Opie pushed off the wall. āYeah.ā
The guy circled the Panhead like he was at a museum. āDude. This isā¦ this is sick. You sure you wanna let her go?ā
Opieās jaw ticked. āYou bring the cash?ā
The guy patted his jacket. āYeah, yeah, yeah. Justāhang on.ā He crouched, rubbing a hand along the fender. āSheās, what, a ā59?ā
āā59 frame. Couple upgrades,ā Opie said. āTold you all this already.ā
āRight, yeah, yeah. Justā¦ seeing her in person, man.ā The guy stood up, grinning. āYou know how hard it is to find one of these that isnāt a total rust bucket? My buddies are gonna lose their minds.ā
Opie didnāt answer. He watched the guy throw a leg over, sitting like he was posing for a magazine shoot. Didnāt even reach for the clutch.
āOhāyeah. Yeah, got it.ā He scrambled a bit, steadying himself.
Opie could feel the ghost of John Teller laughing in his head. Clay, too. Selling a Panhead to a tourist.
He shoved the thought down.
āLook,ā the guy said, finally climbing back off, āI know we agreed on the number, but given the, uhā¦ market, and I still gotta get it transported back to L.A., andāā
āNo.ā Opieās tone cut clean through whatever bullshit excuse was coming.
The guy blinked. āWhat?ā
āPrice is what I said,ā Opie replied. āYou knew that when you drove up from the city. You donāt like it, turn around and drive back.ā
A muscle jumped in the guyās jaw. He glanced from the bike to Opieās face and seemed to think better of arguing. There was something very simple and very clear in Opie Winstonās eyes: push this, and youāre gonna regret it.
āAlright,ā he muttered, forcing a laugh. āAlright, man. No, itās cool. Itās fair. I brought it.ā
He reached inside his jacket, pulled out a thick envelope, and handed it over.
Opie took it, thumbed through the stack quickly. Neat bundles of bills. The exact amount heād asked. More than enough to cover two monthsā rent and buy you time to breathe.
The kid in him, the one who grew up around Teller-Morrowās gravel and grease, felt a twist in his gut. You didnāt sell a bike like this. You rebuilt it. Rode it ātil it became bone-deep.
But Donnaās face flashed in his mind. Then yours, standing in that bakery, trying not to look scared in front of a man with a clipboard. Anything worth keeping, you protect.
He folded the envelope, slid it into his kutte.
āYou need me to go over anything?ā he asked, nodding at the bike. āSheās got her quirks. Treat the throttle gentle ātil she warms up. Choke sticks if youāre rough.ā
The guy beamed. āYeah, yeah, give me the rundown, for sure.ā
Opie walked him through the basics, voice clipped but steady. Showed him the choke, the way the kickstart resisted and then gave. The sound the old engine made when she caught. When the buyer finally rolled out of the lot, Panhead roaring under a stranger, Opie watched until the taillight disappeared down the road.
His chest ached like heād just taken a punch he didnāt block. He stood there a moment longer, listening to the fading echo.
The bell chimed as Opie stepped inside your bakery, the cool morning air following him in before the door shut behind his broad frame. You were behind the counter piping cream cheese frosting onto a tray of cooled cinnamon rolls, humming softly under your breath, hair pulled up haphazardly with a pencil wedged through it.
āYouāre in late,ā you said, not looking up at first.
āYeah,ā he rumbled, voice low, steady as ever.
The envelope was tucked inside his kutte. He'd triple checked three separate times in between Teller Morrow and the bakery to be sure.
You turned toward him with a small smile. āSame thing as usual?ā
He nodded. āYeah. Muffin. Whateverās fresh.ā
He moved toward the display case, pretending to look at the pastries even though he already knew what he wanted. You grabbed one of the warm blackberry muffins from the cooling rack behind you.
As you boxed it up, he slipped the envelope from his kutte, fingers brushing paper, and placed it on the far corner of the counter. Quick. Quiet. Like it was nothing. No dramatic gesture. No explanation.
You didnāt notice at first. You were focused on tucking the parchment neatly around the muffin, fingers careful, gentle. It made something in his chest twist.
āThat everything?ā you asked, sliding the box toward him.
āYeah.ā
He pushed the envelope closer with two fingers. Still wordless. Still simple. Your eyes flicked down, and your hands froze. āOpieā¦ what is that?ā
He shrugged. āOpen it.ā
You touched it like it might burn you. The weight alone told you what it was. Your heart climbed into your throat as you pulled the flap open. The edges of the bills peeked out in clean, crisp stacks.
āOpie,ā you whispered, stunned. āNo. No, I canātāā
āYou can,ā he said, still calm, still impossibly steady. āAnd you will.ā
āT-this isā¦ this is two months of rent,ā you said, voice trembling. āI donāt know where youāh-how did youāā
He grabbed the muffin box and turned slightly, like the conversation wasnāt open for debate. āDoesnāt matter.ā
āIt does matter!ā Your voice broke, and the frosting bag in your other hand sagged. āOpie, I canāt let you just pay myāā
āYouāre not letting me,ā he interrupted quietly. āIām choosing.ā
You stared at him, heart thudding, breath shaky. āWhy?ā
He held your gaze then. Slow. Intent. Honest in the way only Opie Winston knew how to be. āāCause you shouldnāt lose something good over money,ā he said simply. āNot if someone can help it.ā
You swallowed hard, the hot sting of tears building. āI donāt take charity,ā you whispered.
āGood thing Iām not offering any,ā he said. āItās a loan. You pay me back when you can. Or you pay me in muffins. Or you donāt pay me at all. I don't care.ā A small shrug. āJust donāt close your doors.ā
Your breath hitched. You pressed the envelope to your chest like holding it steady might keep your emotions from spilling out.
He watched you for a beat longer, eyes soft but unflinching.
Then he tapped the counter once. āCoffee is on me today,ā he muttered, already reaching for his wallet.
You laughed wetly. āOpie, you justāā
āI said what I said.ā The ghost of a smile tugged his mouth.
He turned to go, box in hand, as if he hadnāt just sold a piece of history for you. As if he hadnāt just rearranged the entire trajectory of your life with one steady, quiet choice.
Before he reached the door, you found your voice again. āOpie?ā
He paused but didnāt turn all the way around. Just waited.
āThank you,ā you said, barely above a whisper.
He nodded once, slow and warm, like he heard more in it than just gratitude. Then he stepped out, leaving the bell to chime gently behind him, and you stood there with your heart full, your hands trembling, and the envelope that said:
You matter. Enough for him to do this. Enough for him to stay.
The night air was warm, heavy with the smell of oil and leather. The bike was parked just off the road, its chrome glinting under the dim streetlight. Opie leaned back against the seat, cigarette dangling from his lips, watching you with that slow, hungry look that always made your knees weak.
āYou keep starinā at my bikeā he said, smirking as he flicked the cigarette away āFigure maybe itās time I get you to help break it in properlyā
Before you could ask what he meant, his big hands had you caged in, lifting you onto the leather seat. Your dress bunched up around your thighs, panties tugged down and discarded before you could even think.
āOpie, out here?ā you whispered, breathless.
He grinned, beard brushing your neck as he bent down to murmur in your ear āWhatās the matter, baby? Afraid someoneās gonna hear you scream?ā
Then his jeans were shoved low, his cock thick and heavy as he stroked himself once, then pressed against your soaked folds. The rumble of the bike beneath you made the leather vibrate, and the combination had you gasping before he even pushed inside.
The stretch stole your breath, Opie was quite big, filling you until you clawed at his shoulders. āFuuuckā he groaned, head dropping back as he bottomed out āGoddamn, you feel good on my bikeā
He started moving, each thrust rocking you against the seat, the cool night air biting your skin while the heat of him set you on fire. His hands gripped your hips tight, forcing you to take every inch.
āLook at youā he growled, watching your tits bounce with every thrust āSo fuckinā perfect, ridinā me while I fuck you on Harley steel. Bet no oneās ever ruined you like thisā
The vibrations from the bike mixed with the pounding of his cock had you unravelling fast, your moans echoing in the empty lot. When you came, your scream tore through the night, your body spasming around him.
Opie snarled, slamming deep one last time, spilling hot inside you with a groan that shook his chest. He kissed you rough, his beard scratching your face, his hands still locked around your waist.
āMaybe next timeā he rasped, still buried inside you, āwe do it while Iām ridinā down the highway. Holdinā onto me, screaming my name with the wind in your faceā
reader who made the mistake of making a āyouāre really good with your handsā comment to opie winston while he was fixing her car
content: SMUT, just a dirty lil drabble, fingering lol
he had you perched up on one of the workbenches, your pretty sundress shoved up around your waist while your panties dangled from an ankle
one of his hands gripped your hip, holding you steady as his other worked between your legs. two long, thick fingers buried deep inside your cunt and moving with a steady rhythm. in and out, in and out. he mouthed at your neck, his teeth scraping your skin as he worked his way up to your ear. his voice was a gruff whisper that had you clenching and whining
āsuch a greedy pussy, huh, sweetheart? ās a good job thereās no one else here. wouldnāt want āem to hear all your sweet noises..ā
opie chuckled as he felt your hand grasp his forearm, your nails digging into his skin and leaving little indents. he heard you moan, saw your back arch as you spoke his name in a broken gasp
āopieā¦ pleaseā¦ā what were you begging for? you werenāt sure anymore. but he was. he knew what you needed
a curl of his fingers perfectly hit your sweet spot and your toes curled in response. his rough thumb pressed down against your clit, rubbing in small circles that made your stomach tighten. opie felt your walls squeeze around his fingers and knew you were close
āmhm thatās it, babyā¦ come for me..ā
your hands flew to his broad shoulders, holding on to him as you fell apart. your head tipped back, your moans bouncing off the walls as waves of pleasure washed over you. he worked you through it, milking every drop of your orgasm out of you before pulling his fingers out and leaving you empty, shuddering and panting where you sat
opie took a step back, his eyes dark and his chest heaving. the sound of his belt unbuckling was obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, his eyes locked on yours as he spoke
āmy hands arenāt the only thing iām good with, darlināā¦ā
āāŗāā . ā summary; you make christmas cookies with Opie's kids, and he becomes your taste tester when he comes home (Opie Winston x fem!reader)
āāŗāā . ā warnings; newly established relationship, opie leaves kenny and ellie with reader, she bakes cookies with them as a ābondingā task?, uhm mostly just fluff tho, his kids arenāt in this but theyāre mentioned obvs (like itās just ope and reader in the whole fic together), but thatās it?? lmk if i missed any! (1,047 words)
āāŗāā . ā a/n; no but iām struggling massively right now šµāš« (hence why iām now so behind x)
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Opie had been out all day, asking you to watch both of his kids, and a subtle attempt for you to get to know them both better.
your relationship was still fairly new, even if you had both been friends for years beforehand. the romantic aspect was new.
heād told you what his kids liked, and the one thing that stuck out was cookies.
Kenny had asked to make cookies and it all aligned as the perfect task to help get to know both of them better.Ā
the three of you had gone to the store to buy things to make cookies, along with the stuff to decorate them.
they turned out better than you had expected, though Kennyās were messier than Ellieās. hers were decorated with more precision and care than his, Kennyās icing hit the counter more than his cookies.Ā
both of them had a cookie each before they went to bed, which left you alone until Opie got home.Ā
it was just after midnight when his bike drew closer outside, followed by his key in the door and then the sound of his boots against the floor once it was opened.Ā
āhey babeā
you greeted, listening as his keys got tossed aside before he followed the sound of your voice, the sound of his boots drawing closer until you finally met his eyes.Ā
a tired smile graced his face as he moved closer, crossing his forearms on the counter before he sighed.Ā
āyou okay?ā
he nodded at your question, but the tiredness in his eyes gave way to underlying frustration he wouldnāt tell you about.Ā
Opie didnāt want you to worry, not this soon into your relationship, even if you already knew what came from dating a member of samcro.Ā
āyou want to talk about it?ā
you asked softly, lifting a hand to cradle his face before stroking your thumb across his cheek and feeling him easily melt into your touch.Ā
ālong dayā
he murmured, tilting his head to press a kiss to your palm before moving his hands to your sides, easily pulling you closer and against his chest. his hands soothed across your sides, stroking his thumbs back and forth across your hips.Ā
nights looked like this a lot lately, Opie just grounding himself in the feeling of you.Ā
his thumbs continued across your sides while his eyes moved around the room, taking in the icing covered counters and then the three plates of cookies.Ā
one for each of you, all at various levels of decorated, before Opie laughed at the sight.Ā
āwhat is that?ā
your eyes followed his to the plates, a smile gracing your face at the cookies laying on top before you spoke again.
ācookies i made with Kenny and Ellieā
Opie looked at you, slow and hesitant, a mix of disbelief crossing his features while you tried to fight back a laugh.
they werenāt necessarily the best looking cookies, but you each had one before the kids went to bed, and they werenāt the worst tasting things on the planet.
āyou made cookies with my kids?ā
he asked slowly, as if he was trying to make sense of the words.
āKennyās ideaā
you pointed out, carefully nudging the plate in Opieās direction, but he only shook his head.
his eyes flickered between you and the plate, and then finally stopping on you, with an encouraging smile painted across your face.
ātry one pleaseā
hesitantly, Opie lifted one of Ellieās cookies off the plate, taking a bite from it while some crumbs broke free and landed on his bear, which made you laugh as you waited for his deliberation.
he took his time, even covering his mouth with his free hand as he thought over the right words.
āitās.. somethingā
you tilted your head as you gave him a look, but he was standing firm on his decision.
ātell that to Ellie, she wanted them to be perfect for youā
at the mention of Ellie, Opie softened a little before he took another bite of the cookie, as if he was reconsidering his answer.
you laughed again, lifting another cookie for yourself and taking a bite.
āyou know, on second thought, itās really goodā
Opie told, trying to hold back his laughter as you nodded along to his words.
āyouāre only saying that because now you know Ellie made themā
he only shrugs at you, making you laugh into the bite mark of your own cookie, quickly setting it aside to stop from choking on it if you were to take another bite.
opposite you though, Opie was biting into another cookie, humming along while he chewed.
ātheyāre not badā
his free hand reached out, easily wrapping his arm around you to pull you into his chest.
āthank you for watching them for meā
you lifted your head, offering him a smile as he tossed the last bite of his cookie onto the plate to turn fully to you.Ā
both of Opieās arms wrapped around your shoulders, his wrists crossing at the back of your head.
āreally, thank youā
but you only shook your head, soothing your hands across his forearms.
āi donāt mind watching them, theyāre good kidsā
he nodded, but it was obvious he felt bad leaving you with his kids. but you really didnāt mind, they were nice kids.
carefully, you leaned into him, kissing him softly before whispering against his lips.
āiāll always watch them if you need me toā
Opie kissed you again, moving his hands to cradle your face while easily losing himself in the softness that was you.
āi donāt deserve youā
his words finaly came after a minute, but you were already shaking your head and leaning back into him, returning his previous kiss.
your hands moved across his chest, easily working out the everlasting tension that settled on his shoulders.
āyou do deserve me, okay? no matter what you think, iāll always be in your cornerā
a wave of thankfulness graced his face before he stole a final kiss, reluctantly pulling back to go back to the cookies, which made you laugh to yourself.
āgood idea from Kenny?ā
you asked while leaning on the counter next to him, reaching for your own discarded cookie while Opie spoke.
Summery: Opie was crazy about Y/n from the moment he saw her and y/n felt the same the only problem in their other wise perfect relationship...Donna! Knowing Opies kids and the club come first in his life and worried about Opie losing it all because of her she silently takes Donna's verbal and mental lashings to make sure Opie doesn't lose what he loves most in the world. But will she finally get enough?
Warnings: Yelling, fighting, Opie being the best, Opie being protective, a little blood, Smut, hair pulling, oral(fem receiving, face riding), choking(barley), a little dirty talking, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulaten, talks of Opies beard(bc I mean come on), kissing,
You met Opie at his welcome home party 3 years ago the night he got home from a 5 year stint in prison. You didn't even wanna be go to a SAMCRO party but you were happy you did because if you didn't you wouldn't have met the love of your life. You and Opie didn't get together that night but you did a few weeks later.
People were so surprised when you and Opie made it official a couple months after meeting because of how different you were! But you managed to melt that rough biker imagine everyone knew and had a way of making him go soft even in front of his brothers. Opie would not only let the world burn for you he would light the match that did set it on fire in the first place and everyone knew it!
Things were close to perfect being Opies old lady! He treated you better then any man ever had before, super protective sweet made sure to tell you multiple times a day how much he loved you and how beautiful you were and the sex was AMAZING! The club loved you, his kids loved you even Gemma and the croweaters loved you the only one who had a problem with you was his ex wife Donna. And her hostility only got worse the closer your and Opies wedding day got...
It was 2 months before the wedding when Donna pulls into TM to drop Kenny and Ellie off with you and Opie for the weekend "Hey Ope Donna just pulled in with the kids" you say walking into the garage telling him.
Opie slides out from under the car "ok baby, you mind going to tell her I'll be right there wanna get this grease off" he says
"Yeah I can do that just don't take long" you say faking a smile
"You're amazing I love you" he says with a kiss
"I love you too baby" you replied
You haven't told Opie how Donna acted or what she said to you when he wasn't around or how much doubt and insecurities she made you feel. The kids and the club come first you knew that from the beginning! And your soon to be step kids and his brothers/club meant everything to Opie and you couldn't risk him and Donna getting in an argument and her taking any of that away it would break him. So you stayed quiet faked your smile never saying anything no matter what hurtful or mean things Donna said or did.
"Y/N" both the kids yell with excitement and take off running to you making Donna roll her eyes
"Hey babies yall ready for this weekend I got a surprise planned" you say giving them both a hug.
"Was it is" Kenny asked with a big smile
"I can't tell you it's a surprise but you are gonna love it I promise" you tell her smiling "Hey Donna Ope said-"
"Hey kids theres aunt Gemma go say hi" she says cutting you off "I don't like you bribing my kids to like you y/n" she says when the kids run off.
"I'm not trying bribe them Donna just wanna make sure they has a fun weekend with us" you tell her
"Weekends arent for you! I don't drop my kids off to spend time with you I drop them off to spend time with Opie. And I dont like you trying to be their mother!"
You force another smile fighting what you really want to say "I'm not trying to be their mother Donna I'm not trying to replace you I'm just-"
"Oh honey you could never replace me it's funny you think you ever could. You might be Opies old lady keeping his bed warm have his crow and have that ring on your finger but always remember i had it all first and you will never be anything to my kids other then their daddy's little skank. Opie will never love the way he loves this club you're just a young pretty toy for him to play with, you're never gonna last he'll get bored soon enough youre just a glorified croweater with a title chasing the patch" she says cutting you off again "and where is Opie I'm not leaving my kids alone with you"
"He's washing up that's what I came out here to tell you but I'll go see if he's done" you say faking another smile and turning to walk away but like always when it came to you Donna had to have the last word
"Yeah you do that tell him I'm not waiting all damn day I have fucking plans and i need to talk to him about something" she says
You head back over to the garage and thankfully Opie was already outside next to Gemma and the kids. You took a breath and put your best fake smile on. Opie smiles back then bends down to give you a kiss making the kids giggle
"Baby Donna says she needs you to please hurry up she has plans but need to talk to you about something before she leaves" you tell him
"Probably wants more money its always about money" he says rolling his eyes sounding annoyed "and I know she didn't say please"
"Ope not in front of the kids" you mumble to him "Hey yall go with your dad say by to your mom then come back so they can talk ok"
"OK y/n/n" they say and run off
"Don't fight in front of them ok they dont need to see and hear that" you tell Opie
"I won't baby" he says kissing your head and following after the kids leaving you alone with Gemma.
"Opies right that bitch didnt say please. Whatd she really say" she said looking at you with her Gemma look. "What did she say this time".
Gemma was your best friend despite her being old enough to be your mother. She was the only one you told about the things Donna said and did.
"She said that i just took out the bad words as far as the other the usual but today added im a glorified croweater with a title chasing the patch" you said looking at Opie across the parking lot
"You a croweater give me a break! I don't say this often but you are a way better woman then me y/n I would have already done beat her ass" she says making you laugh
"I know Gemma and trust me I want to but I can't risk her taking the kids away from Opie because I lost my temper or her doing something to the club because Ope loses his temper" you tell her
"So you're willing to take the abuse for Opie and the club" she ask
"If I have to yeah I dont like it but those kids and this club mean more to him then anything"
"Yeah they do but so do you baby he loves you and he'd be pissed if he knew how she was treating you"
"the club and kids come first always. I knew that before I got with Ope I'm never gonna be at the top of the list ive accepted that and I know Opie loves me Gem and I love him so much but if it comes down to the kids the club or his brothers he choses them everytime and this might be selfish but I'd rather be lower on the list then not on there at all I don't want to live without Opie" you say fighting tears
"Baby you are not last on Opies list I promise and as far as the club we can handle that bitch nobody ever liked her anyways. She ran the first time things got hard she still blames the club for her and Opie she's a bitter bitch and i personally would love to see you beat her ass like you did Imas a few weeks ago who still cant give blowjobs for the camera." Gemma says making you laugh. "Plus you are way more sexy then she ever was"
"OK I'll give you that" you laugh
"You'll give her what" Opie ask walking over to you and Gemma
"I was just telling your old lady how sexy she is"
Opie smiles and pulls you by your hips into his solid body "that she is! She's the sexiest woman in the world and she's all mine" Opie smiles placing a soft kiss to your lips making you blush
"I love that even after 3 years you still blush when I kiss you" Opie says in a teasing voice
"Since day one" you smile making Opie kiss you again but a longer deeper kiss this time making you let out a small moan
"OK you two i dont wanna hear that there is a room in the back for all that or better yet go home ill have Tig do the repos" Gemma says
"You sure Gemma"
"Yes Ope go get your weekend started I heard all about the surprise" she says.
"Where are the kids" you ask
"Over there with Able let's go load them up baby" he says
You say bye to Gemma and round up the kids and start making your way to your car.
"Y/n/n can we listen to those backstreet boys songs on the way home" Ellie ask with a big smile
"You weren't supposed to tell your dad about our sing-a-long rides" you laugh
"You got my kids doing backstreet boy karaoke really"
"Hey they are good songs us young people like to jam out to them"
"Did you just call me old" Opie ask with a smirk then leans down and whispers in your ear "you weren't calling me old last night after 5 rounds of screaming my name"
"Opie Winston not in front of the kids" you say smacking him
"What I whispered it"
*****
That night you all made homemade pizza for dinner and homemade ice cream for dessert and the kids had a blast! After all the kitchen fun you moved into the livingroom where you a made forts and pallets for movie night.
"Ok 2 movies tonight guys we got a long day tomorrow so what movie yall wanna watch first" you ask going to the Disney app
"Encanto" they both say making you and Opie laugh
"Encanto it is then" you smile before pressing play.
You sat on the floor with the kids with popcorn and sang every song with them while Opie smiled on from the couch. For the second movie the kids picked Holes! Half way through you look over to see the kids fast asleep and hear your biker snoring away a few feet away on the couch. After you cover them all up you head into the kitchen to clean up the fun from eailer.
You just got done loading the dish washer when you feel a big pair of arms wrap around your waist making you smile.
"I thought you were sleeping baby" you said turning around.
"Its hard sleeping without you. Why are you doing this alone you should have woke me up to help" Opie says
"Its no big deal Ope plus you look so cute when you're sleeping I wasn't gonna wake you to have you clean the kitchen"
"I don't look cute sleeping" he says rolling his eyes
"Yes you do and you sound like bear sometimes" you tease
"Shut up let me finish up in here go relax" he says leaning down to give you a kiss
"How about we finish together" you say making him smile and nod his head.
You finish the kitchen in about 15 minutes while talking about wedding things and club stuff. Opie tells you about a run coming up he was on to Washington making you pout and Opie laugh, he knows you hate when he goes to far.
"You never told me what Donna wanted eailer" you said when you were done hopping up on the counter.
"Just what I thought more money" he says rolling his eyes and reaching for a beer "I told her I wouldn't have it for a few weeks and she got mad"
"How much is she needing" you ask
"$400 for Eillies dance lessons and costume"
"I have that in my savings I'll draw it out and give it to her no big deal baby"
Opie gives you a look and shakes his head "that is your money baby I'm not taking your savings again because Donna doesn't know how to manage her money it's not your job to pay for the kids stuff" he says coming to stand between your legs
"Harry Opie Winston it is my job to take care of them I know I'm not their biological mother but I love them as if they were my own and if I have it I'm not gonna let those kids go without plus it's our money are you forgetting I put you on the account and youre gonna be my husband" you say holding up your ring finger making Opie smile.
"Yes but until then it's your money and I even forgot you put me on that account"
"Well if the kids need anything it's there ok baby and I'm not taking no for an answer big bad biker man" you smirk and kiss his nose
"I'll put it back after this run I promise"
"Don't worry about it Ope" you smile
"Well if you won't let me pay the money back how bout I pay you back another way" he smirking and starts kissing down your neck.
"What did you have in mind outlaw"
"I kinda feel like more dessert that ice cream just didn't hit the spot but sometimes else might" he says lifting you off the counter making you giggle and walking you down the hall to your shared room.
The next day Opie wakes up before you to make breakfast before you all head to the zoo.
You walk into the kitchen and see Opie standing at the stove bare feet his long hair still wild from sleep and is hearing nothing but his pair of grey sweat pants his back reaper on full display.
You stand there and admire him for a few minutes before going over and wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Morning sleepyhead" he says
"Morning baby" you sigh laying your head on his bare back "have I ever told you, you are without a doubt the sexiest man on his planet" you say making him laugh
"Yeah you told me last night" he says in a teasing tone turning around wrapping his arms around you.
"Have I ever told you you are the best thing I have ever tasted" he smirks
"Opie" you blush
"What babygirl it's true, sweetest thing ive ever put in my mouth"
"Where are the kids while you are dirty talking" you ask
"Ellies in the shower and Kenny is playing his game so they can't hear me" he says pulling you into a heated kiss making you moan and him growl.
"Ewwww" you and Opie hear for a few seconds making you pull away from each other "you guys kiss to much" Kenny says
"Well son you'll kiss your woman alot one day too" Opie laughs
Once both kids are sitting at the table you and Opie tell them you are all spending the day at the San Francisco zoo making both kids scream in excitement.
"So if you wanna leave eat your breakfast the faster you eat the faster we leave and the more time we have at the zoo" you tell them making them dig in to their food.
After breakfast you all load up in your SUV and head to San Francisco.
"Can we do a backstreet boy sing along" Ellie ask from the back seat making you laugh
"Yep" you tell her looking through your playlist
"Really baby" Opie says looking at you with daggers
"Yep" you smile and hit play and you and the kids are singing
You are, my fire
The one, desire
Believe
When I say
I want it that way
Opie drives and shake his watching you and his kids sing to the Backstreet boys at the top of your lungs and shakes his head.
"Yall ready" you ask when the kids favorite part comes up making them yell in excitement.
"You are, you are, you are" the three of you sing
"OK ready"
"DONT WANNA HEAR YOU" Opie sings at the top of his lungs taking the 3 of you by surprise
"Daddy you know know this song" Ellie ask
"I'm not that old" Opie says
"And you've been giving me shit all this time" you say making Opie smile before he continues to sing the rest of the song.
The kids had a blast at the zoo and you and Opie made sure you they did everything... Gift shop, carousel rides, playground, petting zoo, animal feedings and everything else there was to do. Opie even surprised you with being able to play with a baby orangutan(I don't know if any zoo really offers this but it's a dream of mine so we're going with it)
They were so exhausted they slept they both fell asleep before you were out of the parking lot. They slept the whole way back to Charming. It was after 1am when you pulled into the drive way and they were in such a deep sleep you and Opie even had to carry them into the house when you got home.
"With the way they are both snoring I say the zoo trip was a success" you say slipping into bed beside Opie.
"I would say so too. How bout you baby you have fun" he asked pulling you into his arms
"Hell yeah I got to play with baby orangutans" you say laying on his chest "that was the best surprise thank you"
"You don't have to thank me baby I'm happy I was able to make your dream come true"
"My dreams came true the night I met you Opie Winston" you say kissing his chest
*****
Sadly the weekend flew up by way faster then you wanted and before you knew it it was Monday meaning the kids would go back to Donna. Also meaning you had to deal with her again.
Opie left on his bike before you or the kids woke that morning leaving you...
Morning beautiful! Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up Jax called so I had to go deal with some club shit then got church after I'll nake it up to you later I promise! I'll meet you at the clubhouse should be done with everything by 3. I love you baby See you soon! Ope!
You smile while reading the note then fold it placing it in your night stand with all of Opies notes. You look at the time seeing that it was already 11:45 so you get up to start your day.
As much as you hate when Opie is gone you love getting one on one time with the kids.
Seeing that it was already almost noon you decided to take them to get some lunch and maybe some icecream before heading to the bank then to TM.
As always your day with the kids went amazing and you all had so much fun but all good things much come to an end. It's only 2:45 when you pull into TM so you're gonna have to wait a little bit for Opie to be done with church. You and the kids are jamming out lost in your own world you don't notice Donna's car already there. You don't even notice when the you park and get out it's only when you hear Kenny call her name.
"Mom" he yells and takes of running to the picnic tables by the clubhouse door Ellie right behind him.
You take a deep breath and follow them while you mentally prepare yourself for dealing with Opies ex.
"Mom we had so much fun! We made homemade icecream and pizza and built forts" Kenny says with excitement
"And we went to the zoo in San Francisco and got to play with a baby monkey named coco and look what y/n got me" Ellie said showing Donna her elephant necklace with the letter E on it "isn't it pretty mommy it's my favorite animal"
"She got me this cool stuffed lion I named it simba like from the lion king" Kenny said
"That's great go get your bags ok" she tells them watching them run off
"They had a great time Opes got pictures I'll have him-"
"I told you not to fucking bribe my kids" she said turning to you with fire in her eyes.
"Donna I-"
"You what? You're not fucking bribing my kids to like you? Is that what what you were gonna say because from I'm standing you you are"
"No Donna we took them to the zoo and yeah I got them something that's not bribing them" you tell her
Unbeknownst to either of you church ended early and Opie was in ear shot, hearing and seeing everything. He was about to walk out when Gemma stopped him "Baby you're gonna wanna hear this" she tells him in a low voice
"What are talking about? What do you know Gemma?" Opie ask
"its not my place to say but I'll just say this isn't the first time Donna's been a bitch to her" she tells Opie making him confused. You would have told him if Donna was giving you problems right? Opie decided to listen to the rest of the conversation.
"I've told you, you are not their mother you are not their parent you are nothing to them" Donna says stepping closer to you. "You will never be anything to them. And I've also told you I don't want them alone with you so why are you with them without Opie"
"Opie had club stuff then church so I took them to lunch and brought them here that's all Donna. Opie should be done soon I'll go get him" you say turning to walk into the club house but Donna grabs your arm her nails going into your arm
"I don't give a fuck what you were just doing I said not to be alone with my kids. It's bad enough they are around this fuck up club and these fucked up people enough the same club mind you that took their family away and caused their parents divorce and I don't need a glorified croweater chasing the patch who tricked her way into their dad's bed around them either."
"This club didn't take anything from you or ruin your family or cause your divorce you did that" you tell her in a low voice really trying to keep it together
"He will never love you the way he loves this club it will always come before you"
"I know but the difference is I'm a strong enough woman to accept Opie and the club and not run at the first bump in the road"
"SMACK*
Donna back hands you taking you off gaurd causing you to loose your balance and fall to the ground hitting your head on the corner of the picnic table.
"DONNA WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU REALLY JUST FUCKING HIT HER" Opie steps out yelling the rest of the club Gemma and Tara right behind him "Baby are you ok" he ask in a softer crouching down to check your out.
"Fucking bitch deserved it Opie"
"I'm ok baby but don't do this in front of the kids you'll scare them" you say ignoring Donna noticing the kids are only a few feet away holding their bags you hang your head ashamed they saw and heard any of what just sent on.
Opie looks at the bleeding gash on your head caused from the fall and cut cheek bone from Donnas ring and his heart breaks "Your bleeding and have possible concussion and that's all you can say" he says in awe that your first thought was the kids and you look at him with a forced smile finding back tears from the pain.
"Chucky will you take the kids to the playground? And Tara will you look her over please while I have a talk with my ex wife" Opie says through gritted teeth and helps you up.
Before Tara gets you inside you stop and pull money out of your pocket "here Ope make sure she gets that cant let Ellie miss her dance classes she loves them" you say placing $400 in his hand smiling.
Tara walks inside and sits you down while Piney gets her medical bag. Mean while back outside...
"DONNA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" Opie yells while all his brothers and Gemma look on
"YOUR PATCH CHASER DESERVED IT OPIE! SHES TRYING TO BRIBE THE KIDS TO LIKE HER AND IVE HAD IT I DONT WANT THAT BITCH AROUND MY KIDS"
"SHES NOT A FUCKING PATCH CHASER DONNA AND DONT CALL HER THAT AGAIN" Opie yells with a growl to his voice stepping closer to Donna "AND AS FAR AS THE KIDS SHE HAS NEVER BRIBED THEM EVER THINK THEY JUST LIKE HER AND THEY ARE NOT JUST YOUR KIDS DONNA THEY ARE MINE TOO AND Y/N IS GONNA BE THEIR STEP MOTHER! SHE LOVE KENNY AND ELLIE LIKE THEY WERE HER OWN AND TREATS THEM THAT WAY TOO. YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT"
"SHES IS NOT THEIR MOTHER OPIE SHES JUST A PRETTY YOUNG THING KEEPING YOUR BED WARM TIL YOU COME TO YOUR FUCKING SENSES AND LEAVE HER AND THIS BULL SHIT CLUB AND COME BACK TO ME"
Opie narrows his eyes at Donnas words "Let me set a few things straight Donna" he said in a lower tone pointing his finger at her "Even if y/n wasnt in my life I will never ever come back to you you got that so you can get whatever fantasy you have out of your fucking head! You left me you filed those fucking papers not me! And you know what I'm fucking happy you did! I was relieved when I got the papers relieved when I signed them"
"What the hell does the mean Opie"
"It means if you wouldn't have filed I'd still be in a loveless marriage still fucking croweaters everynight" he said
"Loveless? is that what our marriage was to you" She asked taken aback and ignoring the croweater comment
"Yes Donna! I stayed as long as I did for the kids hell I only married you because you got pregnant I only convinced myself i loved you I just didn't have the balls to put the kids through a divorce! In the years I was with you I never loved you the way I love y/n! You filing those papers set me fucking free" Opie said
"She's never gonna love you the way I did Opie and you know that"
"You're right Donna because she loves me more and better! In the 3 years I've been with her I have been the happiest ive ever been!"
"Better how Opie" she ask putting her hands on her hips
"BECAUSE DONNA SHE ACCEPTS ME THE WAY I AM! LOVES ME FOR ME, DOESNT TRY TO CHANGE ME OR MAKE CHOOSE BETWEEN HER AND MY BROTHERS OR THE CLUB"
"OPIE YOU ARE FUCKING BLIND! SHE IS NOTHING BUT A CROWEATER WITH A TITLE CHASING YOUR PATCH"
"DONNA I WARNED YOU NOT TO CALL HER THAT" Opie yells
"ILL CALL HER WHATEVER I WANT I CALL IT LIKE I SEE IT OPIE SHES ONLY WITH YOU FOR THAT FUCKING PATCH ON YOUR KUTTE SHE'LL LEAVE YOU AND YOUR SORRY ASS CLUB AS SOON AS THINGS GET TO ROUGH AND REAL FOR HER ASS TO HANDLE"
Opie smirks at Donnas words "That's where you're wrong Donna she isn't you"
Donna narrows her eyes at Opie *SMACK*
Out of nowhere you come running out of the club house and tackled Donna to the ground!
"Woah where the fuck did she come from" Tig ask in shock
You were able to get few punches in before Opie pulls you off his ex wife you struggling against his strong grip.
"Hey hey baby calm down ok don't let the kids see ok" Opie says in a low voice
You stop struggling against him hearing his words and look over to see both kids playing with Able on the playground. Kenny and Ellie don't deserve to see their mom get her ass kick. Then you turn you attention to Donna who's still on the ground bleeding from her nose.
"You can disrespect me take a swing at me but I'll be damned if you do it to my man! I'm done taking your shit Donna! You fucked up by letting him go I have him now he's mine and I'm not fucking going anywhere unlike you I'm a real woman I don't run when things get real! Now get your ass in your car and go before I get out of Opies grip" you tell her
"You're not seeing the kids for a long time Opie" she says getting up from the ground
"You try to keep the kids away from him or do anything to this club Donna and I'll fucking kill you I promise I'll do it and I have plenty of people behind me that will help me hide your body then I will be their mommy so if you don't want that I suggest to think really hard before making those choices now leave the kids and fucking go because they aren't going anywhere with you today thats my fucking call not Opies"
Donna looks at Opie hoping he was gonna help her but all he does is look at Donna.
"This isn't over by a long shot Opie" Donna says
"Yes it nothing else left to say so do what my old lady said and go ill bring the kids to you in a few day" Opie says turning you around and walking you inside.
"Here sweetheart" Gemma says throwing her a dirty shop towel "clean your face you got some blood. Hap Tig walk her to her car so she doesn't start more shit I don't know if Opie can hold y/n back a second time hell i wouldnt let him"
"Tara can you take the kids home with you for a bit we'll swing by and get them in bit" Opie says
"Let them have a sleepover with Able yall need a night. I got them" she says
"Thank you" Opie says
*****
After Opie sends the kids off with Tara he grabs a couple beers for the 2 of you and heads to his room where you are already waiting.
He walks in and sees you laying on the bed staring at the ceiling hearing the door close gets your attention. You look over and send him a small smile while Opie makes his way to the bed.
"How's the head and the cheek baby" he ask sitting down on the edge of the bed
"I've had worse baby I have a major headache but I'm ok. How's your face did her nails get you" you ask making Opie chuckle
"I've had worse on runs" he says
"I didn't mean to lose my temper in front of thr kids Ope I'm sorry" you say laying your head on his shoulder
"Don't worry about that. Can I ask you something tho?" He ask
"Mmmm"
"How long has Donna been giving you shit" He ask and when you dont answer right away he's its been awhile so "how long baby"
"She's always made little comments here and there but it's gotten worst since we got engaged" you tell him
"She been doing this shit for a year? Why did you tell Gemma but didn't you tell me baby I would have put an end it"
"I didn't want to take the chance the two of you getting into it and her taking the kids away from you or her ratting on the club causing some if not all yall ending up in prison so I just dealt put on smile and dealt with it. It was better then you losing everything you love and i didnt tell Gemma she over heard one day told me to tell you but i swore her to secrecy"
"You took her shit for me? For the kids and the club?" He ask
"Yeah didn't want to risk it"
"Was today the first time she ever hit you" He asked
"Directly yes" you tell him
"What the hell does that mean y/n not directly" he ask growl looking
"Remember the night Gemma gave us the engagement party?" You asked
"The night you fell and broke your wrist and dislocated your knee yeah-wait" he says whipping his head to look at you figuring out where this was going "Donna pushed you? Making you have to be in a cast for 8 weeks"
"She didn't push me but she did put her foot out making me trip in those heels but I told everyone I lost my footing on a rock"
"So not only has she been harassing you for over a year but she has physically sssaulted you? And you still didn't tell me so I could put a stop it? And you did all this to protect me and the club?" Opie asked rasing his voice getting to his feet.
You didn't say anything just nooded your head not even meeting his gaze.
"Fuck baby it's not your job to protect me or the club! It's my job to protect you and from the sound of it I haven't been doing a very good fucking job if I didn't see any this shit" he says pacing the room.
Opie continues to pace the room in silence. How could he not see this? Thinking of all things you have been dealing with to protect him, his kids and his brothers breaks his heart. Maybe he shouldn't have taken so many runs the last few months. It's safe to say Opie was blaming himself for all this. After all in the end it was his kids his club his brother's and Opie himself you were trying to protect.
"I'm sorry I've been so busy with the club and the runs and working so much leaving you alone and ignoring you, breaking dates, leaving in the middle of dinner or the middle of the night" Opie says finally breaking the silence
"Opie baby come sit down" you say patting the bed. Opie does as you ask and when he sits you crawl into his lap and straddle his legs throwing your arms around his neck. Opie grabs your hips and let's you continue talking "baby you haven't not been ignoring me. And I know club come first I knew that before I got with you and when that phone rings you gotta go no matter what we're doing. The club is your family the guys are your brothers and I'd be crazy to ask you to choose"
Opie brings is one of his hands from your hip to your face moving some stray hair that has fallen "you really think the guys and the club come before you?" He ask really feeling like shit he has made the most important person in this world feel like she comes last.
"I know you love me I don't doubt that but yeah and it's ok Ope I knew that before and I accepted that along time ago. And I guess the selfish part of me kept everything to myself because I would rather be last on your list then not on it at all or have you or the guys hate me if something happened to the club bc i lost my temper"
"Last on my list is that what you think? Let me make this clear baby you are first on my list! As important as my brother and this club is to me I would take this kutte off in a heartbeat if you asked me to, something I would never do for Donna and believe me she asked but I wouldn't do it because i loved the club more then I loved her the club did come before her or our marriage. But one of the main reasons I love you, you would never make me choose but you come first always" he says kissing your lips.
"I love you Opie" you say when you pull away
"I love you too" he says tucking some hair behind your ear "now that I know everything will you tell me the things she said"
"You really wanna know? And you won't go off the rails in a blind rage"
"I won't right now how's that" he says making you smile
"She mainly liked to call me names like a patch chaser or a glorified croweater and loved to remind me I'm not the kids mother or that you will never love like you do the club or her personal favorite how she had everything first, you, the old lady title, your bed, your crow-"
"She doesn't have my crow" Opie says cutting you off
"What do you mean she doesn't have your crow? All old lady's have the crow Gemma has 2, one for John and Clay. You were with her for years married to her how does she not have it"
"I never asked her to get it. I never wanted her to have it" He said simply making you look at him confused. "We only got married because she got pregnant with Ellie then I try to convince myself I loved her then we had Kenny and I felt trapped I honestly think she got pregnant on purpose to keep me because she was on birth control and we used condoms, but either way I just loved the kids so much I stayed but I stayed here more then home always had a damn croweater in my bed and went on every run that came up. I was relieved when I got those papers I signed them without hesitation"
"So why did you want me to get get your crow?
"Because I love you more then anything and knew you would wear it with pride. The crow represents loyalty and devotion to the club and true love to the member she gets it for thats why we take a vote if an old lady gets one and if the club doesn't think the the girl is loyal she doesn't get it. and it's to show others you belong to a certain son which is why we all design our own and its always placed where it can be seen and as bad as this sounds I didn't care if people knew we were together, it didn't bother me when someone from another charter hit on her not like I am with you" he smirks
"Like when you broke that prospects jaw from the LA charter, or busted that nomads head open" you laugh
"They shouldn't have hit on my old lady especially after they saw my crow" he says matter of factly
"I'll always stay loyal to SAMCRO and more importantly I'll always stay loyal to you"
"I know you will baby that's why you are the first and only one who will wear my crow"
You take off his beanie letting his long hair fall and run your fingers through it then you run your hand down his face into beard and run your hand through his beard(he loves when you play it his hair and beard but would never admit it to his brothers) and he let's out a low deep moan
"My big bad biker really just a big ol softie" you tease
"Only for you babygirl! Plus I love when you play with my beard and hair" he says
"I love your long hair and running my fingers through and the growls you make when i pull it and I love your beard Ope, it's so soft and rough at the same time plus..." you lean in and whisper the next part "the burns feels good" you say tugging a little then pull his bottle lip in between your teeth and grinding your hips down on his already growing bulge.
"Don't start something you can't finish" he growl grabbing your hips
"When I ever not finished what I started" you say smashing your lips onto his, making it all teeth and tongue from the start.
"Ride my face baby" Opie says pulling away
"I don't wanna suffocate you i always get nervous you will"
Opie laughs at your nervousness and words "I'm a big boy I can handle it plus if I'm going out tonight what better way then eating my favorite meal"
Opie lifts you off his lap standing you between his legs. He his big calloused hands down your body lifting your dress above your head throwing it someone in his dorm room, leaving in nothing but your matching lace bra and panty set and you take his shirt off admiring his bare chest and tattoos.
"I love this set on you" he say then slides up to the head of his bed never taking his eyes off you. He motions with his finger for you to come him.
You make a show at crawling on the bed and on to his lap grinding down when you get there.
"You need to be higher baby" he says smirking grabbing you by your hips lifting you with ease setting you on his broad tattooed chest. He runs his hands up your body and unhooks your bra leaving you bare chested.
"Climb on baby I'm hungry"
You lift your hips and slide to where your still clothed pussy is above his face.
"These need to go" Opie say and completely rips them off leaving you in shock
"Ope those were my favorite pair"
"I'll buy you more" he says before grabbing your hips and pulling your now bare pussy to his waiting mouth making you yelp.
"Oh Opie" you moan when you feel his mouth and tongue on your core.
Opies hands tighten on your hips as he shoves his very skillful tongue into your dripping hole. You feel his nose brush against your clit making your hands grab his hair.
Opie has you a moaning mumbling mess. His name coming from your mouth like a life line. You start to grind harder and faster, back and forth the closer you get to falling over the edge.
"Ope...Opie don't stop oh my God Opie"
Opie pulls you down even more(if that was possible) and at this point you don't even know how he can breathe. He continues working his tongue over every nerve ending you have til you scream...
"OPIE IM CUMMING OPIE" you scream grabbing his hair from the roots making Opie growl and his tongue going faster.
Opie works you through your orgasm but doesn't let up he continues lapping at your core.
Op-Opie t-t-to mu-much" you say with a whimper but Opie still doesn't stop.
"OH MY GOD OPIE!!!! OPIE DONT STOP" you scream as another orgasm hits you this time harder then the first, making you squirt all over Opies face, in his beard, and down his chest making him let out a deep grown and once again pull you closer still not letting up.
Your third orgasm comes out of nowhere in record time leaving you a screaming messing! You screamed so loud you just know everyone in and outside the clubhouse heard you but at this point you didn't care.
Opie finally let's up letting you fall onto the mattress breathless...
"Ope that was a amazing" you say trying to catch your breath making him smile with pride. "I kinda made a mess in your beard"
"Its my flavor saver" he winks standing up to take his pants off. He goes to unbuckle his belt when you stop him...
"My turn" you smirk but Opie grabs your hand
"As much as i love your mouth tonight is all about you.
You lay back down on the pillows and watch your sexy man rid himself of the rest of his clothes his cock slaps against his stomach making you squeeze your legs together in anticipation of whats coming.
Opie crawl in between your legs parting them while letting out a groan when he sees just how wet you are.
He waste no time smashing his lips in to your in a bruiseing kiss make sure you feel every ounce of love he feels for you. Then he starts kissing sucking and biting down the left side your neck leaving no doubt marks that are gonna last for days. He moves from your neck to your collar bone finally making it to your breast where he gives them equal attention before making his way back up this time going up the left side leaving more marks. You swear by the end of the night you are gonna look like a cheetah.
"Ope enough teasing I need you" you say as he sucks another hickey to your neck and smirks
He pumps his big cock a few time before slowly entering you making you both let out a moan.
"Fuuuuuck" he says once he bottoms out "I swear you get tighter everytime"
"Move" you say
Opie slowly starts going in and out just wanting to enjoy the feel of you around him. Normally sex with Opie is rough and wild! But tonight things aren't around rushing and fucking, tonight Opie wants you to feel loved, treasured he wants make sure you know you are the most important thing in his world.
"Best pussy I've been had, it was made for me" Opie grunts picking up the pace a little and bringing his lips your you. "You are the most important person in my life y/n I love you so much"
"I love you to Opie" you moan.
With the slower pace your orgasm is getting closer and closer faster then normal "Ope I'm so close"
"I know I feel you gripping me baby, cum baby" he says and at his words the band in your belly snaps making you moan his name your nails scratching down his back, while Opie continues to slide in and out of you.
As much as you are loving the slower pace and love making you need Opie to pound you into the mattress and you know just the way to do it, his weakness...his hair
After you come down you grab his fist full of his hair and pull bring his lips to your and biting his bottom lip making him let out a loud deep growl.
"I love the slower pace but fuck me Opie...hard and rough" you say
Opie smiles at your words "remember you asked for this" he says flipping you over on your knees.
He waste no time sliding back in this time hard and fast making you moan in pleasure. Opie grabs your hips so hard you know he's leaving bruises and the thought of that makes you clinch around him.
Opie sets a brutal rough pace going just what you asked and fucks you into the mattress.
"Opie harder" and that's what he does. All you can hear in the room is the slapping of skin, moans and grunts.
"Fuck I love this pussy" he says from behind you
"Ope I'm close again please don't stop"
"I'm close to" he grunts some how going faster "I'm bout to fill this pussy up baby" he says grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up so your back is against his chest then then wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes just enough and that's what sends you over the edge.
"I-I'IM CUMMING OPIE DONT STOP OH MY GOD" you scream clinching round him triggering his own release
"I am too baby" he says as he spills inside you.
Opie doesn't stop his rough pace til you both stop cumming then you both fall on the bed breathing a little to hard.
"Ope that was fucking amazing" you say after you catch your breath making Opie laugh
"Hell yeah it was but it always is! And I think the whole club heard me fuck your brains our you so they know how good it was too" he says
"Not the first time they've heard me won't be the last" you laugh
"Was I to rough" Opie ask pulling you into his arms
"No it was perfect"
You lay in Opies arms for a few minutes before sliding out of bed.
"Where you going baby" he ask
"Shower wanna join me? Maybe round 2 before heading home for round 3" you wink
"Fuck yeah" Opie says jumping up and wrapping his arms around you.
*****
2 months later you and Opie were married in a small wedding surrounded by your close family and friends. Gemma was your maid of honor, Jax was Opies best man Ellie the flower girl and Kenny the ring bearer.
6Ā½ months after the wedding you and Opie welcomed your baby girl Harley Grace Winston! Harley came out looking looking just like her daddy down to the dimples on her chubby checks to her big green eyes.
Things with Donna never got better if anything they got worse and that caused Donnas downfall sadly causeing her death a few months after your wedding and you and Opie ended up getting full custody of the kids but that's another story for another time...
One day about a year after Donnas death you went TM with Harley while Ellie and the kids were at school to drop some things off to Gemma. When you walked in you are confused when you saw balloons, streamers, and everything else that goes with a party. But thing that confused you the most was Opie standing there with both kids by his side.
You wake your way over to Opie and the kids, Harley on your hip making grabby hands at her daddy and Opie taking her right away(she was 100% a daddy's girl).
"Whats going on Ope and why aren't they in school" you ask
"Well they wanted to ask you something and they wanted it to be done in front of all our family" Opie says with a smile looking down at the kids guesting them to walk to you.
They hand you an envelope which just confuses you and you were not prepared for the card you found inside...
Will you officially be our mom?
You looked up with tears in your eyes and Opie hands you a bigger envelope of paperwork.
"You want me to adopt them?" You ask your voice cracking
"It was their idea they asked me if you could they want you to officially be their mom. So we had the paper work drew up all you have to do is sign it! That is if it's what you want"
"That's not even a question is it? Of course it's what I want. Are you guys sure you wanna be stuck with me" you ask them
"We love you y/n and want you to be our mom. I mean you already are but we want to make it official" Ellie says.
You wrap them both in your arms and cry "of course I will but just know I'll never try to replace your mom she will always be your mom"
"We know"
"Anyone got a pen? And where do i sign" You ask wiping your tears and Opie hands you a pen and points to all the places you have to sign.
"Now you are officially the mom they always deserved" Opie says kissing your lips making you smile.
"Well there is something I wanna tell you since we're handing out good news" you say with a smile
"What is it baby" he ask his turn to be confused
"I'm pregnant" you say making Opie grin from ear to ear kissing you again
"We're gonna have another baby" he yells making every one erupt in cheers
opieās the type of guy who has big hands and a even bigger heart. the type of guy who kisses you slow, like heās got nowhere else to be, thumb stroking your cheek in soft circles. the type of guy who picks you up so easily it makes you dizzy, one arm under your thighs, the other around your back. the type of guy who loves you quietlyāfilling your gas tank, fixing that thing in your house before you can ask, leaving his hoodie on your chair. opieās the type of guy who fucks you like he canāt help it, slow and deep, like he needs you to feel every inch of him. the type who holds your jaw in his big hand while he slides into you, eyes locked on yours so you know exactly whoās making you feel this way. the type of guy who lifts you onto the kitchen counter like you weigh nothing, just so he can spread you open and taste you until youāre begging. opieās the type of guy who makes you feel safe in every wayāwhether itās the way he holds you when youāre falling apart or the way he fucks you like heās never letting you go.
The clubhouse was buzzing with noise, music, laughter, and the smell of beer, but none of that mattered. You were sitting in Opieās lap, legs wrapped around him, hands tangled in his hair as your lips pressed hard to his. He groaned into your mouth, hips shifting so your pussy ground against him, and your body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed, every touch making your knees weak, but the moment you felt Jaxās gaze on you, watching, dark eyes roaming your body, you shivered.
Opie noticed the look in your eye, and his grin turned wicked as he pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. āWould you be willing to have a little funā¦ with both of us?ā he asked, voice low, rough, teasing.
You nodded without thinking, already dripping, heart hammering at the thought.
āGood girlā he murmured before standing, lifting you to your feet. Jax met you at the back rooms, his smirk dark and dangerous, eyes hungry, and Opie guided you toward one of the private rooms. The three of you stopped just inside, heat practically radiating off you, and you could feel their desire pressing into you.
Opieās hands moved down your body, gripping your hips, thumbs brushing over your pussy, while Jaxās gaze roamed hungrily over you. āStripā Jax ordered, voice low and commanding.
You shivered as your clothes slid off, hands trembling slightly from anticipation, leaving you bare before them. They didnāt waste time, they pushed you down onto the bed, hands firm on your hips, instructing you to get on your hands and knees. You obeyed, ass high, pussy dripping, heart racing.
Jax slid behind you immediately, lips brushing over your folds, tongue teasing, flicking inside you, tasting your wetness. You moaned low, trembling, your back arching involuntarily. Opie knelt in front of you, pressing his cock into your mouth, hands tangling in your hair. āSuck itā he growled, and you opened eagerly, taking him in, hot and desperate.
Jaxās tongue worked you from behind, curling and flicking, hitting every sensitive spot, while Opie thrust slowly, making you gag and moan around him. They alternated praise and degradation, voices low, rough, filthy.
āYou like being our little slut donāt youā Opie said, thrusting deeper into your mouth.
āYesā you whimpered around his cock, feeling yourself dripping for them.
The two of them worked you relentlessly, Jax eating you out while Opie fucked your mouth, until your body shuddered uncontrollably and Jax made you cum, trembling, moaning, crying out, soaked and gasping. You were breathless, needy, dripping for them, but they werenāt done.
Jax pulled back slightly, positioning his cock at your entrance, sliding in from behind while Opie continued in your mouth, thrusting hard. You gagged, moaned, crying out as they spitroasted you, hands gripping your hips, ass, and hair. Every motion was precise, perfect, designed to push you over the edge again and again.
āYouāre ours, such a little slut for usā Opie growled, thrusting harder.
āSuch a nice tight holeā Jax said, slapping your ass, hitting every curve, praising and degrading, making your pussy clench around him.
When your second orgasm hit, shaking, squirming, moaning, Jax pulled back and smirked āI have an ideaā he said, voice low and dangerous.
He laid back, pulling you onto his lap āRide meā he ordered, voice rough, dark. You obeyed and you straddled him, sliding down onto his cock, heat wrapping around him perfectly.Ā
āOpe, take her from behindā Jax said, and Opie didnāt waste a second. He grabbed lube from the bedside drawer, slicking his cock and your tight asshole, sliding in slowly, groaning as he filled you, every inch deliciously tight. You whimpered around Jaxās cock as Opie pushed in, and began fucking your ass, both men taking you, claiming you, degrading and praising you all at once.
āYouāre so fucking tight, look at you taking both of usā Jax growled, hands gripping your hips.
āYeah, take it, take it all like the good little whore you areā Opie added, thrusting hard, hitting every sensitive spot.
You bounced, riding Jax, moaning, whimpering, ass spreading for Opie, every nerve on fire. They whispered praise, filthy words, rough commands, telling you that you were theirs, how good you felt, how much you wanted it, while continuing to push you to the edge over and over.
Every thrust, every slap, every moan, every cry of their names drove you crazier, until you were trembling, shaking, completely lost in them.
Jax grabbed your hips hard,, thrusting deep and rough up into you, making your pussy clamp around him as your back arched. Opie pressed his body into yours from behind, cock thrusting perfectly into your tight little asshole. Every motion was rough, relentless, hands gripping, slapping, pinching, pushing you to the edge.
āYouāre ours, little whoreā Jax growled, voice low and dangerous, āweāre gonna fill you upā
Opie leaned forward, lips brushing the back of your neck, teeth grazing lightly as he added, āSo tightā¦ taking both of us so good, you like it donāt youā
āYesā¦ oh god yesā you moaned as both men destroyed both holes.
They worked you together, Jax slamming into your pussy while Opie fucked your ass, thrusts hard and relentless. Your moans and gagged cries filled the room, their hands everywhere, rough, possessive, marking you, making you theirs. They alternated filthy degradation with praise, and you melted for every word, every touch.
Opie grunted behind you, gripping your hips, thrusting slow and deliberate, āSo wet, so tight, taking both of us, my good little girlā
Your body quaked, trembling, every nerve alight, and before you could even catch your breath, the pleasure hit you hard. Your second orgasm slammed through you, clenching around Jax, shivering, crying out, and both men kept moving, pushing you past your limits, filling every inch of you.
āCum for us, little slutā Jax hissed, thrusting deep into you.
Opie groaned, slamming into your ass harder, āYeah, take it, take it all, youāre oursā
You couldnāt hold back, shaking, moaning, overwhelmed, and then with one last rough thrust from each of them, they both spilled into you, Jax deep inside your pussy, Opie filling your ass. Heat, wetness, and their cums mixed, your body trembling, gasping, completely broken and theirs.
Jax leaned down, lips brushing your ear, whispering, āGood girl, you took us both so fucking wellā
Opie pressed his chest against your back, nuzzling your neck, murmuring, āSuch a good girl, I look forward to next timeā
You were dripping, shaking, mind spinning, completely spent between them, and they werenāt letting you forget that tonight, and future nightsā¦ you were theirs in every way.
When your neighbor goes missing, you call upon your seven deadly sins to help get him back.
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Author's Note: SURPRISE! Finally have something to post, so here it is a day earlier than normal.
This imagine is probably ridiculous, but you know what? Blame the Kingdom of the Wicked series. I wanted my own seven deadly sins lol even if they don't make much of an appearance in here.
Sons of Anarchy AU.
Title translation: The Queen of the Underworld.
When you were little, you were probably the most spoiled girl you'd ever known. Anything you needed or wanted was yours and you ended up quite ignorant of everything going on around you. You didn't know anything about the family business, only that your daddy was an important man and you had numerousĀ unclesĀ who looked after you. And then you became a teenager, and you understood that not only was your daddy important but he was also dangerous too. Your parents did everything to shield you fromĀ the life, but when you and your mother were kidnapped and she was killed, you wanted to know the ins and outs of everything.
Your uncles, only a couple by blood, made sure you knew how to take care of yourself. You learned to fight and how to handle weapons, and learned about other families that were nearly as important as yours. You learned who your allies were and who your enemies were, and far sooner than you had anticipated, you were upgraded fromĀ PrincessĀ toĀ Queen.
Losing your father made you bitter and you held no remorse for sending your men after those who had a hand in his death. It was your turn to lead the family business as your father's only child, and your father's brothers happily let everyone think they were in charge while you watched everyone and everything from the shadows.
Everyone learned to fear your family name since you were quite bloodthirsty, but as the years slowly passed you learned to take it down a notch. Eventually, you grew tired of having no privacy and decided to move out on your own since no one outside of the men you grew up with knew you were the head of the family business.
You chose Charming since it was quite the picturesque little town, but those who served under you didn't like you being so far away. So, to keep them from dropping by or watching you from afar, you anonymously purchased a large plot of land and let them build another compound and warehouse nearby.
The construction of the compound and warehouse gave you more than enough time to find a suitable house for yourself, and have it remodeled and furnished before you moved in. There was lots of talk around Charming about who was disrupting their usual routine, but no one ever found out anything of importance.
When you finally move into your house, it takes some getting used to. There's no noise, and no men lurking around corners or men coming up to you every half hour to see if you need anything. It feels good to make your own food and have a peaceful meal, and to just laze around to watch some television, but you're still the woman behind the curtain, taking phone calls and attending meetings and making sure everything is on the up and up.
You've been in your new house for a couple of weeks now and there's not been a single problem. At least not until you're in the middle of your shower and your scalding hot water turns unbearably cold. With a shout, you hop on out to try and catch your breath. You give it a few seconds before testing the water with your hand and quickly yank back when it's still cold.
You test the hot water in the bathroom sink, but that too is cold. Pulling on a robe, you head to your kitchen and test the hot water there. Cold. All cold.
With a sigh, you head towards the laundry room where the water heater resides. There's a little blinking light at the bottom that should signify the water heater is working properly, but unfortunately it isn't blinking.
"Son of a-"
You've learned a lot of things, but lighting the pilot light was not one of them. So uncaring for the fact that you're merely in a robe with shampoo still in your hair, you slip your feet into a pair of house slippers and head outside. You look around your neighbors' driveways and find a motorcycle parked at the house next to yours.
Scurrying next door, you knock on the front door. It doesn't take long at all for the door to be opened and you give yourself a moment to take in the tall specimen standing in front of you. Wet hair hangs down past the man's shoulders, water droplets clinging to a full beard, and a towel is wrapped tightly around his waist. Water droplets glisten down a tattooed torso and you have to quickly shake your head clear when you realize you're ogling. "Uh, sorry." You glance up to meet his amused gaze. "I, uh, I live next door. I really hope it's not a bad time, besides the obvious nakedness going on, but I could really use your help if you're not in a time crunch."
He arches an eyebrow at you. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I was in the middle of my own shower when my water heater went out. I checked it and there are no leaks which leads me to believe the pilot light went out. I have no clue how to light it and I'm hoping you do."
"Sure. Let me justā¦" He trails off as he glances down his body. "Let me get dressed and I'll help you out."
You sag in relief. "Thank you so much."
"You can use my kitchen sink if you wanna rinse your hair. You know, just in case the problem is something else."
"Oh. Yeah, thanks. I would rather rinse with hot water than cold."
The man opens his door further and you step in. "I'm Opie."
"YN. Nice to finally meet one of my neighbors."
He chuckles. "Yeah? Everyone 'round here steers clear."
"Motorcycle that off putting?"
"That and the MC." Walking into the kitchen, he points to a kutte hanging off the back of a chair.Ā Sons of Anarchy.Ā And huh. You've heard of them- heard all about the power struggle within the club, but they stayed off your radar and you theirs.
"What a bunch of pussies," you mumble. But Opie still hears you and he grins some more.
"Sink is clean. There's even a hose you can use. I'll be right back."
"Mhm. Thanks again."
Opie turns to walk away, and you tilt your head to admire his back muscles and tattoos. You bite your bottom lip at what you see, but quickly turn to the kitchen sink less you're busted ogling him again.
Turning on the sink's hot water, you grab the little hose and test it out. When the water is hot, you bend over the sink and flip your hair into it.
It takes you longer than anticipated to rinse out the shampoo in your hair and when you do, you're quick to turn off the water and then wring out as much water from your hair as you can. Letting your hair hang in front of your shoulder and over your chest so the front of the robe soaks up any other water, you find paper towels close by and take one to clean up the sides of the sink and counter where water splashed.
"All good to go?" You startle at the words and whirl around, finding Opie leaning against the doorway as he grins at you. His hair has been pulled back into a knot and a black shirt hugs his torso sinfully tight.
You gulp. "Y-Yeah."
"After you then."
You stumble and mutter a quick,Ā shut up, when he laughs at you. He follows you all the way to your house, shutting the front door behind him and then stepping into your laundry room. "This is it. There's a light that's supposed to be blinking-"
"Yeah. I know. I actually have this same water heater."
"Oh, thank god."
Opie squats down and you watch him hold a knob down while clicking another button. It clicks about fifteen times before the light blinks, and you exhale in relief. "That should do it. If it goes out again on its own, just go ahead and come get me. It'll probably need to be cleaned and I can help with that also."
"Thank you! I really didn't want to have to call my uncles. They didn't want me living on my own and they would have teased me mercilessly if I had to call them so soon."
"I bet." Opie looks you up and down in your robe and your shift nervously. "Well, I'll go ahead and get out of your hair so you can finish your shower or whatever. If you ever need help, you know where to find me now. As long as my bike is out front, I'm home."
You smile as you walk him towards the door. "Thank you so much, Opie. I definitely owe you one."
You watch him until he's halfway between your houses and then shut the door before hurrying back to your bathroom.
And hallelujah! You have hot water once again.
After your first meeting with Opie, you seem to see him all the time when you're out and about. You have a smile and wave for him every time you make eye contact, laughing when his club brothers eye you up and down or whistle appreciatively until Opie shoves them hard enough to shut them up.
The next time you have face to face time with him, however, is when you're on the side of the road trying to replace a flat tire.
"Come. On. You. Sonnuvabitch," you grunt as you try to twist the lug wrench to loosen a lug nut. You've managed to get one off, but the others are proving to be a bitch.
The sound of motorcycle engines approaching has you looking up and down the side of the stretch of road you're on, and you spot two individuals riding closer and closer. Only needing their muscle to loosen the lug nuts since you know how to do the rest, you stand up and wave them down. And when you see them slowing down, angling their bikes to you, you sigh in relief.
One of the men has a very familiar beard and you can't help but smile as they stop right behind your car. "Hey neighbor," you muse when they cut their engines.
Opie pulls off his riding glasses and helmet, settling everything on his handlebars. His friend does the same before they both stand, and Opie offers you a small smile. "What trouble are you in now?"
"I just need your muscles, I swear." You chuckle, nodding at his friend and his too charming grin he throws your way. "The last place I got my car a tune-up at, they tightened the lug nuts too tight. I just need someone to loosen them up really quick and then I can take care of the rest."
"No need to worry that pretty little head of yours, darlin'," Opie's friend says. "I'm sure my boy Ope can take care of it for you." He claps Opie on the shoulders, squeezing and nudging him forward.
Opie's eyes roll. "YN, this is Jax. Jax, this is my neighbor YN."
You and Jax exchange greetings as Opie gets to work on changing your tire for you.
"So, how's that water heater treating you?" Opie asks. "No more naked knocks on other people's doors?"
"Naked knocks?" Jax arches an eyebrow at you.
"First of all, shut up," you tell Jax. And then looking at Opie, you say, "It's working fine. Haven't had a problem since you helped me."
"Good. That's good."
"So where did you come from?" Jax asks.
"From Salinas."
"Yeah? Why Charming?"
You shrug. "When my mom passed, my dad and his brothers raised me. And then my dad passed, and my uncles took my wellbeing a little too seriously. I needed some space from them."
"Pretty sure they're expecting her to throw in the towel any moment now and go crawling back to them," Opie says.
"Exactly." You grin at the biker that's nearly finished with changing your tire for you. "They know I know how to take care of myself, but they're still hoping I fail and call them up. Can you imagine how put out they're going to be when they realize I have a perfectly friendly biker living next door who doesn't mind lending me a hand every once in a while?"
Opie laughs as he lowers your car from the small car jack. He then grabs up the flat tire and carries it to the trunk of your car while Jax grabs up the jack and the lug wrench. Once everything is put away, the men face you as Opie says, "You're all set. If you stop by Teller Automotive, we can get the tire fixed for you and put the spare back in the trunk."
You arch an eyebrow at him. "You work at an auto garage?"
"Try own it," Jax muses. "It's mine. The club runs it," he says while pointing to theĀ PresidentĀ patch on his own kutte.
"Huh. Nice." Then glancing back at Opie, you say, "Well I guess I owe you. Again."
"I'm just racking up those favors, aren't I?"
"Yeah, yeah." You smile as you pull open the driver's side door. "Thank you. I'll, uh, I'll see you around."
The men make their way back to their bikes, but they wait until you drive off before taking their leave as well.
As music blares throughout your room, you mouth along to the lyrics as you ready yourself for a party with the Sons of Anarchy. You had taken your tire to Teller Automotive when you found the time and Opie fixed it up for you like he said he would. Then after putting it back on your car, he made sure your spare was okay before putting it away back in the trunk. Jax tried to refuse payment by saying you get a freebie for being new to Charming, but you weren't having it and bullied the man in his office to take your money.
Needless to say, the Sons were impressed with how you didn't back down.
Jax then extended an invite to their party, and you agreed since you didn't have any plans. Opie tried to tell you that you didn't have to attend because their type of parties usually got out of hand, but you assured him you could handle your own with an all-knowing grin. Jax whooped and Opie looked a little apprehensive but still told you what time to be there.
So here you are, in a backless black bandana tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips along your thighs and knees. Your makeup has already been applied and your hair straightened, and you readily slip your feet into a pair of chunky heeled Doc Martens. And instead of taking a purse or wallet, you decide to slip your ID and Driver's License into the back of your phone case before slipping it into one pocket while shoving several twenties in the other.
Then after making sure everything is turned off, with the exception of two small lamps in the living room, you lock up your house and head out for the night.
The drive to Teller Automotive isn't that far and you get there fairly quickly. The entire lot is enclosed with a tall chain link fence that has some form of material draped on the inside so you can't see through, so you're not sure where to park, but one of the Sons who's speaking with a woman outside the fence spots you and tells you where to go. After following his directions, you park and get out of your car. Then pocketing your keys, you turn around and take in your surroundings.
There are barrels of fire scattered around the lot, as well as numerous picnic tables and a single boxing ring that has two men going toe to toe inside of it as many spectators cheer on the violence. The auto garage portion of the building is shut down, but the club portion has its bay doors rolled up. As you make your way towards it, you can see a bar and numerous tables scattered about the room. There are a couple of couches and even a pool table, and many scantily clad women working the room.
Chuckling, you enter the club with all the confidence in the world. Immediately you can feel the stares on you- both lecherous and envious- and you make your way towards the bar.
Sitting on the stool across from the bartender, you smile at him. "Can I have a beer? Whatever you have is fine." As the bartender grabs you a beer, you pull a twenty from your pocket and hand it over.
"It's only six bucks."
"Then I'll grab another two throughout the night. Don't worry about any change."
The bartender nods and puts the money away under the counter, and you turn around on your stool. Crossing one knee over the other, you lean back against the bar while taking your first sip of your drink.
"Hey. When'd you get in?" Jax takes the stool next to you and you grin at him.
"Just now. Was taking in the scene before I went looking for familiar faces."
"Ope would have greeted 'ya, but he's currently trying to fend off a couple of sweetbutts."
"Sweetbutts?"
"Women who want to fuck a Son in hopes of him giving her his crow."
You frown. "How does one give someone a crow?"
Jax chuckles. "You know, it's kind of refreshing that you don't know anything about the MC life."
"Yeah, wellā¦" You shrug, trailing off as you take another sip of your beer.
"It can be a good thing or a bad thing," he continues. "Good because we know you ain't looking at Ope just because of his kutte and bad because this life is tough. Especially for the women."
You flash him a grin. "Who said I was lookin' at Opie?"
"Please." Jax huffs. "I put on my best smile for you when he was changing your tire and you only had eyes for him."
"It's the height. And the muscle definition in his back." You sigh wistfully, sipping your beer. "God, hisĀ back."
Jax laughs as he grabs himself another beer and you gesture the bartender to give you another. "Well, Ope can use a saving grace whenever you're ready. Don't let anyone push you around."
"Trust me. I won't."
As Jax takes his leave, you meet every woman's glare that had been directed at you because he had chosen to spend a few minutes of his time on you. You give them the most deadpan stare ever until they look away and then smirk as you start in on your second beer. A couple men try their luck with you, but you're quick to reject them before they can get too comfortable. Your gaze occasionally falls back on Opie, and you make your move when you see him drain his beer and the so-called sweetbutts on either side of him lean further into his personal space.
Rolling your eyes, you grab a fresh beer from the bartender and start towards your neighbor. The gathered Sons seem to perk up, making the women on their laps pout, but you only have eyes for Opie.
Coming to a stop in front of him, you smirk as he looks up and the women vying for his attention glare at you. Holding out the new beer to him, you say, "Come on. Let's go get some fresh air."
His lips twitch as he accepts the beer and the woman on his left scoffs. "Excuse me!"
"You're excused."
Opie and his brothers all laugh and then the woman on his right gets bold. "Back off, bitch. Seniority rules here. If you're gonna be a regular, you start at the bottom of the totem pole. Now go clean the toilets or something."
Opie looks offended on your behalf, but you merely laugh as you step so you're directly standing in front of her. "Oh honey, I'm way too pretty to do the toilets. You, on the other handā¦" She gasps and leans forward to stand, but you're quick to lift a foot and plant your boot in the middle of her chest. Her eyes widen as you shove her back into her seat and you lean forward as much as you can with your foot pressing against her. "Trust me, you don't wanna go down this road. You think I'm easy prey because this is my first time here but let me assure you that they will not find your body if you decide to piss me off."
"And that's our cue to go." Opie is quick to stand, gently grabbing you by the wrist to tug you away. His brothers all whoop and laugh as the one woman tries to console her friend who had balked at your words. You follow after him as he leads you outside, walking up to a picnic table that he ends up stepping up onto the bench to sit atop the table. You do the same and as you settle side by side, he asks, "So we wouldn't find her body, huh?"
You snort, covering your mouth where beer had dribbled out since he asked the question when you were mid-sip. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."
"I'll say." Opie takes a pull from his own beer bottle. "So how are you liking the party?"
You shrug. "It's decent." Then you point towards the boxing ring with the neck of your bottle. "You ever get in there?"
"If I ever have any aggression to work out, yeah."
"Most people fuck their aggression out; you fight it out." This time it's Opie's turn to snort his beer and you smirk. "So how areĀ youĀ liking tonight's party? Are the women always soā¦"
"Slutty?"
"I was gonna say bold."
Opie shakes his head as he chuckles. "Yeah. It's their life's mission to either get knocked up by someone in a kutte or get a crow or a ring."
"That's the second time I heard something about a crow. What is that?" You ask.
Opie looks at you, seeing that you're honestly curious. "In our MC, a crow is a big deal. Bigger than a ring."
"No shit?"
"It's basically the men branding their women as their property."
"Wow," you drawl, completely unimpressed. "The women around here really need to rethink their priorities."
Opie chuckles some more. "So, you're saying you wouldn't get a tattoo for your man?"
"I meanā¦" You trail off, shrugging. "It all depends on the situation."
"How?"
"Take me and you for example," you say and roll your eyes when Opie smirks. "If we started hooking up and a month or two from now you asked me to get a tattoo personalized for you, I'd say you were out of your damn mind. I'd have to be with someone for years before getting a tattoo dedicated to my partner."
"That's fair." He takes a moment to watch you, watching you take in your surroundings and be at ease in this new environment. "So how was your day?"
"So-so," you say, watching the men duke it out in the ring. "It was a bit of a bore if I'm being honest."
"No work?"
"I work from home." You turn to face him, grinning softly. "I, uh, I have a family-owned private security schtick going on. My uncles work from the office, but I take calls and answer emails at home."
"Does working from home turn a decent profit?"
"I'm living pretty comfortably, so I'd say it does."
Opie doesn't question your answer and then turns back to the fight himself.
For the rest of the night, the two of you keep one another company outside by the fire. You switch to water so you're able to drive home and you learn a little bit more about how the MC handles themselves and the people milling about their territory.
Over the next couple of weeks, you find Opie hanging out at your place more and more. After the faucet at your kitchen sink had deteriorated and leaked beneath the cabinets, Opie installed the new one for you after you bought everything you needed. You repaid him with dinner and a beer, and he just kept showing up after that. Sometimes with Jax or Juice or even Happy who reminded you of some of your uncles.
You've gotten to know each other really well that you have a date-slash-not date planned with him, so you're a little surprised when he doesn't show.
Or answer your call.
Or your text.
You keep listening for a motorcycle, but two days go by and nothing.
On the third day there's a pounding on your front door that immediately has you agitated. You march over to it, yank it open to give whoever it is a piece of your mind, only to gape as Jax marches in.
"Have you heard from Ope?"
"Well hello to you too," you deadpan as you swing the door shut. Sighing, you follow him to the living room where he's pacing.
"I'm being serious here, YN. Have you heard from Ope?"
His worry and tone give you pause, and then immediately sets you on edge. "No. We had plans two days ago, but he never showed up." You frown when you realize how exhausted Jax seems. "What's going on?"
Jax sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Nothing. Don't-"
"Don't tell me not to worry about it," you say. You step in front of him, arms crossed. "I was ready to bitch out Opie the next time I saw him, but then you marched in here all worried and now I'm worried. If he left town on his own, then fine. But if he was taken because of the club-"
"What the hell would you know about club life?" He scoffs.
"Don't get pissy with me,Ā presidente." You snap back at him. "You'd be surprised at what I know."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes." You lightly glare at him, but then the glare softens as you smirk at him. "Weren't you a little bit skeptical at how easily I made myself comfortable at your parties? How I didn't cower to your women or how I stood up to the men who tried their luck?"
Jax tenses. "Who are you?"
"A friend, I hope." Jax frowns and you sigh. "Look. I didn't come to Charming looking for trouble. I didn't plan on Opie being my neighbor or getting to know you guys. In fact, I just wanted to fly under the radar, but you guysā¦ you guys threw a wrench into everything."
"Who do you work for?"
You scoff. "I don't work for anyone."
"What the hell is going on here, YN?" Jax wonders, getting annoyed. "I'm confused as shit right now and my brother is missing and-"
"Hey." You step right into his space, reaching up to lightly pat the side of his face as you stare up at him. "I can help you look for him, but you're gonna need to trust me. I know this is MC business, but if you want Opie found then you're gonna have to spill."
"This isn't going to bite me on the ass?"
"Nope. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll benefit from it. Now what do you say?" You hold a hand out to him. "If you say you trust me, you have to tell me exactly what's going on. The nitty gritty details won't ever be repeated from my lips."
Jax takes a moment to think about it before throwing caution to the wind and grasping your hand. "Fine. We have a deal."
"Good." Pulling out your phone with your other hand, you press on the name that's saved in your first favorite slot. It rings twice before the call is answered. "Gather my favorite sins and send them to my house.Ā Discreetly. Someone important to me was taken and I am not happy."
You disconnect the call and Jax just stares at you. "Your favorite sins? What the fuck was that about?"
But you merely smile at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Teller. Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection so long as you don't do stupid shit."
"Your protection?"
"You'll see. Now talk. I need to figure out an abbreviated version to tell my sins when they get here."
Jax arches an eyebrow. "Your sins?"
"Yes. Now speak."
Jax huffs but takes a seat on the edge of your couch, spilling everything. You're familiar with turf wars and kidnappings and torture, and the more Jax speaks the more unsettled you are for Opie. The issue, however, is an old grievance another MC has with the Sons. They'd been spotted around town for the past week, keeping the Sons on their toes and making the Sons chase them out of town. But the Sons were split in all sorts of directions and Opie never came back.
Jax is in the middle of telling you possible locations of where Opie might be when the back door to your house opens. He pauses and immediately reaches for his gun, but you put a hand on his wrist and put a finger to your mouth to tell him to be quiet. "Let me do the talking. It'll be fine."
Jax hesitantly relaxes, but then he tenses right back up when man after man files into your living room. Each one is wearing dark jeans and a dark jacket with its hood pulled up, but when the hoods fall, he's treated to every man's face tattooed to look skeletal. "What theā¦"
Each man takes a stand around the room, only having eyes for you as they completely ignore Jax. "Listen up. Opie Winston is the man that was taken." You pull out your phone, pulling up a picture you snapped of him before holding your phone up- screen out- so your men can see. "He's my neighbor and has been nothing but kind to me. I've grown very fond of him."
One of your men (Pride) quietly huffs but you still hear him as he mutters, "Seems like our queen has found herself a king."
"Ā”CĆ”llate!" You snap at him. "His club president has kindly offered up who took him and possible locations of where they might be keeping him, but they can't get close. I need you to find Opie and bring him back safely. Anyone involved in his kidnapping is to be brought in as well. I want them to see what happens when you take something or someone I deem important from me." After telling them what they need to know, your men all nod and you smirk before letting them go. "Now that you're caught up, you're dismissed. Happy hunting."
The men take their leave from the same door they walked in through and then you turn to Jax who has an eyebrow arched at you in amusement. "Queen, huh? And let me guess, those were the seven deadly sins?"
"Yes. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth are my best crew. Now call off your boys and have them go back to the club. The last thing we need is them shooting at my sins."
"Fuck. You're right." Jax pulls out his own phone to call his boys off. You watch him as he sends out the text and then he stands as if ready to leave.
"Sorry if I overstepped by calling dibs on the men who took Opie."
"Don't be." He smirks at you now. "I'm kind of curious to see what you're capable of. And I totally called it. You have the hots for Opie. Happy's gonna be so disappointed."
You roll your eyes a little and you hand Jax your phone. "Put your number in. I'll call you when we have your boy back."
"Don't you meanĀ ourĀ boy?"
"Shut up." You laugh and then reclaim your phone after he's done what you asked. "And just so you know, if there's more than one man they bring in, only one of them gets to walk so he's able to warn his club that Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection."
"You're that confident, huh?"
"You have no idea. Now get outta here, but don't tell your other boys about me."
"Why not?"
"Because I enjoy making an entrance."
Jax laughs as he walks out of your house. "If you manage to find Ope, you'll be my new favorite person."
"Yeah, yeah."
For the past day and a half, you've reclaimed your throne at the compound and established with yourĀ tiosĀ that you were coming out of the shadows. They didn't fight you on the decision and, in fact, they might have even encouraged you to see where things went with the missing Son since you needed someone by your side.
You've been in contact with Jax, keeping him updated, but you've yet to update him of the latest development.
Opie was found along with four bikers who'd been guarding him.
You're anxious to tell Jax, but you want to get Opie settled and cleaned up before calling in his brothers. So, to kill time, you go ahead and get dressed.
You strip down to your panties right there in your room, pulling on a blazer and buttoning it closed beneath your bust so your cleavage is on display. You even have to place some double-sided sticky tape so there are no nip slips while you put on a show. Then you find yourself a pair of leather pants that you manage to wiggle into and a pair of stilettos that make you feel powerful as you walk around in a room full of men.
You're adding a couple pieces of jewelry here and there when you get the text that Opie is there. You finish getting ready and then walk out to where you know they're holding him, and grin when you hear him cursing up a storm.
"Who the fuck even are you guys? If you really are my rescuers, why can't I leave?"
"Thatā¦ would be because of me," you muse as you step into the room.
Opie's head whips in your direction and your smile drops when you see the black eye, the gash above his eyebrow and on the bridge of his nose, and the busted lip. Even his hands look like they have some damage, and his clothes are bloodied.
"YN?"
"In the flesh." You walk closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to him in case he balks from your touch, but he doesn't. You touch his hair, frowning to find crusted blood clumping the strands together. "And to think I thought you stood me up."
"Nope. I was just being held hostage. Still am."
You offer him a grin. "You're not a hostage here, Opie. I swear. Now come on." You offer him a hand. "Come with me so you can get cleaned up and changed. I'll call Jax and the others, and then I'll deal with those assholes who had you."
"You? You're gonna deal with them?"
"Yep. Got Jax's blessing and everything. Now let's go. I had to sneak into your house to grab you some clothes, so you might as well put them to use."
Opie laughs and then groans, clutching at his ribs. You rub his shoulder until the pain passes and when he stands you grab his hand. Mentally cheering when he doesn't pull away, you lead him back to your bedroom so he can use your private shower.
Opie looks around your room while you grab his bag from the closet and then show him to the bathroom. You try not to grin when you see him taking it all in and then leave him be. You pull out your phone to text Jax the directions to the compound and that they'd be let in upon arrival, and then settle in front of your vanity.
Whenever you've done business with those who opposed what you and your family have done or tried to claim your notoriety for themselves, you've always presented yourself a certain way. Your makeup was half and half, half normal and half skeletal, which is why your favorite sins have tattooed themselves that way. So as Opie showers, you get started on wiping off half your makeup before blending white and black face paint along your features.
It surprisingly doesn't take you long to get your makeup done, so you take a seat on the edge of your bed to wait for Opie to be done. A handful of minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Opie steps out. He freezes when he sees you and you smirk at him. "Come take a seat. We need to talk."
Rubbing the towel over his hair one last time, Opie tosses it back into your bathroom before padding barefoot towards you. As he sits, he asks, "Who are you?"
"I'm YN. You know that."
"You're clearly a very important person to have so many men working under you."
Grinning at him, you shrug. "I was my father's only heir. His business became my business."
"You said you worked in private security."
"Yeah. We do that too, but in the underground- in the underworld- we do so much more. They call meĀ La Reina de Inframundo."
"Which means?"
"Queen of the Underworld."
Opie huffs and you hesitantly reach for his hand, clasping it between two of your own. "Why'd you go through so much trouble for me?"
"Because you were kind to me." He scoffs this time, and you angle your body towards him. "I'm serious. You had no idea about my reputation and treated me like any other woman that wasn't actively trying to get into your pants. You were kind and you became my friend, and I- I might have grown overly fond of you."
"Only might?" You roll your eyes with a slight huff and stand, but Opie is quick to catch you by the wrist and pull you in so you're standing between his parted knees. "Oh, I think you're pretty fond of me if you went through all this trouble."
"Fine. I like you, but I'm also aware about how the men of MC's work. And I just want to assure you right now, no matter what happens between you and me, I will have the Sons' back. I've never had a sibling, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want one if they're anything like Jax or Juice."
Opie grins at your joke. "Been keeping in contact with them?"
"Jax, yes. Juice just thought I needed to be checked up on for some reason. I guess he assumed I'd be a sobbing mess without you around or something."
"...thank you."
"You don't need to thank me, Ope." You reach for his face, gently cradling it in the palms of your hands before smoothing his hair back as his arms wrap around the small of your back. "You'd have done the same for me if I'd gone missing."
His smile immediately vanishes as his gaze darkens and his arms squeeze you tighter which brings you closer to him. And honestly, you quite like the feeling of being in his arms. "They'd be dead if they'd taken you."
"Likewise." His brow furrows and you wrinkle your nose at him. "Look at you all adorable and clueless," you coo. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. "Those men outside signed their own death certificates the moment they kidnapped you. They just don't know it yet."
"You're gonna kill them?"
"You'll see. Now put your shoes on. Your boys should be here by now and they're probably itching to pull a gun. Go keep them calm."
As Opie looks for socks and shoes, you walk over to your bedside table and pull open the drawer. Pulling out your gun, you make sure it's loaded before sliding into your waistband at the small of your back and then situating the back of your blazer over it. When you turn back around, Opie's staring at you with an arched eyebrow. You merely grin and shoo him out the door, telling him you'd be out there soon.
You give him a minute to find his way and then head out yourself, keeping to the shadows. Then when you get to the main room, you move to the darkest corner and watch everyone. The Sons of Anarchy stand off to one side as they look over Opie with your sins and tios on the other, and in the middle are the four bikers the sins had taken and bound to chairs.
"What the fuck is this?" One of the bound bikers scoffs. "Have the Sons turned into pussies that let a new crew handle their business?"
All the Sons, with the exception of Jax and Opie, bristle at the insult. Happy and Tig look like they're on a very short leash and would like nothing more than to tear apart the men limb by limb, but Jax keeps them in line.
"That's what I thought. Pussies."
Happy and Tig lunge, but Jax and Juice keep their brothers back. Opie mutters about it not being worth it and once it quiet, you take that as your cue.
Walking forward, you keep your head held high and let theĀ click!, click!, click!,Ā of your heels put the room on edge. The men part and it takes a moment for a majority of the Sons to recognize you. Jax gapes and then smirks, nudging Opie who shakes his head at his brother.
"What the fuck is this?" Tig asks.
"Our new ally," Jax muses.
Walking up to the bound four men, you arch an eyebrow at them. The mouthy one scoffs yet again as he takes you in. "You idiots made a mistake," you say. "You took someone I care about and I don't take that lightly." Reaching for the small of your back, you pull free your gun and grip it tight.
"Ha. I'm sure under that stupid makeup you're nothing but a pretty face, so why don't you strut that perky ass of yours back out of the room and let the grown men talk."
His companions all chuckle and you allow yourself to sarcastically laugh with them before aiming your gun and pulling the trigger. The laughing immediately ceases, and their expressions all morph into shock as their mouthy companion's head slumps backwards. You smirk. "Only one of you will walk out of here, so the more you mouth off the faster you will die."
The remaining three men struggle against their binds, and you giggle at their fear.
"Holy shit," Happy utters. Your gaze darts to him and you smirk as you watch him take in yourĀ tiosĀ and your sins. When his gaze darts back to you, he says, "La Reina del Inframundo."
You bend at the waist, arms sweeping out to the side as you mockingly bow. "At your service."
"What the fuck is that?" Tig asks, glancing between his brother and you. "Not all of us speak spanish, Hap."
"Queen of the Underworld," Jax answers. He saunters up to your side, nudging your elbow with his own. "Isn't that right?"
"SĆ." Then losing your smile, you walk closer to the bound men, pacing back and forth in front of them. "So, this is what's going to happen. One of you is going back to your president and letting him know that the Sons are underĀ LaĀ Reina'sĀ protection."
"Who is going back?" Another bound individual asks. He looks between his other bound brothers, throwing them under the bus. "I'll tell you whatever it is you want to know."
You slowly grin at him and then raise your gun, putting a bullet between his eyes. "No me gustan las ratasĀ (I don't like rats)." One of the remaining two flinches and whimpers, and you put a bullet in his head too. The last remaining individual keeps his gaze straight ahead and though you see his bottom lip tremble, you let him live. "And it looks like we have a winner."
Your men and the Sons all chuckle.
"Untie him, Envy. Greed and Wrath, I need you two to drive him out to the middle of nowhere. Let him find his own way back home."
As the man is untied, he hesitantly stands while rubbing his wrist. "So, I'm free to go? Just like that?"
"Just a little like that." Before he can question you, you put a bullet in his right knee. He shouts in both pain and surprise, and you grin. "Now you're free to go."
Greed and Wrath stalk forward, grabbing the guy's arms and dragging him out of the room. You don't need to utter a word as other men under your rule step forward, untying the dead bodies and getting them out of there as well.
Looking towards the Sons, you gesture for them to follow. "I have a bar upstairs. It's about to smell like bleach down here, so unless you're into thatā¦"
As you start walking, you grab Opie's hand and tug him after you. You hear Jax chuckle, but soon enough they all start to follow.
Upstairs sits one of your favorite rooms. A sleek mahogany bar runs the length of the side wall, the wall behind it lit up and showcasing every bottle of liquor in stock. There's a clear refrigerator that's stocked with several brands of beer and you even have a few on tap. There are a cluster of couches for those decompressing talks, as well as round tables and chairs for the rowdier gatherings. And for entertainment, there are two dart boards and a pool table.
"Pick your poison, boys. Pride will get you whatever you want so long as we have it."
As the Sons gladly make their way to the bar, Opie stays by your side. He tugs you closer, tucking you into his side and he presses his lips to your temple as your arm wraps around the small of his back. "What is it with naming your men after the seven deadly sins?"
"When I took over, I needed a crew of my very own who would be loyal to me and me only. All my men are obviously loyal, but some have a family of their own who will always be number one to them," you say as you glance up at him. "I get it, I do, but I wanted those who would put me first. My seven deadly sins do that."
As Opie stares down at you, you feel the tension between the two of you amping up. It's always been there, ever since the two of you started hanging out, but neither of you ever acted on it. But as his eyes dart to your lips and your hand finds its way under his shirt so you can stroke the skin of his hip, you know it's inevitable that this friendship is destined to be something more.
"I hate to be a cockblock," you hear Jax muse, "but how exactly is all this going to work out?" You and Opie both exhale in annoyance, glancing at his club president who's smirking between the two of you. "Not that I'm not grateful for the Queen's protection, but we can't be seen as pussies."
"And you won't be," you say. "The Sons of Anarchy will still operate as you have been. I don't care about your club business. But seeing as I've unfortunately grown fond of a few members, I will be on the sidelines waiting to put a bitch in a ditch should they cross a line."
"And what do you consider crossing a line?" Jax asks.
"Any unprovoked kidnappings and/or torture. If you're doing business and you piss someone off, that's on you. But if anyone comes around sniffing around Charming, pushing buttons to see what the response will be, I will set my sins loose."
Jax looks around at his men, gauging their reactions. No one seems to have a word to argue against you and he comes to a conclusion pretty fast. "I can work with that."
"That's what I like to hear." You slowly smile and then smother a laugh when Juice raises a hand. "Yes?"
"What exactly does the queen of the underworld do?"
"Now that's a secret, Mr. Ortiz." You wink at him. "All the prominent families of the underworld are interconnected in a way that I can't explain to you. As of right now, I keep the peace. Or force it if need be." As you smirk, you see Juice shrink down onto a bar stool. "I also make sure the most prominent families aren't murdering anyone without cause."
"When you first came into power, you were the most feared," Happy says. "Why?"
As you look at the man, your smirk slowly vanishes. "Some of the low-class families were looking to make a name for themselves. They waited until my father was at his most vulnerable and killed him in cold blood. They ripped my heart out that day. So, when I took my father's place, I hunted each and every one of them down, and did to them what they did to me."
"Which was?" Juice asks, hanging off your every word.
"I carved their hearts and delivered them to their head of house."
"Holy shit."
No one knows what to say to that, so Jax makes use of the pool table. They crowd around the pool table and dart boards, laughing and enjoying the beer you've offered them. Some of your men even come on up, grabbing themselves a beer and mingling with the Sons.
You feel yourself being led to one of the couches by Opie and then tugged down on his lap. Sitting sideways, you cross one knee over the other and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. "Well, aren't you being a little bold tonight."
Arms around your waist, Opie tugs you closer and lightly drags his nose along your jawline to your ear. "I just watched a beautiful woman avenge my kidnapping and beating." As he moves lower, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, shivering when his beard tickles the area. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we want."
"Hmm. And what do you want, Ope?"
"You."
His teeth nip at your neck, and you quietly groan, moving to capture his lips with your own. Opie gives you a moment-Ā a moment!- to control the kiss and then he's manhandling you on his lap so you're straddling him. As your hands delve into his hair to get a good grip on, his hands slide down your ass until he grasps the back of your thighs to hitch you right where he wants you.
The wolf whistles hardly faze you and you take your time enjoying what Opie's offering you.
It isn't until you hear the chanting of, "El rey, el rey, el reyĀ (king, king, king)," that you pull yourself back from Opie's mouth and glance at your men who stop chanting and immediately explode into cheers and whistles.
"Uhh.. what's going on?"
You glance back at Opie, taking a moment to laugh at your skeleton makeup that's smeared onto half his face, before wiping it off and explaining, "They've been patiently waiting for theirĀ reinaĀ to find herĀ rey.Ā Outside this compound you might be a Son, but within this compound you're about to become King." Opie slightly gapes and you wiggle your eyebrows at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Winston. Life is about to become a lot more interesting."
ĖąØą§āļ½” ā warnings; established relationship, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex and creampie, thatās it (481 words)
ĖąØą§āļ½” ā a/n; i love and miss opie so muchā¹ļø
ā last day for submissions // louie's 1k sleepover
you knew Opie was struggling to let people in again, but with you it felt simple. so when your relationship blossomed and moved from just being friends, he knew he wanted to be gentle with you always.Ā
heād come home to you after a club run, kissing you softly as he walked you backwards to your room.Ā
when heād gotten you naked, his eyes were soft and appreciative as they raked across your body.Ā
āOpieā
you murmured, his eyes flicking back up to your face and seeing the pout on your lips. he nodded, wasting no time as he got you down onto the bed before settled between your legs.Ā
he caught your lips in a kiss, soft and loving while your arms went around his neck. he glanced between your bodies, taking hold of his cock and stroking himself a couple of times before nudging himself at your entrance.Ā
slowly, he pushed into you. your moans muffled against his lips as he pushed the rest of the way in, his hips stilled to give you time to breathe.Ā
āready babyā
you whispered, nodding as he looked to you in questioning before he kissed you again.Ā
he pulled out halfway, before pushing all the way in again. he started a steady pace, his eyes staying on your face as you moaned.Ā
each roll of his hips stayed soft, but the pleasure was building up with each thrust he gave.Ā
as the pleasure intensified, your moans turned slightly whinier and your thighs squeezed around his hips. your arms untangled from around his neck and covered your face, which Opie didnāt like.Ā
his thrusts slowed, his hands pulling yours away from your face.Ā
ādonāt close your eyes, baby. look at meā
he murmured as he got your hands away from your face, his arms on either side of your head as he continued to thrust his hips again.Ā
Opie leaned in, nipping across your jaw until he caught your lips in another kiss.Ā
āthatās better, pretty girlā
he cooed, pulling another moan from your lips as his cock hit that one spot over and over again.Ā
his thrusts sent you spiralling towards the edge, your back arching up into him as he continued to roll his hips.Ā
āOpie! close babyā
you told, the coil winding impossibly tighter in your belly. he groaned, nodding softly as he kept his pace steady.Ā
his hips rolled a couple more times until you careened over the edge, a loud moan falling from your lips as your walls spasmed around him.Ā
the feeling made him groan, dropping his head to your shoulder as he toppled over the edge with you.Ā
he spilled himself inside, keeping his hips flush against yours as you both came down from your highs.Ā
you tilted your head to meet his lips in another kiss before whispering out to him.Ā
