#soa ff

[wetpussyju1ce]

Coconut & Tangerines

jax teller x poc fem reader

1.7k words

tags: pining, love at first sight, size difference, threats of violence, canon-typical jax behaviour/violence, Jax is in lovvveeeee, not beta read, writer is in love w this dumbass and thanks to him, this side blog exists + he brought writer out a writing rut <3 all because he made me horny. don't ever underestimate the power of an ovulating woman and her pussy. amen.

Jax doesn't expect to meet the love of his life in their dingy bar, barrelling through the doors, fuming and crying no less.

Everything was as usual, smoke filled up the place, stinking like tobacco and cheap beer. Men laughed and cheered as they played pool and gambled, random profanities would be shouted once in a while over the radio playing in the background. It was just like any other day, pretty mundane for the gang of bike riders, that is until the doors burst open, a pretty sight graced their establishment.

Jax didn't look up from the game of cards he was in the middle of, that is until she spoke, "Where is he?" The words were growled, more like. With as much ferocity as a kitten in Jax's eyes when he finally looked over.

The girl was panting, standing there while clutching her handbag in one hand, and her phone in the other. Her eyes were glassy and furious, scanning the bar's clientele frantically, looking for someone. And, Jax hoped that no one of the assholes in his gang were dating her because she was oh so pretty. She had on a long sleeved white top, the material soft and fluffy, cropped and falling off one pretty shoulder, her hips were covered in a small jean skirt, held close by a sparkly silver belt, more for show than anything as the skirt was tight and small enough to stay still on her body.

Then came in her heeled boots, that stopped right where her knees started, leaving the soft skin of her thighs exposed to the elements, and to the eyes of everyone in the bar to ogle at.

"Where are you? You stupid dickhead!" She shouts, pushing through the bigger bodies of the bike riders in search of the origin of her anger. Jax leans back in his chair, to get a better view of her glassy eyes and those devastatingly gorgeous and plump pink lips, the lower lip trembling when she's not shouting.

That's when she finally gets her hands on a shoulder, spins the man around and rips the hood off his head, Jax's frowns when he sees a young face, a much too young face to be in here. So he pushes his chair back, placing his cards face down and walking towards the woman and the boy she just grabbed, "Did you lose your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing here? Your friend told me about your little plan!!"

She's fuming, crying now, hitting the boy on the chest, and be barely budges, her hits not affecting him in the slightest, but her words do make him lower his head in embarrassment at getting caught. "Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"

The whole bar is watching them at this point, no one moving to interrupt them, watching the drama unfold. Except Jax, who easily makes his way to the crying, distressed girl, "Now, what's going on here?"

He stands next to the girl with the wet Bambi eyes, offers her a small smile and looks at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "How old are you, son?"

The boy shakes his shoulder, trying to escape his grip with an uncomfortable look on his face, "I'm 18-"

"He's 15, and he's my little brother." She sniffles and glares at her brother.

"You're not old enough to drink, but you knew that. So why did you really come here?" Jax asked, bending his head to try and meet her brother's eyes. The boy doesn't say anything and when Jax thinks he won't speak, he looks up, meets his eyes with as much confidence as possible and says, "Let me in your gang."

Jax just stares at him, "Do you even have a motorcycle?"

"I'm not stupid, I know what you do! I'm fast and-" Jax decided he's heard enough and grabs him by the neck like a disobedient pup and drags him out of the bar, his sister right behind them as the boy tries to escape his hold, spitting curses left and right.

"Actually, you are pretty fucking stupid. You want to know to know why?" Jax throws him on the pavement, watching the boy catch himself on his hands and knees. "I'll tell you," He runs a hand through his hair, "You believe made up stories you hear in the streets, and that will get you killed. That's why you need to stay in high-school and never step a foot in our bar!"

Jax sighs, "You better thank your sister for saving your life."

Her brother gets up, looking extremely embarrassed and angry, dusting himself off, he clenches his fist and glares at Jax, at that he can understand, the boy is young and dumb, he was handled like a puppy out in public. But what he can't stand for, is when her brother turns to glare at his sister, and Jax moves the second he sees the boy take a step forward, jaw set and fists clenched.

Jax stands in front of her like a mountain, "Try it, and I'll break your fucking jaw, boy."

Jax hears a whimper and his blood boils, his sister cares for his well-being and the shit wanted to repay her kindness with violence and hurt.

Her brother spits right in front of Jax's feet and takes off. Jax would chase him and set him straight if it was any other day, but it wasn't. He had the prettiest and sweetest girl in his hands to check up on. Jax straightens his kutte and turns around, seeing sadness written all over her smaller face. She covers her face with her hands and lowers her body so she sits on the hard, cold and dirty concrete of the pavement.

He looks around, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches her shoulders slump and her phone to ding with a notification, she wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hand and reads the message she received. Her wet, dark eyelashes blink as her eyes read over the message and she sighs again, eyes welling up with tears. Jax sighs and goes to sit next to her as she shoves her phone in her handbag.

"You alright?" He asked, studying the side of her devastatingly gorgeous face.

She sniffles and turns to look at him, their bodies just barely touching, and Jax's heart jumps at the bounce of her dark curls, framing her face like a cloud, a real life angel, "I was meant to go on a date, you know?"

"What happened?" He blinks.

"I'm officially 30 minute late and my date messaged me. Let's just say he isn't happy at being stood up." She mumbles. Jax hums, "Why don't you call him and explain why you're late?"

She closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again, smile wobbly, "He's going on a date with another girl. He hates me now. It won't change anything."

Jax frowns, "Sorry but your date sounds like an asshole. You could have been kidnapped or got into an accident and he's-"

"It's okay," She chuckles, not a ounce of humour behind it.

"It's not. You've had a down right shitty day, darlin'" Jax says, suddenly getting up. "Look, come have a drink or two." He sticks one of his hands out, looking at her expectantly. She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry I don't- I don't drink." Jax smiles a little, "Then how about this, let's get ice-cream."

She brings her knees to her chest and shakes her head, "I don't-"

"You're already all dolled up, so you may as well do something. Let yourself have one good thing today, hm? On me." Jax added, he's starting to feel a little stupid because he's sure he's not being subtle at all. He hopes he doesn't come off as some jackass who sees her as an opportunity. He wants to help, he really does. And the fact that she happens to be so pretty that it makes his heart melt, wasn't his fault. "And we'll talk about your brother too, if you want."

She thinks about it and nods, finally placing her hand in his. Jax's eyes almost widen at the size difference, but he acts cool and clears his throat, getting his hand back to shove it in his pocket, his fingers tingling where she touched him. She dusts herself off, wiping the back of her skirt with her hand as he rushes inside to settle his tab, slamming cash on the counter and ignoring his guy's hollers and whoops, he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as he makes his way to his parked bike, pulling his keys out of his pockets.

"Have you ridden a bike before?" He asked, getting his only helmet out as she made her way to him, looking at his bike, "Like this? No."

"I'll drive slow, don't worry." He kindly smiled at her, taking a step towards her, holding his helmet with both hands, "Can I?"

"Oh yeah, of course." She jumps, straightening her back and watching Jax push her curls out of her forehead with his fingers, and then place his helmet carefully over her head, snapping it shut and taking a step back.

She watches him throw a leg over the machine and put his key in the ignition, the beast roaring to life as he pulls it up with his feet and arms, "Get on," He motions with his head and she wears her handbag on one arm and sits behind him, getting comfortable and placing her hands on his shoulders, "What's your name?" She asked.

"Jax. What's yours?" He said loudly over his bike's engine. She replied and he whipped his head back, "WHAT?"

She nudged closer, repeating her name again and he grinned, knowing full well he heard her the first time, he just wanted her closer, for safety purposes of course!

"You smell real nice, what's that?" He shouted over his shoulder. She got closer, her chest pressed against his back, "Coconut and Tangerines lotion!" Jax grinned, she smelled delicious and he was hungry. He hopes wherever they're going, that they'll have tangerines flavoured ice cream, because he really doesn't think she'll let him bury his teeth in her sweet skin like a greedy bastard after knowing him for 10 minutes. Or maybe she would, who knows.

"Where's your helmet?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist as he finally turned the bike around, entering the road.

Jax looked over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Hold tight, Tangy." That's all the warning she got before he took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"I'll drive slow" my ass.

[manestjerne]

Let me save you

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship

A/N: That’s my first ff about SOA, I have some ideas, I’m not sure about continuing it but I’ll try. Hope you’ll enjoy reading that story and wait for another parts🫶🏻

I moved to Lodi and just started to get settled down here, rented a nice apartment , got a fresh job as a bartender. Everything was looking great, until my ex started trying to contact me again. We didn’t love each other for such a long time, my hopes for him leaving me alone left my soul after that one message, but I still tried to find my peace here. I left my old life in LA, all the car races, my house and “friends”. The only thing I took with me was money. And some hopes for a better life, but let’s leave that for now. I didn’t know anybody here, but that wasn’t a problem, I actually wanted to be alone. A few people I met at work became my new friends. Them and some customers were enough for me to keep being socialised.

One night I was serving a few of our regulars and two groups of random teenagers when this guy came in. His leather cutte and a mohawk surrounded by tribal tattoos were enough for me to tell that he’s nothing good, but the boredom got over.

- Uhm, hi - he sounded a little shy, but his smile said something else

His smile was different.

- Hi - I said right away with my “be nice to all the customers” smile glued to my face - what can I get you?

- Just a beer, please.

- There you go - I handed him a glass - where’s your crew at? - I said before I could bite my tongue. Looking at all the patches sewed up to his leather I could tell right away he’s a part of an MC, and they usually came in groups.

- Where’s your customer smile at? - he said with a little smile

I realised that my confusion must’ve been more visible than my smile so I changed my look right away but got a little stressed, he must’ve seen that.

- Oh, sorry. I was joking. My guys went home but I needed a little reset and that was the first bar I saw on my way.

- Yeah, okay. Can I get you anything else?

- Not now, thank you - That smile again. That damn smile.

I went back to polishing glasses, not wanting to catch his glaze again. I felt him staring at me, I wanted to talk with him, but why would I. I heard him tapping lightly with his fingers on the surface of the bar. Why would I ask about his club that way.

- Sorry Miss, can you pour me another one?

I looked at his glass, almost full.

- Is there something wrong with this one?

- No, but I see I can’t get your attention any other way.

I couldn’t say anything, just poured him another beer with a little smile.

- That’s on the house - I said handing him the glass and turning away

- I’m Juice - he said and I couldn’t help myself from turning back his way

- Juice? - I said trying to sound as serious as I could

- Well, actually it’s Juan, but everyone call me Juice.

- Okay, Juice. I’m y/n, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too. Is it always this quiet here? You seem kinda bored.

Woah. Wait. Can he actually read my emotions? I stopped for a moment and thought about my last relationship. Nah, he’s just trying a small talk.

- Well, it’s not always this quiet, but it doesn’t mean that I’m bored. I actually like this job, it’s pretty chill comparing to my previous one.

- And what was that?

- I’m a nurse - I said without hestitation, but then I saw it. A bruise right under his eye. Scratched knuckles. Why didn’t I notice it earlier?

Please don’t try hitting up on me. Don’t start the “I’d use a private nurse” talk. I beg you, please don’t screw this nice conversation up.

And he didn’t. He actually looked a bit impressed.

- A nurse behind a bar? That’s… not common. - his smile grew wider as he got more comfortable with our talk

- Well, I need a little bit of relax after saving so many lives - I winked and headed to the guy at the other side of the bar.

- Sorry, could you-

- You don’t need to get a drink every time you want to talk to me, Juice - I cut him off making my way back to him. He looked abashed, but I couldn’t let him dominate our conversation. - just ask what you want to know.

- Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before

I laughed.

- You said it was the first bar on your way, you’re not a regular - another confused look on his face. He’s not as outgoing as the others. And I should be nice, he’s still just a customer - but your spider sense is good, I moved here about two months ago.

- And where’d you move from? - smile started crawling back at his face again

- LA. Yeah, the city of angles, please don’t try that, I’m just staring to like you a little - he looked at me with a full smile now - And you, Juan? Are you from here?

- Actually I’m from Queens.

- Ha! See? Spider-sense, I knew that - my nerd side showed up, but I didn’t care, he really seemed like a nice guy.

The night went by really fast. Juice kept me company and left about half an hour before my shift finished. I got home, took a quick shower and went straight to bed. There could be more customers like him. I laid down thinking about my last job, wondering if any of the hospitals I applied to will call me. It’s been over two months, they would’ve called already. But maybe they don’t need anybody now. Maybe they will in a month. Or two. I kinda missed my old job, working with all kind of people, not only drunk old men and teenagers. But it didn’t quite matter now. I was free, I just started a new life, that’s what matters. I crawled under the covers and caught myself thinking about him and his damn smile. Maybe he’ll come again. Maybe he liked me too and will want to know more about me like I wan to know about him. Maybe he will. I thought and fell asleep. Maybe he will.

[randomthefox]

Archie and SatAM stans be like:

>>claim that isn't true

>>acanonical statement easily disproven by looking at a single screenshot from the games

>>"SoA put Sonic on the map!" "SatAM made Sonic popular!", ignoring the fact that the Sonic games being popular was the reason SatAM even existed in the first place

>>"It's Mobius!" (planet is post-apocalyptic Earth anyway)

>>"Sega never gave SatAM's team anything to work with!" (ignores Yamaguchi's faxes of Tails' design)

>>"The games are too bland!" Then why do you even enjoy the spinoff to begin with

>>"The games are too kooky!" As if Archie isn't even more batshit, and as if that doesn't contradict "the games are boring"

>>lowkey xenophobic but won't say the quiet part out loud

>>thinks Sega ignoring the FF is equivalent to "disrespecting" them

>>ignore anything problematic Ben Hurst has ever said or done because he was a man with a Dream(tm)

>>says "JP purist" like it was a slur

>>"cOrPoRaTe BoOTLiCkEr!" (continues to shill dead TV show)

"We're western Sonic media fans. Of course we pretend that the cartoons and comics are the most legitimate and valid Sonic media, ignoring that they were adaptations of the video games which were already so famous and financially successful that they warranted creating adaptations out of in the first place."

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[tumbleweed-writes]

Spoilers for soa

Kind of annoying that SAMCRO got out of the gun running game which was the entire goal at the end of the series, only for samcro to be like so we are gun running once again, would you like to form an alliance with us in this exciting new business opportunity in Mayans MC….you had one freaking job Chibs ffs…

[kneehoming-knee]

Where the Party At (LP Mix)

BETCHA XOOL POINTS MY "BEDROOM MIRROR" MOST "SOA ARAGON '_ DORNE_ DOOM DOONIE DUNSK DANXE_ RAIN SOUNDFX : BLOGG SITES SHORT'_ SWIFT LIGHT FOOF_ FF _ DEN DIDITONEM

[outlawqueenff]

New FC Alert

Good evening beautiful people!

I mentioned in the newest Derailed update that I would be changing the face claim of Vivian. Well I have changed it and I am sorry to anyone who got used to the original FC. Buuuut I hope you guys can get used to the new one.

New FC: Jenna Dewan  Vivian is still brunette with pretty eyes, a lovely personality and sass for days. Nothing else has changed. 

[theangelssing]

Demon's obsessions

hi guys! I'm Demon (they/them), and here's the fandom side of me. I mostly write and do some icons in my (not so) free time. I'll try to link my posts here, to help you find my pieces of work.

I don't write regularly, nor do I edit photos. My requests are open so feel free to ask me if you want something (edit &/or fanfic), I'll do it if I feel comfortable enough. Please be kind if I don't post your request right away.

I can write characters ships, x & and reader. Know that I don't write smut. My writings are mostly soft and fluffy. I'm here to bring comfort most of the time but I can add some angst or/and jealousy. I also put every warnings I can but do let me know when I forget one.

when you request something, please try to be precise if you want something complex! I also headcanon Evan Buckley as trans masc! I'll add more and more things here so give it a look sometimes. :D

Lists

Supernatural

Icons

Dean [post 1] [post 2]

Sam [post 1]

Fanfics

Special Evening with the Winchesters

Special Valentine's Day with the Winchesters

You're Sam's twin

Real - Midam

The Boys

Fanfics

Soldier Boy/Ben masterlist

Sons of Anarchy

Fanfics

Good Evening - Chibs

[wetpussyju1ce]

jax teller x fem!reader

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101: easy, really. the nicest girl in town did it. she always smells the same, clean, fresh and sweet. coconuts and tangerines. she always says hello when they meet. always w a pretty smile. she also says hello to his gang. is nice to odd and peculiar personalities. takes everything with a welcoming smile and gaze. she cares abt people. like to ask things. do small things. not too much, because she doesn't have all the time in the world, after all.

she likes to keep sweet treats and snacks in her bag, just for jax. the sweeter, the better. so when he gets an itch to smoke, she just hands him one. and she did so many times, everytime he wants to smoke, he looks around, expecting her to be there and hand him one. a small chocolate bar. a tiny cupcake. a single packaged brownie. and his stomach rumbles. feels the lack of sweetness of his tongue. starts seeing the treats she gives him at the gas station and instantly thinks of her.

when they exchanged numbers. she made a habit of calling him on the same day, at the same time every week, just to say hello and check up on him. and he unconsciously grows to anticipate her calls. gets excited. and when she forgets to call, he gets confused and shows up at her house. he feels like a teenager all over again. laying in his bed, staring at his phone, just for her name to flash on his screen.

the longer they keep meeting and seeing each other. the shorter her skirts and shorts gets. Jax doesn't notice at first. how she started with jeans. complaining that the seats of the bar were always sticky and she hated the texture against bare skin. then her skirts started getting shorter and shorter, and jax at first tried wiping the seats for her, then realised those chairs are a lost caused, so much layers of unknown liquids on them. so he just offers his lap now. she says he's comfy and she smells real nice on him, so it's a win.

and when the smell of the bar gets too much, tobacco and weed and other illegal plants wafting through the air, mixed with sweat, beer and the stench of piss around the radius of the toilets, he just shoves his nose in her hair, inhales long and deep, his own little paradise, right there, on his lap. and it has gotten to a point where if she isn't there on one of those nights, to occupy his lap, he quickly gets a headache of the smell and stuffiness and goes out to take a break, outside, in fresh air. he gets irritated. annoyed. and complains about how people need to start using deodorants.

and the small changes in his behaviour are caught on. the smell never bothered him before she came in his life. but he doesn't want to hear it. doesn't care. especially when he can go to her house. where it's quiet. and gets tucked in her fluffy soft comfy bed, after taking a shower and using her own shampoos. and he gets a kiss on his forehead and cheeks. chokes hugs the life out of her squishmallows and closes his eyes, resting his bruised up body under covers of safety, tangerines & coconuts.

[padneryeehaw]

Ok so I came across this yet again-

and do you know who came to my mind when I read 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔? SHREK! Yes I kid you not! Well, that explains my life though...

[aravenamongcrows]

girl let me just tell you... i've been rewatching SOA for a couple of weeks now and i'm on season 6, right after the Irish blow up the clubhouse. and ever since i've started reading your FF, all i can think is "i wonder how Sydney will handle this", etc... like i cannot wait to get farther along to see if you've included Venus and Juice's betrayal.... GAHHH i cannot read this fast enough. <3 i've been looking for a good Tig FF for a long time and THANK YOU for exceeding my expectations <3

OH MY GODDDD. THE JOY THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT ME😭😭😭😭 This the shit that makes my day… The shit that I STRIVE to achieve. Thank you so much for reading, loving, and thinking to express it to me 🥺 I can’t wait for you to see what I have in store 😉

[wcaohtbltorsoaff]

KENDRA X JAX

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[glindalovesshoes]

Songs of Arrows

In honor of @oqpromptparty, I would like to introduce you to my new multi chapter which fits prompt 98: Robin tries to steal Regina's cab.

This story has been written partly for over 2 years but I swore myself I wouldn't post it until either Roses or PUS is finished. So until that happens, there won't be an update. However, I want to let you know that this is my baby and I'm really proud of what is going to come!

So I want to thank my beta waterbaby and Miles, as well as Isabela who encouraged me to write this years ago! I hope you like it! Enjoy!

“This is the last call for passenger Ariel and Eric Nixe for flight BA 6567 to Barcelona. Please proceed to gate C 39 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Ariel and Eric Nixe.”               “Security advice: Please do not leave your luggage unattended.“               "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is the pre-boarding announcement for Lufthansa flight 1996 to Cologne/Bonn. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you."               "Attention, Ladies and gentlemen…"               London Heathrow airport is crowded, noisy and loud just like she’s expected it to be the moment she landed at the Queen's Terminal on a rainy Wednesday evening, jetlagged, grumpy and allergic to the overly British politeness she was greeted with before she even left the plane. Why could people not calm down? Perhaps it is because everyone is happy to be here, except for her. Maybe that's why she was one of the last people to leave the plane. No, it was rather because people were too stupid to stay in their seats and let the rest of the passengers leave row by row. She rolls her eyes. At least it is the same like in any other country.

Everyone is trying to reach the immigration counters and luggage bands before the others, elbowing their way through the crowd, stumbling over hand luggage and bumping against people who stopped for no reason in the middle of walking. Tons of tourists mixed with the locals, who seem obviously annoyed but would never say so, because they're British and friendly.

She ran into one of these people mere moments ago, a businessman whose first move after landing had been to turn his phone back on answering missed call after missed call.

              "Sorry," he immediately excused her bumping into him and, oh yes, if she didn't think so before, she definitely was in England now. He would have apologized if she'd accidentally kicked him in the balls. Hello Britain, country of Queues and Politeness.

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[buckyismybicycle]

I don’t know if you’ve watched Sons of Anarchy, but I’m rewatching it again for like the 15th time and I’m imagining Bucky as Jax, and Steve as Clay. That and Bucky in a leather cut… oof.

Man I wish I could write, it would be a killer FF. Just wanted to share my random inspiration. 🤪

Okay so while I don’t watch SoA, I DO think about Bucky in leather OFTEN.

I did write that biker AU because of it, and he’s definitely wearing leather pants in my rockstar one shot so ITS SAFE TO SAY I FEEL YOU, FRIEND. I feel you.

There’s always going to be more leather involved. Bucky in leather (or henleys) always 👏🏼

You should write it! ^_^ there’s no such thing as too much content!

[musicisthelife]