Jax teller x Plus size! Hoochie mama/vixen reader headcannons
୨୧ just some head cannons of Jax and plus size! Hoochie/Vixen readers relationship
୨୧ Jen notes∘ʚ this is based off of this request. I kinda made this longer than I indented to, Highkey got carried away. I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes, I’m still working on that.
𐙚₊ It was clear that Jax teller was down bad for you. Real bad. His entire life growing up was filled with leather, bikes, grease and dirt. Until you came along. It quickly becoming a blur of pink, animal print, hello kitty, plushies and the taste of your expensive lip gloss. Jax didn’t just love you. He was addicted to you. Loves everything you come with.
𐙚₊ Your style was one of Jax’s favourite things about you. It was definitely different from everyone in charming. You’d walk around wearing brands like baby phat, juicy couture, apple bottoms, true religion. You’d never been seen without your stacks of bangles jingling on your arms, or heels clicking against the ground no matter what the occasion or weather was. Always carrying around a new designer hand bag. And don’t forget your large earrings that Jax would get nervous about you wearing, scared you might accidentally tug on them.
𐙚₊ Walking into your house was like walking into a different dimension. One moment he’s at the clubhouse smelling booze, cheap perfume, bikes and guns all around him, and then he’s at your home. It’s a temple of pink and animal print and the smell of vanilla. You have a white faux fur on the ground, in the corner of your room a heel shaped chair, and your walls cheetah print covered wallpaper all around. It was funny seeing the Jax teller in your bed, he looked completely out of place yet so comfortable and relaxed. He would just lay his head on your lap while you are in your silk robe playing with his hair as he’s ranting about the club business.
𐙚₊ Your nails. Gosh he’s obsessed with them. So fascinated by them, wanting to see which colour and style you would do this time. When he’s free he would come to the nail salon with you, helping you which design and which charms to pick. You don’t remember the last time you paid for your own nails, own anything honestly. Your man always took care of everything. Jax favourite part was when you were both home after your appointments, your fresh set of nails rubbing up and down his dick, as your tongue licked his tip. Your way of saying thank you.
𐙚₊ One thing about Jax when it came to you he was an eater. Which is crazy cause he’s had a quite fair share of girls before meeting you and not once put his mouth on a pussy until you. He would waste no time pulling you to the edge of the bed, your legs tossed over his broad shoulders, not bothering to take off your 4 inch heels. He loved the slight pain of the heel digging in his back. When Jax eats your pussy it’s not something he quickly does, when his tongue hits your clit, he savours the taste of you. Making sure he takes his time to slowly build your orgasm.
𐙚₊ Those nails, it’s one of his favourite things to feel when he’s down there, losing himself in your taste, your hands into his hair. Your 200$ dollar nails he paid for, the ones with the leopard tips and tiny gold charms decorated over them digging deep into his scalp. He loves the stinging from the the gripping and scratching, humming against you, the harder your grip got. Your moans were like music to his ears. He would stop just a moment to hear you call out his name, smirking against your skin when you did, breathy moans escaping you. Once you cum in his mouth, he never wanted a single drop. Making sure to lick your creamy wet pussy clean.
𐙚₊ You and Jax would be laying in your bed, on your cheetah print sheets. You could be scrolling on your iPad just looking at clothes and accessories online while laying back on his chest and mutter. "This bag is cute" and keep scrolling. You think he isn’t listening cause he hummed in response, sounding half asleep but he’s already memorized the brand and model. A couple of days later you would come back home from somewhere and there it would be sitting on the kitchen island.
The limited edition 2000s baby phat bag you been wanting. Letting out a happy scream as you ran towards your man who was leaning against the counter, a beer in hand that he immediately put down to catch you as you jumped in his arms, mouth capturing his in a kiss. Your reaction was so worth the 2k he dropped on getting you this bag.
𐙚₊ Jax knew you had an addiction to hello kitty. Slippers, plushies, posters, shirts, shorts, panties, you name it. Why not add on to your collection? You mentioned to Jax that you were thinking of getting yourself a small hello kitty pendant. The next day he went out of town, finding a reliable jewler that was 3 hours away from charming. He talked to Prabh the jeweler for about 2 hours making sure everything was perfect making sure it was exactly how he would think you want it.
He didn’t just get you one, but two custom hello kitty chains. Completely iced with vvs diamonds. When Prabh said they were 6,000 a piece Jax didn’t hesitate taking the wads of cash from his duffle bag, sliding over the 12,000 on the glass counter like it was nothing. 6 days later he gifted them to you loved watching you pairing it with your baby phat teas. The large pendant resting on your heavy chest, leaning down to give him a kiss chain swinging in his face.
𐙚₊ if you asked Jax to jump he would immediately ask how high? He was like a little mutt for you, Always doing as you said. If you needed him, he was there. Everyone was worried how hooked you had Jax, they started to think you did some type of witch magic. Gemma especially was worried for her son, until she met you. She was never a big fan of any girls her son had around but you, she loved you. If Jax upset you in anyway it would put stress on himself, wondering how he could fix and make it better. If you asked him to massage you it’s done, clean? Done. He loved getting bossed around by you.
𐙚₊ lots of people in charming were shocked how soft Jax was with you, everyone kinda knew he slept around until rumours circulated about how he was in a relationship. Girls continued to flirt with him, but he payed them no mind. A lot of people judged Jax for being with you, not excepting him to settle down for a girl like you. In other words a black woman. It was known that Jax usually hooked up with blondes in his past. One time a man made a comment as you and Jax were at a little biker party, the man talking about how could someone ever settle down for a "fat bitch like you" Jax didn’t waste anytime coming to your defence punching the shit out of the guy, next day finding out the man went missing…Already knowing your man buried him 6ft in the ground somewhere.
𐙚₊ 20 minutes it’s been since Jax got home and those 20 minutes you were also cussing his ass out. He was supposed to pick you up, the two of you going out to dinner. That was 2 n half hours ago. You were dressed and ready to spend some quality time with him. He was too until he got an emergency call from tigs. You didn’t even let his ass get a word out as you continued to rant. "You know how long it took me to get ready Jax? Do my hair?" You yelled, fuming. He leaned against the wall arms cross staring at you. Even when angry you were gorgeous. Before he could apologize you launched one of your heels in his direction that would’ve hit his head if he didn’t duck. The heavy shoe hit the wall, as you reached down for the other one, getting ready to throw that one too. He moved faster. In a split second he has you spun around, your wrists firmly in his hand behind you as your back was against his chest.
"Listen I know I fucked up okay, there was an emergency at the club and I know that’s not an excuse. I own that" you moved your head to right facing away from him, as he tried to kiss the left side of your face, gripping your jaw he turned your head to face him, letting him see the pout that was plastered across your face. "Awe baby I’m sorry. I know you dressed up real pretty for me, but throwing shit ain’t gonna fix it. Now drop the shoe" the heel thudded on the ground between you, your frown deepening realizing you were being a bit dramatic. Turning you around he kissed your pouty lips. "I’m sorry. Okay?" He spoke slouching down to look at you. You murmured making him swat your ass. "Okay" you replied louder. "Good" he smiled lifting you up with ease, your thick legs wrapping around him. "You are too beautiful to be stressed out or mad" You continue to pout, but he starts placing kisses all over your face, a small smile creeping its way towards your face, making it impossible for you to stay upset.
𐙚₊ The sons would always call Jax pussy whipped. The way he wouldn’t really hang around anymore unless they had to go on a run or handle business. If they tried to make him stay for a drink he would only stay for one. Making sure to chug it down before dipping, wanting to go home to you. Sometimes they wouldn’t see Jax for days. When they would go handle business without him they would be riding around on their bikes. They would see you and Jax on the street usually around an area where lots of stores were located. He would be carrying your purse like it was his own as you would reapplying your lip liner and lip gloss through your little compact mirror, staring at you in awe waiting patiently for you to be done. Noticing the sound of engines he would look over seeing the crew staring at him shaking their heads in disbelief as he would just smile in return waving. He was right where he wanted to be.
𐙚₊ It’s no secret Jax loved spoiling you, your closet was starting to look like a store. Filled with new clothes, shoes, handbags. you two would be walking hand in hand passing a boutique your eyes catching a pair of heels mentioning how "cute they are" he’s already circling back there once he drops you home. He knew your style to a T, even if something he saw reminded him of you, he would get it right away. He would come home to you after a long run, smelling like leather and smoke, passing you a box. "Saw these, thought they would look sexy with your pretty feet in them" you open them seeing 6-inch fur-trimmed stilettos. He’ll sit on the zebra print chair, lighting a cigarette, just to walk you strut across the room for him with nothing but your heels on.
𐙚₊ Sometimes you would pop by Teller Morrow knowing that Jax can forget to eat at times. The sound of heels going click/clack against the pavement was heard as Jax whipped his head at the familiar sound. You looked so beautiful in your hot pink velvet tracksuit, the half unzipped jacket showing off the cheetah print bra under it, your boobs nearly spilling. Every step you took made your bangles jingle, the new 40 inch weave that Jax payed for, flowing down your back. Bobby, Chibs, Tigs stopped what they were doing and looked over, not missing the bling that sat comfortable on your chest. They didn’t even have to ask who paid for it, already knowing how crazy Jax was about his girl and would do anything for her. Jogging towards you, your man leaned down placing a firm kiss on your glossed lips, thanking you for the container of food you brought for him.
His hand cupping the back of your head, mouth to your ear whispering something low and filthy. Something along the lines of you riding his face later. You bit your lip and smile, giving him a playful little shove as you turned to walk away. He slapped your ass, it making a loud thwack sound as he said "I love you" a proud smirk on his face as he watched the recoil through your tight velvet sweats. "Bye boys" you called out waving your fingers. Jax walked back to the guys opening up the container as he sat on a chair man spreading, smirk never leaving his lips as he took a piece of the seasoned chicken, taking a bite. He noticed the crew staring. Dead silent. Bobby shook his head, being the first to speak. "Jackie boy you’re gonna go broke spending all that money on that girl. The things you buy her cost more than my bike parts." Jax just leaned back further into his chair, smug and completely unbothered. His eyes going back to the lot seeing you still there now having a conversation with Gemma. "I’ll make more money bobby. There’s only one of her, and she’s worth every damn penny. Even if I go broke in the process."
