what’re some of your favorite jax headcanons??
❣ Jax Teller, Pizza & a screen.
It's rare, but Jax loves a night where he has nothing to do. Pizza, you & Netflix, it’s all he fucking needs. He LOVES a horror film too. Not any of those new, everything's a joke horror films, I'm talking old school horror. The exorcist, Poltergeist, Childs play, and that's just to list a few of his favourites. When his boys are around though...That horror shit goes straight out the window. No blood, no demons. Just whatever cartoons they're obsessed with that week blaring through the speakers. And he's right there on the couch with them, laughing along like it's the funniest shit he's ever seen. Tossing popcorn into his mouth, ruffling their hair, doing silly voices, making sure everything is okay.
And when the house is quiet again...When the boys are passed out, tucked in tight and safe in their beds, that's when the mood changes. The glances lasting a little longer. The touches becoming more desperate. Hands brushing hips for no reason, lips against your neck just because. The Netflix screen goes still, flashing that "Are you still watching?" message. And no. You're not. Because Jax is face down deep between your thighs, arms locked around your legs, and the only thing he's watching is your pretty pussy.
❣ Jax Teller & the views of Charming.
Jax loves being on the road. Whether its on his Dyna or in the SUV. He lives for the freedom, the movement, the quite in his head that only a long stretch of road can provide. But one thing a lot of people don't know about him? He loves a night time drive.
I'm talking middle of the night, spontaneous as fuck "Gemma's got the boys...come on darlin" whispered to you as he gently shakes your leg, convincing you to throw on your Uggs and climb into the car with him, still in your pyjamas, messy hair and no makeup.
He'll drive like he has all the time in the world. Windows cracked, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. No music sometimes, but if there is, it will probably be something like 'Psycho Killer by Talking heads', playing low in the background. He takes you to his favorite hidden spots in town, the ones with the best views. Places where the streetlights below look like tiny specks of glitter, scattered across the darkness. And those nights where he's feeling reckless? You'll know it before he even says a word. Just the way he grips the wheel a little tighter, his jaw clenched and that familiar heat in his eyes when he looks your way. Parked somewhere quiet, tucked away from the rest of the world, he'll lean over to you and murmur "Come on sweetheart...gimme a lil head" like its nothing, like he's starving.
And those nights he's really worked up, forget the front seat, he's pulling you into the back, or bending you over the hood, whatever he can get away with. Doesn't care where, doesn't care how. As long as he's having you. As long as he's fucking you hard enough that those little town lights outside start to blur and distort. The glittering little flecks stretching into long trembling light streaks.
❣ Jax Teller & the man flu.
Jax Teller, the man who has and will kill in cold blood. The one who would do ANYTHING to protect his family and his brothers. The same man who treats actual gunfights like a chess match. Catch him with a cold? Yeah...absolute fucking baby. Jax with a cold is fucking insufferable, but in the most adorable way.
One blocked nostril and suddenly he's acting like he's been shot in the chest, And he does that disgusting thing too. That horrible fucking noise he makes when he's trying to itch his throat from the inside.
And when he's feeling like this...he doesn't want to be left alone. He'll follow you from room to room, slumping dramatically on the bed, the floor, the coach. Anywhere like he's clinging to life, complimented with a soppy "Stop leavin' me darlin' I cant breathe".
He's fucking needy when he's sick. Like 'Touch starved' is his actual diagnosis. Clingy and constantly reaching for you, He falls asleep with his head on your chest, your hand in his hair or your leg slung over his like your shielding him from death itself, and god forbid you move, he'll groan like you just unplugged his fucking life support.
And still, he'll fucking try it. "Jax! no! I don't wanna catch anything!" you'll swat him away playfully as he pouts like a child, dramatic as fuck muttering something along the lines of "Really y/n? I'm on my deathbed and I can't even get a lil somethin'?"
❣ Jax Teller & your spicy book reaction.
Jax knows you love to read. You've always got your head in a book, eyes glued to your kindle, whatever your preferred method. You're always reading. He doesn't usually ask what it's about, not because he doesn't care, but because its your thing. Your time. It's how you unwind and how you switch off from the chaos. So when he sees you curled up, completely engrossed, thighs clenched and lips parted just slightly, he doesn't ever question it. He just lets you be.
Until the night you leave your book out. Right there in the open, no locked screen, not faced down. Just porn on paper, glowing under the kitchen light. Something about throbbing cocks and soaked panties. He picks it up, eyes scanning the pages with a slow devilish grin spreading across his face as he reads your filthy little secret like its the best thing he's seen.
When you walk back in and see him holding it, he doesn't even hide it, doesn't move an inch.
"This why you're always so quiet when you read? you readin' porn babe?" he whines, clearly enjoying himself way too much.
And from that moment on, he teases you relentlessly. Whispering lines from the book in your ear when you least expect it. Mocking the over the top language in that smug, cocky tone of his. Pulling you into his lap like "So what did your lil lover boy do next? Bet he didn't do this..." right before he slides his hand between your thighs.
But deep down? he loves the fact that you read shit like that. He's not jealous, not threatened. If anything, he sees it as a challenge. Because now Jax Teller wants to compete with your lil book boyfriend.
