#jeansplaytoy♡︎

[jeansplaytoy]

toxic!ex!jean who just won’t let you go out wit nobody else.

no matter what you do, where you go, this boy always finds a way to be involved in what you got goin on. you wanna talk to somebody else? don’t even try it. he’ll death stare anybody that tries to talk to you, because everyone knows you went together.

wanna get somebodies number? he’ll probably ask to use your phone, go to the number, save it in his, and then constantly text that persons number, threatening to beat the piss outta them if they try to do something with you, and then threaten to beat they ass again if they tell you he said it.

and if your hearts all broken by that? he’ll just come along and make sure he’s the one to heal you.

no, you can’t date, flirt, fuck, laugh with anybody he thinks you like. and he wouldn’t tell you that directly, but he’d make sure to let it be known, even if he isn’t the one bringing it to attention.

but him? he can fuck around with whoever he wants. as long as you don’t do it. he’s told you multiple times, if you don’t want him to keep flirting with other girls then he won’t do it, but you don’t have the time to waste to act like you’re jealous of him being with other women.

you single on valentine’s day? he’ll give you something.

wanna go out? he’ll pick you up.

he hates for anyone to get close to you. really. he honestly believes that you’re all his and only his.

you try to make him mad by talking to someone else? that isn’t gonna work. you’ll only make him angrier than you originally intended to make him.

“why you keep doin that?”

“doin what?”

“tryna piss me off on purpose.”

and don’t let you post another guy on yo insta, tiktok, nunna that. he will track a nigga down to his mama phone number.

and blowing on your phone in almost a daily thing if u do, cus he knows you gon come back anyway.

yeah if you make him really really mad, he’ll go on a rant about how you got him fucked up and when he sees the dude you posted he gon do this and that, but in reality, you got him wrapped ALLLL the way around your finger.

all you gotta do is text or call him and he’ll he at the door.

but if he really wanna make you mad, he’ll keep bringing up how you tried to make him mad and how it didn’t work (it did, that’s why he keeps talking about it.)

other than that, he really, genuinely loves you.

just something to pass time while i work on these things.😞

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

part seven.

i’m back and better than ever (kind of).

no proof read yet , smut , sexual references , cursing , arguing , angst(?) , everything that’s always in my stories .

part six here | part eight here

unbearable. to sit in a car all night when all you wanted to do was have a good time? yeah, unbearable.

“this is so fuckin’ stupid.” you mumbled, crossing your arms and leaning on the door of the car. “and you’re childish. all you do is fight, but you want freedom.” he shook his head and scrolled on his phone.

“i’m sober.”

“and im sitting in the backseat.”

“you’re in the front.”

“and you’re not sober.”

you squinted at connie. you couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you stayed quiet. for like… 5 seconds. “can you take me home?” you asked. connie looked at you in the dark rear view mirror. “you sure? don’t be complaining when you get there either.” he mumbled, focusing back on his phone.

“i wanna go drinkkkk.” you whined, tapping the seat.

“no. you can’t control yo emotions when you drink.” connie shook his head. “and you not finna be in there gettin drunker than you already is.”

“okay i just wanna have a good time.” you rolled your eyes lazily. “you expect me to believe that shit?” he looked back at you. “you can watch me. i won’t do nothing. i promise.” you raised your eyebrows with a small smile.

connie’s lip twitched and he sighed. “we not gon be here for more than bout an hour. you better do whatever you wanna do, then we leaving. ight?”

you nodded with a smile while connie unlocked the door for you after he got out. you grabbed your heels and slipped them back on, nearly tipping over when you stood up. before you could roam off anywhere, he grabbed your hand, letting you lead him to where you were going.

“do we really have to hold hands?” you mumbled, walking beside him with a bored expression. “nah.” connie said, letting go of your hand and putting his arm around your shoulder.

you looked up at him before sighing inaudibly and walking back in the house. everyone looked at you, seems like there were more people there than the first time, but you didn’t care.

when connie looked to the side, he saw that same girl in the corner. seemed like she was still mad. “let’s go upstairs real quick.” he mumbled in your ear. you looked at him with a confused expression. “for what?”

“youn need to be getting in no more trouble down here.”

you stopped in your tracks and crossed your arms. “is that the real reason you wanna take me upstairs?” you squinted. your thoughts from earlier started to come back to you. he wasn’t just gonna fuck you whenever he wanted.

connie squinted. “yes. now come on.” he looked around, noticing the girl unknowingly getting closer to you two. before you could argue, he dragged you up the stairs, nearly tripping you on the way up.

“i don’t wanna go upstairs i wanna drink.” you held on to the side of the stairs. connie smacked his lips. “do you wanna getcho ass whooped y/n?” he looked back at you, opening the door to the same room you two first got… physical in.

“no, cus a bitch can’t beat me regardless-”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence. connie closed the door behind the both of you and locked it, standing against it.

“aw hell naw. you think i’m finna let you get in my panties again?” you frowned. “let me out.”

“no.”

“connie, i am so deadass i’m not bouda sit here and let you kiss me and touch me and do whatever the fuck we did whenever you feel like it, then ignore me for another one or two weeks.”

connie threw his head back against the door. “man… shut up.”

“shut up because i ain’t finna let you use me-“

“bruh what the fuck is you talkin bout?” you could hear the irritation in connie’s voice, and the sober corner of you told you to just shut up, but you were still drunk.

“what i just said. you’re not about to fuck me again and then leave-“

“y/n ion wanna fuck you.”

“yes you-“

“no—the fuck i don’t. i’m tryna keep yo ass outta trouble, cause you too fucking stupid to realize every time you go out you be in some bullshit-“ you opened your mouth to say something back. “nah, listen. you too stupid to realize you always in some shit, and if you get hurt you gon be complaining like you always is.”

now he was actually starting to get mad. you wouldn’t shut up.

“let me out.”

you tried to push past connie, but obviously he’s way stronger than you. “let me out!”

that’s when you felt him grab your arm and push you back on the bed. “that’s yo fucking problem, you don’t listen. you so fuckin childish, people tryna be here to have a good time and yo ole stupid ass and that bitch steady fighting. don’t nobody wanna hear that shit all the time.” he started raising his voice. “sit the fuck down. ion wanna fuck you, ion care shit bout that. you steady sittin here tryna argue, you don’t fuckin listen.”

you stared at him.

“ain’t no reason i gotta sit here and really treat yo ass like a big ass baby cause you can’t control yo liquor. i’m tired of that shit bruh.”

you didn’t even feel like talkin back, cause he wasn’t gon listen. you failed to realize that your face was starting to get wet because of the tears rolling down your cheeks until you sniffed and huffed.

connie backed up and stared down at you, bitting his top lip. you sniffed even more and hummed, wiping your tears, some of your mascara from your bottom lash coming off with it, along with your eyeliner.

you sat back on the bed and looked at connie again. you couldn’t really read his face, not only because of your teary eyes, but because of his blank expression.

until you blinked once more, you noticed he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. he was staring at the ceiling.

you swallowed and moved to the end of the bed to take off your heels. surprisingly, you continued to cry. you didn’t even know it. connie then looked down at you again.

you then stood up, now standing in front of him.

he sighed and wiped the stained marks from your cheeks and eyes. with one hand in his pocket, and the other on your face, he licked his lips.

out of all the shit you talked, and the things you said, you looked at his lips. you bit yours and trailed your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. he knew it was probably wrong to be intimate right after you said he was using you, but shit.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.

you did the same. except when you did it, you couldn’t help but put your lips on his neck. not even a kiss. you just needed to feel it.

eventually, which wasn’t long, promise, you softly kissed connie’s neck. you moved your hands to the back of his head, ignoring the red lipstick stains you left on his neck, and started to kiss up his jaw.

you pulled back and moved back to the bed, holding his hand to lead him with you. he moved on top of you, making you automatically slightly open your legs to make space for him.

as you laid back, he saw a single tear drip down the corner of your eye. wiping it before it reached your ear, he kissed your cheek. under your eyes—both of them, and then kissed your lips.

he barely gave you time to kiss back as you closed your eyes and rubbed his back. he kissed down your face, neck, chest.

“you know ian wanna make you cry ma.” he said in between kisses.

you didn’t say nothing back, but you heard him. “you know i care about you.” he whispered, starting to give you hickeys on your neck and chest. “i just…” he kissed your lips again. “ion wanna get attached.” he sat up, pulling your legs closer to him.

he massaged your thighs and moved his hands up to your waist. then he moved from your waist to your chest, undoing your outfit down the middle before helping you get it halfway off. he leaned down to kiss your stomach, glancing up at you with every few kisses, just to see that look on your face.

“you just…” he moved back up to your face, spreading your legs further as you started to close them. “you be pissin me off sometimes.” he moved his right hand down to your panties, which were already almost soaked.

he rubbed his middle finger along your panties, making you arch your back, only a little. connie stared at you with bored eyes, but he definitely wasn’t bored. he then licked his lips, moving his hand up, then down in your panties.

“you love lace. ima remember that.” he said, moving his finger along your wet folds. you softly moaned, closing your eyes and biting your lip.

he moved his hand away from your pussy and licked his middle finger, making you open your eyes. the look on your face just drove him crazy. the way your brows furrowed when what you wanted to happen, didn’t happen. yet.

he put his thumb in front of your lips as you looked him in his eyes. “suck it.” he mumbled. you did as he said. what else could you do? “good girl.” he muttered, moving his hand back down inside your panties.

he put his thumb on your clit, softly pressing down on it, making you moan a little louder than you did at first.

he slowly started to rub your clit, sticking his middle finger inside of you at the same time. “ah, fuck…” you moaned softly as connie started to kiss you again. he was moving his fingers so slow, but it felt so good.

he slipped his tongue in your mouth as you kissed, slightly moving his hips against his own hand as he slowly fingered you.

your kisses started to get sloppier by the second. “you like that?” he whispered against your lips. you quickly nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck like before, moving your hips against his fingers.

that’s when he pulled his fingers out of you, unexpectedly sticking them in your mouth. as you tasted yourself, connie pulled your outfit off the rest of the way, undoing his pants with his other hand.

you didn’t even realize he was starting to slip his self into you, until he put the tip in. he moved his hand from your mouth to your neck, rubbing it with his thumb.

you slightly whimpered.

“it’s too big, pa. it won’t fit…” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“if wasn’t too big a few weeks ago.” he replied, stretching you out more and more by the second. you painfully moaned as connie’s thumb started to rub your cheek.

“you good… shit..” connie threw his head back for a second before moving closer to you. you grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to you. while he moved closer, he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers, pinning them down to the bed as he started to move his hips.

“yeah..” you looked up at him. his eyes were closed at first. a few thrusts in, he looked at you. you could barely function because of the pleasure, it felt like it was all over your body. it’s been so long.

as he looked into your eyes, making noises he didn’t even know he was making, the same with you, you felt your eyes start to water again. you slowly started nodding. you didn’t know why. you just did.

connie leaned down to kiss you again, holding on to your hand tighter, thrusting at the same pace but harder. “fuck, connie..” you moaned softly. “i hate you so much…” you moaned again, making connie close his eyes and groan a little.

“i’m sorry.” he muttered, putting his face in your neck again. he could barely hold your hand. he tried to, but it felt like he was losing all his strength.

your eyes rolled to the back of you head and you moved your hips with connie’s. “you know ion be meaning to do you like that…” he said against your neck as he started kissing it again.

“uh huh..” you said softly. you didn’t know if you were replying to him or reacting to the feeling he was giving you. he moved his hand to your neck, slowly starting to thrust faster, making you moan louder by the second. “i like you for real…” he softly moaned against your ear.

“i…” you couldn’t get your words out clearly because of the grip he had on your neck. connie moved away from your ear and looked down at you, his grip on your neck didn’t change at all. you looked up at him with glossy eyes.

you held his wrist, feeling yourself come closer and closer to an orgasm. “i… like you too.” you mumbled enough for connie to hear. connie furrowed his eyebrows, nodding slowly before groaning softly.

you moaned one more time before finally feeling yourself finish with him, both of you out of breath as he let go of your neck.

connie leaned down to rest his head on your chest for a few seconds as you started to rub his back and head.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you.

there wasn’t anything else to say. seemed like it.

he got off of you and fixed his self, letting you put your jump suit back on. “you ready to go?” he mumbled, looking at his neck in the mirror as you put your heels back on.

you silently nodded.

[jeansplaytoy]

aot guys reacting to you posting ‘single’ right after a breakup.

Ony

Eren

Armin

Jean

[jeansplaytoy]

ony x pregnant!reader headcannons

yes you’re pregnant girllll, fluff, language, just ony being a funny pre-dad in general.

when you first told him you were pregnant, he was so confused and almost didn’t believe you until you showed him the test, but when he found out you were telling the truth, he was excited as HELL.

now he loves kissing you and your stomach before he leaves to go somewhere bcus he gotta show love to both of his babies.

loves rubbing your stomach and pressing on it to see if the baby’s gonna kick or not and when it does, lorddddd, dude is straight up just cheesing excited.

does almost everything for you, but always laughs at you when you can’t bend over to get something and help you get it.

whenever you get a attitude, he blames it on both of y’all. 😭

“man y’all better stop yellin’ at me, i’ll handle BOTH of y’all.”

is obsessed with buying baby things. while you’re at the store, you have to snap at him and silently cuss this boy out to make him stand back beside you when hes roaming off for things you don’t need (and he listens).

he feeds you when you’re too tired to get up and eat or when you’re really hungry.

massaging your belly is a nightly thing now. he just has to do it, he can’t go a single night without caring for you in some specific way.

instead of turning you around like he used to, when you put your leg on a pillow for comfort and it separates the two of you, he’ll just move to the other side.

flicks your forehead whenever you frown too much because “that’s gon make the baby frown, ma.”

he adores that skims dress and belly combo because his eyes never leave that ass alone.

he loves being in public with you because it lets everyone know you’re pregnant with his baby.

he honestly doesn’t mind helping you shave, he’s just scared of accidentally cutting you.

he will stare at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows every time you have one of your mood swings.

“nah because you always doing sumn dumb, how did you lose my brush ony? like… i need that brush…” and he’d literally watch you go from mad to all whiney, and he’d slightly start to frown. “baby, baby, yo brush is right behind you.”

this man will pick up the most random things in the grocery store and be like “ain’t this what you be eating during yo cravings and stuff, bae?” and you’ve never seen those foods in your life.

smothers your belly in kisses just because.

and don’t get me started on how he draws and paints the most random things on there.

he definitely can’t bear the sight of you throwing up, not only because you’re the one throwing up, but because he can’t stand looking at someone puking😭.

the way you walk away when you’re mad is so funny to him because it’s like a little waddle and he’ll let out a small laugh which would make you laugh.

last but not least, this man ran around the house when your water broke. was panicked on where the towels were, was tryna start the car at the same time, tryna calm you down, it was insane.

[jeansplaytoy]

random ony headcannons

sexual references, violence (?), fluff, ony.

he sassy asf 🙄 always got a attitude when you got a attitude. “girllll you not talking to me like that.” “miss girl you need to calm down” “is there a problem between us i needa handle?”

he loves plucking your forehead for no reason at all.

he def takes your lashes and/or makeup off when you come home from a night out or when you forget to take it off yourself.

you can’t tell me he don’t be playing in yo heels/dresses/wigs. 😭

he always be tryna slap box you but you don’t be wanting to do it because you always lose against him.

he named yo coochie ‘mini ma.’

he hypes tf outta you no matter what you do. if you eat a lot, he’ll record you and then brag about how much of a bad bitch you is for eating, or when you put on the dumbest clothes you could find for bed.

wears your bonnets over his durag at night because it ‘protects the waves more.’

he picks your boogers for you sometimes and then gets disgusted at them and tries to blame you for ‘making’ him pick them.

you can’t have food to yourself around him. normally it would be you taking his food but no. he will literally fight to get the food you have.

don’t ever tell him he can get a sip of your drink because when he ‘sips’, he’ll forget that it’s yours and drink it all.

he loves taking you out on date dates. yeah the club or a party is nice, but he likes taking you out to a restaurant and fancy shit like that. and fun dates when you go somewhere like skating or bowling.

he listens to every bit of drama in your life, like you’ll go on a full rant about how bitches got you fucked up and he’ll listen all night.

every time you and his mom bond (because she’s really a bad bitch) he’ll mess with both of you on purpose. “i know you telling her lies about me, matter fact, i know both of y’all lying on my name.”

he will have the full option to drive his own car somewhere, but no baby. he will drive YO shit around and make people think it’s you just to hop out at the gas station where his homeboys at and be like “yeah y’all thought that was my woman.”

he has a ‘gang banging’ persona, but he’s actually really romantic. he’ll fight, sometimes shoot, but he’s really nice (to you.)

when any girls try to flirt with him, especially in front of you, he’ll give her the dirtiest, and i mean the dirtiest mean mug. “get the fuck…”

sprays on one tinyyy little spritz of your perfume so that when he goes out, everyone’s knows he has a girlfriend. same with putting your colored hair ties or scrunchies on his keys or wrist.

he most definitely daps you up after sex. like he’ll beat them doonies ZEOWNNNN and then dap you up while you laid across the bed, tangles in sheets, lace lifting, legs tingling, etc etc.

he pops the pimples on your face, even when you tell him he’s not supposed to, he’ll beg you to let him pop at least one.

he know he lovesss him some matching holiday outfits or pjs😩.

[jeansplaytoy]

bestfriend!eren dump‼️

[jeansplaytoy]

armin dump ‼️

[jeansplaytoy]

you and connie’s messages

[jeansplaytoy]

detailed aot boy hc’s

cursing , fluff , real life chronicles , proof read later .

connie would most definitely be one of those boyfriends that when you would be like “bae, you wanna watch baddies east wit me?” he’ll be like “hell naw girl.” next minute you be watching it, his ass know everything, everybody. “rollie big ass pissin me off bruh.”

ony makes the jersey club remixes.

but eren and connie get tf down and make most of the jersey club dances.

armins obsessed with gypsy rose. don’t even ask.

connie and ony used to get tore tf up by them switches from outside. they moms have each other permission to whoop them. that’s how bad they was.

eren was a clumsy ass kid. he got scars from when he was a toddler.

armin got into so many secret bathroom fights that nobody knows about.

connie is not friendly fr. he friendly to people he know but he really mean asf to people he don’t know. and that goes for girls too. (only if they try to act all hard and shit.)

jeans teeth are highly sensitive to cold things. he lowkey hates cold water and can only eat ice cream really carefully.

connie used to have a head full of hair when he was little but his mom got tired of doing it was cut it off.

eren was (and lowkey still is) tender headed asf.

ony wasn’t able to watch dennis the menace, rarely able to watch home alone, or problem child because every time he did, he’d try to copy what they did.

armin rage quits a lot. like… a lot. so he always has a new set up or console every month.

jean bites his tongue every day on accident.

y’all know them knew scars them bad kids be having? yeah, connie got bout three of em.

armin cant keep a girlfriend 💀 the only girlfriend he could keep was you.

jean used to be scared of the cat in the hat live action.

eren greened out a LOT in highschool. nigga was a whole marijuana plant his self. he just calmed down after he graduated.

ony got chased by so many damn dogs when he was younger.

connie tried to fight the principal one time because he tried to suspend him because someone lied like connie got in a bathroom fight.

armin got the attitude of a divorced wife. when i tell you he gets mad so damn quick when people that ain’t his friends try to fuck wit him.

connie get smoked every time he eat freedos around the group because they his favorite chips and nobody knows why he like em.

eren got his door took off the frame one time.

jean tried to sneak out his parents window because they permanently locked his. he broke his arm that same night.

armin loves playing in your hair. like he really loves it.

ony got caught skipping school one day when he was in elementary 💀 that ass whoopin was one he’ll never forget.

eren talks so sweet to you but talks mean irl.

armin hates other girls for real, other than sasha and mikasa, and you of course.

connie dyed his happy trail grey.

y’all know them “play fights” boys be having and then they start hitting hard asf and then be breathing heavy asf when they done acting like nothing happened? connie and ony got into one of them in highschool. also armin and eren, and armin and connie.

eren used to have a bald spot from trying to cut his own hair with a razor.

last but not least, jean used to have that sad simpson pfp in middle school. 😭

[jeansplaytoy]

ony dump ‼️

[jeansplaytoy]

jean x thick!reader headcannons

sexual themes, smut, comfort, fluff.

jean LOVESSS your thighs, hips, waist, stomach, everything. he’s just really that typa person.

and love is literally an understatement. he adores them, worships them, this man will get on his knees for you, just to grab them.

he hates it whenever you’re like “baby, you think they’re too thick? like be for real.” because he loves them so much.

“hell nah they not too thick.” he’d say before rubbing them. “look at em. like jello.”

everywhere you go, his hands would have to be on your thighs. in the car, chilling on the couch, eating, eating, at a party, or any fancy dinner where he has to chance to sit right beside you.

he can’t resist them, asking for pics of them every time he’s out with his group or just not around you.

he loved squeezing them, just to make you jump a little and get your reaction

kissing your lips, your right thigh, then your left thigh whenever he was about to leave the house for a couple hours or minutes.

and he loves your waist.

he loves the way his scratch marks are on there every week, or couple of days if he’s really feening for you. but when isn’t he?

and he loves rubbing your belly, if you’re cuddling or something, he’ll randomly put his hand there and just start rubbing and every time you tell him to stop he’ll refuse.

he loves laying on your thighs, stomach, everything. and as much as he thinks it annoys you sometimes, he can’t help himself.

and when you sit on his lap, he loses control, but always tries to keep his cool, especially in public.

‘damn.’ he’d think to himself sometimes, staring right at it.

normally, in the comfort of your own home, he’d just pull you back to where your back was against his chest with a blunt in his left hand, slipping his right hand under your shirt and into your bra.

but in public, it was a whole different thing. he tried his best not to get hard at the sensation of you sitting directly on his lap, not even on his thigh. and when you glanced back at him with that ‘innocent’ ass look on your face, he’d give you almost a death stare before a small smile would creep on his face.

or when you’d walk in front of him and your hips moved gracefully with every step you took.

he just couldn’t get enough the chubbiness of some parts of your body. your arms, thighs, ass, cheeks, waist, and even when he’d catch a glance of your hip dips.

it was like even when you weren’t teasing him, you were teasing him. wearing his boxers, or those lace panties which you’d eventually have to get a new pair of, around the house.

and when your spaghetti strap shirt hugged just perfectly, showing all your curves and special spots. he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

and what he liked best was when you tried to get all mad at him over anything he did, even if he knew he was the reason you got mad, promise he’d always handle that shit.

“ah..! fuckkk..!” your eyebrows furrowed as he rammed, just balls deep into you, as nothing but wet and rapid sounds of your skin clapping against his own filled both of your ears. he sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head. “nah, yo ass was getting all mad earlier, repeat what you was saying.” he mumbled, exhaling smoke from his nose while he stared down at the way your ass and thighs moved from the impact.

you drove him fucking crazy.

tears formed at the corners of your eyes, gripping the sheets, swearing you felt them tear from the force, or maybe that was you.

“baby… mhh.. i don’t think i can take it…” you whined and whimpered, trying to get him to at least slow down. you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your ass, making you jump and moan louder. “p..please..!” you bit your lip, as you felt him dig his nails into your hips, pulling you back with each thrust he pulled off. “you feel so good ma, damn.” he whispered, ignoring your cries and pleas.

besides, you knew what happened when you got an attitude with him.

and when you were both on cloud 10, higher than you’ve ever been, or that’s what you two always thought, he loved it.

laying his head in between your thighs while lightly pulling at the ankle bracelet you wore. his eyes fixed on the tv, watching whatever cartoon you always thought was funny as hell when you were stoned and done.

or when one of his hands rested underneath your thigh and your calf, raising your knee a little higher than the other one, which he just let you rest up by yourself, while he rubbed on it.

he kissed the inside of your thigh, giving you your daily/weekly hickeys before biting on some spots.

you rested yourself on your hands, wanting to have a better view of him as you panted a little, biting your lip and rolling your eyes to the back of your head as soon as he kissed your clit, licking and sucking while your juices filled his tongue, stringing when he pulled away a little before continuing his normal routine.

he treated your pussy like your lips, you knew that much. slipping his tongue inside and slowly moving it around before taking it out and kissing at it again.

“mm… faster.. please.” you mumbled softly while the wet sounds filled the room, like always. jean lazily looked up at you as you moved your hips softly against his mouth, sticking one of his fingers inside of you and curling it right before pulling, not all the way out, but just enough to make you twitch a little when he pushed it back in.

he continued to suck and lick, listening to the way your soft moans filled the room. you used one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to increase the pleasure. and each time, he’d let you.

removing his finger from your already swollen pussy, moving his arms underneath your thighs to massage your waist and hips while continuing to tongue fuck you.

and with his pink, sometimes red, low eyes, lashes looking prettier than usual, he loved the sight of you, whining to get through the pleasure.

“paint my face real pretty, mama.” he mumbled against you, as you pushed to do exactly what he said, nearly suffocating him as your thighs tightened around him.

he hummed a little, pulling your legs apart as you started to quiver and shake, the white, sticky substance all over his chin and mouth. and while he overstimulated you, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs up again.

but this time he let you.

he did love your thighs, after all.

[jeansplaytoy]

random connie headcannons because why not

language, sexual(ish) parts, fluff.

clingy afff!!! he follows you everywhere, you can’t even go pee in peace because he’ll hop on the counter and talk to you while you pee.💀 ur just like “bro, get out.” and he’s like “no.” and he keeps talking.

makes you do those ‘couple’ tik toks where they’re like at a hotel or something and he’ll just back up from the camera, show you off, and then kiss you and end the tik tok.

consistently play fights with you😭. he can’t go more than two weeks without messing with you or pinching you for no reason and then when you hit him too hard he’ll be like “ight bruh, I’m finna beat yo ass.” & body slams you on the bed or something💀.

tries on your wigs simply because he can. but he takes them off when you come home because he knows you’ll beat his ass.

this boy smacks your ass hard as hell, just to make you mad. enough said.

when yall are just chillin he’ll put his feet straight in your face. 💀 like really, and they don’t even smell bad, and he’s like “eat my toes” you’re like “what the fuck?” and try to move em but he won’t stop at all 😭

he picks you up at random times. like you’ll be on the phone with somebody in the kitchen and he’ll grab you by your waist and carry you to the living room, drop you on the couch, and mind his business.

kinda like the first one, you HAVE to pee together when it’s night time or he’ll get all sassy at you. he’ll be like “bae, wake up. let’s go pee.” and you’ll just agree and he’ll wait for you to finish and while you wash your hands he’ll do his business.

fake bangs you from behind every time you lean over somewhere. that’s why you always check behind you when you’re picking something up.

calls you ‘bruh’ and ‘bro’ when he’s mad at you, but he’ll never call you by your real name.

and again, no privacy. he’s all up on you every time you’re texting somebody or when you’re calling someone, he’s there, watching you with big ass eyes just to ask who it was.

will randomly say “i don’t care” in the middle of you telling him something until you punch him in his arm 😭.

grabs you by your neck and kisses you when you’re about to piss him off or when you’re mad at him.

gives you nicknames like ‘mami’, ‘mamas’, ‘ma’, ‘guapa’, and sometimes ‘peach’ cus that ass FAT🙏🏾.

is a big crybaby bro. ESPECIALLY to you. “mamaaa, my game not working.” and you’ll go downstairs to see what’s wrong. “what?” “my game ain’t working.” and he’ll look at you as you go over to his ps5, only to see, in clear day, that it isn’t plugged in. and you’ll look at him in the dumbest way ever. the worse thing about it is, this is not the first time it happened. 💀

when you hug, he’ll purposely put his hands right under your cheeks and grab your kitty. (i’m sorry LMAO)

can’t fall asleep without rubbing your thighs or your waist, but is laid out all over the bed when you wake up.

randomly grabs your boobs for comfort. (and don’t wear a tank top around him shawty)

;)

forgot this was in my drafts 😕.

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

~

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

[jeansplaytoy]

Cascade ~ e.yeager

you go to Cascade with your girl friends and get a friendly lil greeting from Eren Yeager himself.

language, sexual references, didn’t proof read.

“can you give me my skates?” you tilt your head at the person at the counter. “can you give me ya number?” he tilted his head along with yours. you looked him up and down. “boy, you ain’t even worth getting my instagram.” you said before grabbing your roller skates and walking over to your friends, mikasa and sasha.

the music was loud as hell and some people smelled like alcohol, even though it wasn’t even allowed in the building.

“what took you so long?” mikasa looked up at you while putting her roller skates on. “boys being boys. childish ass.” you shook your head before sitting down.

you loosened the laces on your skates before tying them up and doing the same thing with the other one. “girl, i lowkey wanna be single.” mikasa said to you. “i thought you was dating jean.” sasha said, looking at mikasa before standing up, trying to keep her balance.

“no, we talk. he ain’t that cute.” mikasa rolled her eyes before standing up, along with you. “niggas ain’t shit.” you tapped their shoulders before rolling yourself towards the floor where everyone was. you started gliding your feet, holding hands with sasha and mikasa as they kept up with you.

“oh my god, who is that blonde boy over there?” sasha smiled, biting her lip and pointing over to the blonde. “girl, that’s niccolo.” mikasa laughed. “you wanna talk to ‘em? i heard he shy.” you said, raising your eyebrows as you started to curve at the slight turn. “hold up.” sasha giggled before rolling over to the side of the rink. you and mikasa shook your heads. “she’s crazy as hell.” mikasa mumbled.

from across the rink, where all the boys sat, eren was eyeing you. “yo, con’. who is that?” he leaned over to his friend connie. “what? oh, shit. that’s y/n.” connie smiled and shook his head, leaning back while moving his legs to roll his skates on the ground a little. “mannn, i would do some things nobody know to that woman.” he shook his head with a smile, his diamond jewelry on his canine flashing with the lights.

“man, she don’t want yo ass. that’s eren girl.” ony nudged connie while putting his skates on. eren laughed and shook his head. “nah… but she could be.” eren shrugged while tying up his skates. “yo’ ass too scary, you ain’t gon’ holler at her. and ony, youn know that the hell you talkin bout. i know she’ll let me hit.” connie smirked as you came back around the rink, visible to everyone with mikasa.

“who scared? i’ll talk to her right now, prolly have her number by the end of the night.” eren chuckled while scanning your body. “and she can skate too? shittt.” ony shook his head. “and her ass fat? shitttt.” connie leaned up, resting his elbows on his thighs. “somebody talk to her.” he said, looking at eren and ony.

“yo’ ass scared, huh.” eren shook his head at connie. “ain’t nobody scared- man, i’ll call her right now.” connie grinned while looking at you. “do it.” ony mumbled.

“aye mikasa!” connie yelled out, making you and mikasa stop and turn around. “nigga, we talkin bout y/n, not mikasa.” ony said. “i know that.” connie whispered while you and mikasa rolled over to them. “what?” mikasa frowned at connie. honestly, he was like her annoying little brother. “go get me some more roller skates, mines too big.” he said. that was obviously a lie.

“connie, why do you always insist on bothering me?” mikasa crossed her arms and squinted.

you on the other hand couldn’t keep your eyes off of eren. he wasn’t fine or anything… maybe, but the way he looked you up and down effortlessly, it made you wanna say something. you tilted your head at him, box braids falling in front of your face. eren moved his eyes from your body to you, smiling a little and biting his lip.

“‘chu lookin’ at?” he asked, standing up. “you lookin at me.” you raised your eyebrow. eren chuckled. “cause you fine, ma.” he whispered in your ear before skating past you. you looked at him with a surprised face. he was flirting with you right to your face, and somehow, you didn’t care. “ima go skate with eren real quick. make sure he know what he doin’.” you say to the group before skating past everyone to catch up with eren.

“can you slow down?” you roll your eyes, moving up beside him. “oh, so now you wanna talk.” he looked at you. “i never said i didn’t.” you looked up at him with a stank face before looking away.

he smiled. “i see you got a attitude.” he said, plucking your forehead. he really couldn’t help but notice how your necklaces, earrings, and lipgloss glimmered in the red, purple, and blue lights that flashed, along with the disco ball that lit you two up once every few seconds.

“how many girls you flirt with on a daily basis like this? i can’t fuck wit’ nobody that got a different story with every different bitch.” you say, looking up at him as he looked forward.

“so you wanna fuck with me.” he said, it was more of a statement than a question. you hummed. “maybe, if you really got what i want.” you said, looking forward before he looked down at you.

he started slowing down, as you looked back, grabbing his hand. “come on, speed up.” you said, as he followed behind you. his eyes drifted off to your shorts that were almost too short, with your phone in your back pocket and some lipgloss beside it. he smiled before humming to his self.

“why you ain’t got a man, ma?” he asked, intertwining your fingers. you didn’t even mean to heavily flirt, everything just came out so quickly.

“because all niggas do is waste my time. why you ain’t got no girlfriend?” you asked him. “i’on know. apparently all i do is waste time.” he shook his head. you laughed and nodded.

“you ain’t even that cute for real.” you looked at him.

he looked at you and nodded slowly with a smile. “ight. i’ll be over here tomorrow. nice to meet’cha.” he nudged your shoulder lightly before skating off. “so. did you talk to her?” connie asked. eren shrugged with a smirk. “ion’ know. maybe. i’m bouta go smoke. ima’ see you at the house.” he said before putting his shoes back on and walking off.

“how’d it go?” mikasa asked. you looked at her with a grin. “girl he fine as hell.” you mumble. sasha came up beside you two. “did you get his number?” she asked. you shook your head.

“nah, i’ll get it tomorrow.”

y’all i am so sorry for not answering some of the requests 😣🙏🏾 i just need time to get my head straight frfr idek what’s going on but i’ll have them sooner or later i promiseee. sorry for any typos.

[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t shit.” - c.springer

(part two here.)

part 1

when you and your toxic ass boyfriend, connie get into what seems to be your final argument.

mentions of cheating, cursing, n word being used, afrolatino/lightskin!connie ;), angst?, toxicity.

^y’all i have no idea why the words r bunched up if y’all see that. lmao

“don’t start wit’ that bullshit, y/n.” connie said, walking through the house while you followed him— with the bullshit.

“nah, because why everytime i go out, it’s another hoe screaming ‘bout how she fucked you whenever? you know what? i’m done wit’cho ass.” you followed him to the kitchen. it was exactly what it seemed too, everyday, another woman was talking to her friend about how connie did this and that to her, and you just wasn’t really having it.

“bro, what is you talkin’ bout? i ain’t fucked nobody since i been wit’ you.” he paused. “but you” he said, stopping by the sink and leaning on it, letting his head hang a little to huff at your words. “well that’s not what them hoes say.” you put your hands on your hips as you stood all the way across from him, on the other side of the island counter. one thing you weren’t gonna do, is let no man play you. ever. he can hit once and leave, but if a relationship comes into the picture then you take that shit seriously, and right now it seemed like his ass really didn’t care.

“you buggin.” he laughed to refrain his self from getting mad at you, but you were irking his nerves. like, for real. “oh i’m buggin’? connie, that’s what you always say when i catch you in a damn lie.” you tilt your head in a ‘wtf are you talking about’ way.

“so you gone listen to some random hoes on the street instead of me?” he crossed his arms. “yes, nigga cause’ you always doin’ something you ain’t got no business.” and that’s when you started walking over to him. his eyes followed you as he kept his attention on you. “now if i were to go around fucking on yo friends you’d be mad right?” you said before nudging his head. he rubbed the side of his head before looking at you.

“hell yeah i’d be mad, cus you always finding a way to piss me off when i don’t be doing shit to you. always believing what other females gotta say.” he shook his head before walking off. “man, stop acting like a bitch sometimes.” he mumbled under his breath while walking off.

you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “what?”

it wasn’t like he was calling you a bitch, but that word being used in a sentence where he was referring to, and talking to you? no.

“chill out ma, you keepin’ up all that noise.” he said before sitting on the couch and propping his leg up. you stared at him for a minute before slowly nodding. “get the fuck out.” you pointed towards the door. he looked at you for a few seconds before laughing. “what?”

“i said, get out.” you repeated yourself.

connie looked at you again before his smile slowly dropped, but not into a sad face. this time, you really pissed him off. “ ‘t fuck?” he frowned. “oh, what? you don’t think i’m dead serious about what the fuck i’m saying?” you tilted your head. “since you wanna go with other bitches, go with em. go live with em. do whatever you want, we done.” you said before scoffing.

connie stared at you before standing up. “that’s yo problem. you believe everything everybody say. you too pretty to be acting this damn stupid.” he mumbled while standing in front of you. you looked towards the ground to avoid any further conversation with him.

“you think i wanna do this?” you asked. “hell yeah.” he said while tilting his head back a little. you looked up at him. “i hate yo ass. you make me sick.” you said before pushing him away from you and walking upstairs.

you weren’t being completely serious. you didn’t hate connie. but you hate how he acted everytime you got into an argument about another woman.

“how? cause you never did that crazy shit. you never went through my phone, asked about my female friends, if i even got any. but you tryna accuse me of cheating on you. ma, you know how dumb you sound?” he frowned while following you upstairs.

“connie just get out, for real.” you shook your head. “nah, what’s the problem? i thought you was all big.” he said while walking into your room where you sat on your bed. “leave me alone.” you exhaled. “and get out.”

he looked at you before nodding. “okay.” he said, grabbing only his charger as his phone was placed in his pocket. you looked at him. “get all yo’ shit, connie, you not coming back over here.” you frowned as you followed him back down the stairs. “connie, i’m so fuckin serious, get yo shit from upstairs.” you pointed behind you as you grabbed his arm to turn him around.

“i’ll come get my shit when i feel like it.” he mumbled before opening the door and slamming it behind him. you stared at it for a while before locking it and walking back over to your couch, sitting down.

“hoe.” you mumbled to yourself.

yes the theme changed!

[jeansplaytoy]

you and ony ‼️