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[nieceeee]

I hope ur okay(just Incase something happened), you don’t have to rush clouded 5, everyone works at their own pace💞

Thank you baby! Life started picking up so fast and this is such a busy month that it caught me off guard. But no worries! Part 5 is scheduled for today and dropping!

[nieceeee]

When is clouded 5 happening aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg

Toddaaaaaaaaayyuuhggg! 😂😂

[nieceeee]

I really have no tolerance for racists, I don’t give a fuck. They are literal cancer cells in fucking human form, excrement and need to die a horrible death, I am so not sorry. I get so sick + tired of it being excused, explained away and forgiven. Especially when it’s so deeply embedded into our lives. and stop coming to social media when they call you slurs to your face and start putting these animals on ventilators. full stop.

[nieceeee]

THAT'S JUST MY BABY DADDY

babydaddy!eren x reader masterlist

All fics here are a part of the same world or universe. The links are all put in chronological order as well. Anything highlighted in PURPLE contains NSFW content so minors do not interact!

link to full masterlist

last update: 8/26/25

“Before The Baby” - What was it like before babydaddy!eren was a baby daddy. And the reason he became one in the first place.

"Let Me Help" -P/S: You and Eren decided to co-parent and things have been going well. You managed to keep a good distance and keep your hands to yourself. Until your hormones get the best of you and him being a good baby daddy offers to help solve your problem

"The Aftermath" -P/S: babydaddy!eren never skips the aftercare. Ever

"Its Better This Way" -P/S: baby daddy!eren and reader are having casual conversation like old times but the hidden feeling threaten to surface

"Date Night" -P/S: "So how was the date" You and Eren are tryig to find a new normal between the two of you. You go out on a date for the first time since having your son and things don't pan out the way you expect. Good thing your baby daddy is there to talk to, right?

"Soon As I Get Home" -P/S: Eren reminisces on life with you on the way home from watching your child together.

"She's Not Yours" - P/S: You and Eren arent together. You have every right to sleep with whoever you choose. You're a grown ass woman. But what happens when your baby daddy finds out you used that right...

"Where To Now?" -PS: you and your baby daddy have been distancing themselves from one another. Eren wants to be with you but feels like your heart is in another place…or with another person. He and the boys discover exactly what’s going on as he is babysitting one night…

"INDEFINITELY" -Things with your baby daddy had been going as well as they could. Awkward encounters created unnecessary tension just like before. You seemed fine but Eren was falling apart. You had moved on so why couldnt he? And who is this man you're talking to anyway. Things collide when Eren and your new boo face off and you're left to make a decision that will shake your life forever

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"CLOUDED" (4)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: 2.3k

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: YOU NEEEDD TO READ THE OTHER PARTS TO UNDERSTAND. These ain't stand alones baby lol. here yall go, part 4! We got plenty of teasing for sure but Ony starts getting a little out of pocket so as always MINORS DNI of course the aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, n words used so be warned. lots of tension building and suggestive behavior. Ony is slowly losing his shit lol

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 5, pt 6

Your heart was beating out of your chest.

You try your best to remain calm despite the stares and snickers that were happening around you after that encounter between you and Ony in the doorway. What the hell is even going on today. Your mind was clouded with confusion and lust, a deadly combination and nowhere near appropriate for a backyard family BBQ. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, trying to think over the conversations from both Ony and Ocean and then it comes back to you. Why the hell did they keep bringing up food?! You are so caught up in your own head that you don’t register when your best friend walks up on you. “So you wanna tell me what that was about?” her teasing voice cuts through the chatter in your mind. You snap your neck to turn to her, eyes narrowing. “What did you do?” She gives you a tight lipped smile, wincing just a little bit before grabbing your wrist. “Come on. We are going to need to be away from people when you hear this.” she doesn't give you time to ask why as she leads you into a quiet corner in the back yard.

“You what?!”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide and chest heaving as Ocean finally finishes recounting the day. There is no way you heard her right. Absolutely not. “So let me get this straight…” you start. “You mean to tell me you gave your baby brother sex drugs??” the end of your sentence fading into a whisper. “First of all that’s a whole grown man.” she rolls her neck. “And second, I didn't give him anything. His big headed ass didn't listen when I told him not to eat the one with the red top.” She explains, heavily emphasizing the not. Your nostrils flare as you take a deep breath. “We aren’t going to even get into why you were making this for your ex in the first place. Don’t give me that face I know that's who it was for but that's a convo for an entirely different day. ” She pokes out her bottom lip at me and crosses her arms. “Uh uh, I’m not your man. You not getting your way pouting at me. We need to address the bigger problem at hand.” you groan. “Your brother ate your freak nasty food and now he is after me.” your hands point to your own chest in frustration. “Girl, when is he not after you!” she tosses her own hand in the air. “Everybody and they mama know my brother is obsessed with you. And as your best friend, I’m well aware that you hold yourself back from talking to him because you care about our relationship. Shit, it took some damn aphrodisiacs for him to finally express the feelings I have to suffer hearing everyday.” Her eyes roll again in agitation. 

You blow a heavy breath out and take a look around the yard. Why the hell did you do that? It must be your luck that as your eyes scan the ground they land on the man who has you caught up in this situation to begin with. Time stand stills as your gazes lock onto one another. He leans against the side paneling of the family home, a drink in his hand, cousins and uncles surrounding him. But as they converse, the only thing on his mind is you. You could tell in the way he eyes undress you from across the yard, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You feel it deep within your core, the way he craves you. You’re not sure how but you know it's there. Whatever trance that the aphrodisiacs put him in radiates through every action he takes. Your body wants to move to him but you shake your head. Bitch, you aren’t the one with drugs in your system. Pull it together. 

“O, I’m not gone make it out of here.” You say softly. She turns her head to where her brother is standing and watches him watching you. “Respectfully bestie.” she says putting a hand on your shoulder. “Knowing my baby brother, you definitely won’t. Juts do me a favor.” she asks. You turn to her, head tilted slightly. “At least let me leave before he snatches you up. I’d rather not be scarred for the rest of my life.” she giggles. You swat at her for teasing you but she manages to dodge and skirts off into the crowd. You look back over to where he was standing before but he is nowhere to be found. It offers you relief but also creates a tightness in your chest. Okay, Y/N shake this shit off. You center yourself once more and try to mingle in the crowd.

Things seem to simmer down after a few moments. The air becomes a bit more breathable as you move your way through the family. The sun has went down a bit and the music is louder. Food still cooking and drinks flowing, everything seems normal. But inside your were on fire. You only catch glimpses of him but his eyes. His eyes follow your every move. They tease you in the way only he knows how. You hold yourself together as best as you can but it doesn’t work when he is intentionally inserting himself in every space you occupy. 

Honestly, you wish he starts avoiding you again so you can find a moment to catch your breath but you aren’t that lucky. You stand near the cooler in the corner to catch your breath when you feel a presence sneak up behind you, a warm hand wrapping around your body to the front of your lower belly. “You good mamas?” that deep voice rings in your ear, warm breath fanning your skin. He stands behind you, not too close but definitely close enough. His body heat singes your skin. You clever your throat and turn to face him, smoothly stepping out of his loose grasp. “Yes Ony, I’m fine.” you attempt to sound cool but your voice is wavering. “You sure? You look a little heated?” the tease is there intertwining with the ask. “Well that’s what happens when you’re outside in the sun with three grills running.” You snip, taking another gulp from your cup. 

He chuckles and leans closer, that voice whispering low in your ear. “Nah, that's nerves. That’s what happens when your best friend’s brother almost fucked you in his mama kitchen.” The plastic cup slips from your hand before you can register it happening, liquid sloshing onto the grass as your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering. Ony laughs aloud as he reaches down and picks it up, relishing in the awe struck look on your face. His teasing did something inside of you and you feel the wetness in your panties as your mind paints the images. You pray no one was in ear shot of the conversation you all were having. “Ony!” you whisper in frustration smacking him in the chest. “That is not what happened and you know it.” you whisper-yell at him, stepping closer to keep your conversation between the two of you. “It didn't. But had it been a second longer,” he says eyes trailing your body. “It would have.” His voice seeps into the deepest crevices of your body, making tingles erupt under your skin. I need to get the fuck away from here you think to yourself as you turn on your heels and move in the opposite direction. Ony smiles to himself walking behind you and grabbing you by the arm, pulling you back into his space. 

Ony is a patient and collected man for the most part. But as the night goes on, the worse his symptoms become. It's like it seeps deeper into his blood stream. He feels fidgety, his normal reserves dying down as time goes on. Whispered remarks become louder and glances become full on lingering stares. Ony’s body feels like it's not his own. And truly it's not at the moment. It's yours. The way that he yearns for you to be near him. The way one touch from you makes goosebumps raise on his arms. Your voice, your laugh. You control every aspect of him and there is nothing he can do about it. He just wants to be around you, close to you. 

In you.

The thought comes to his mind before he can stop it and it makes his knees feel weak. The idea of being in you. Burying his dick deep inside your walls, feeling you clench around him, cream dripping from your lips as he tongue swirls around your mouth. Fuck… He’s spiraling. The evening doesn't wind down but the vibes change. Calm, more rhythmic music replaces the bass from earlier. He finds you again, tucked in the corner. “Dance with me.” He states, not asking. A small oop leaves his aunt’s lips as they snicker as your shocked expression. “Boy, what are you doing?” your voice tries to tell him no but your feet move with him towards the open space in the yard. He leads your right into the center for everyone to see. His hand releases your wrist and wrap around your waist, pulling your bodies close. “Ony..” you start but the look in his eyes silences you. Instead your arms raise up and fall softly on his shoulders. Your bodies sway gently to the music, the silence coated with a heavy tension that has been building the entire day. “So,” you start slow. “You calmed down now?” He smirks at you, hands dropping low on your back and pulling your body flush to his. He dips his head down to your ear, “Hell no.” His head dips into your neck as he takes a deep inhale. “Damn you smell good.” Your body stiffens as you feel his lips press a gentle kiss against your neck. Your fingers dig into his shoulders but he wraps his arms tighter around you. 

“Ony..you’re going to cause a scene.” You try to fight how good he feels, how warm he is but it's weak. A sudden flash of self-awareness hits you, and you step back a little, not quite sure how to process whats happening. Everything is so…strange. His family is all around you but all you could see is him. It's feels like it should be wrong but nothing has ever felt more right and that alone has your mind spinning. But Ony’s hand is quick to find your waist again, pulling you gently back toward him and out of the spiral your mind is attempting to go down again. He looks you in the eyes, hand lifting your chin. “I wouldn't have to if you let me have my way with you. Why you keep running from me?” 

“I-I’m not running.” You pout. “No? Ok then. Kiss me.” he states flatly. Your eyes widen, head snapping left and right to see if there are any eyes on you (trust me they hear it too but they pretend not to). “Okay, you got to chill. Yo can’t just say stuff like that out in the open.” His shoulders shrug. “Then admit you are running from me.” You frown, your arms coming down and crossing over your chest. “I don’t run.” you say matter of factly. His brow lifts and a smile spreads across his face. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You feel a rush of heat at his words as your mouth drops open. “Onya..” The minute the nickname leaves your mouth a chill races down his spine making him grit his teeth. Before you register, your body is pressed against his. Those hands again dipping to your lower back and squeezing firmly. “You know what that does to me.” he growls. “I’m trying my best here baby. But you making it hard and I can only let you run for so long.” He nuzzles his face back into your neck, voice soft and whispering. Your heart pounds in your chest, lids fluttering at the close proximity. The music seems to have faded but you can only focus on him. “I told you…” you say gently. “I’m not running Onya.” He stops moving, eyes glossing over, fingers digging into your back. “W-what?” He has to be sure. He needs to be sure he heard what you said. “You heard me.” He steps back and looks at you. Really looks at you. And the way your eyes look back it him makes something in his mind crack. He smiles, tongue swiping across his lips as he grabs your hand and begins to lead you away from the yard. 

Oceans mouth drops open as she comes out to see her brother with you in tow. She shuffles over to her aunties, “What did I miss? I went in th house for a few minutes?!” she asks as she drops down in one of the lawn chairs. “Your little brother nuts finally dropped.” one of the cousins says with a laugh, following a run as his mama swats at his arm. Ocean looks back over at you both and her lip pokes out. “Dang man.” she whines. “He ain't gone ever give her back.” Conversations about the two of you continue but you’re both caught up in each other. Ony leads you out the gate and to your car. “Where we going?” your brows pull together. Ony presses you against his car forcing you to meet his gaze. “With what I’m about to do with you. I don't need anybody to hear it but me.” Your panties are already wet and the way his voice is crawling all over you isn't helping. “And what exactly are you planning to do with me?” you ask breathless. He leans forward bruising his lips against yours softly.

“Break you.”

[nieceeee]

Clouded part 4 tomorrow👀👀👀

[nieceeee]

Clouded pt 4 😜?

It’s in the works! I’m working with that one as well as this other series😭🙌🏾 the goal is to get it out no later than Friday

[nieceeee]

I have such a bad habit of calling my friends nicknames like “boo” “love” “mamas” 😭 it’s like I’m sorry miss girl it’s a habit.

[nieceeee]

I have too many fics in my head. Cause what do you mean an A/B/O world where reader doesn’t believe in shifters and Ony is the alpha who convinces her otherwise.

I need to finish the ones I have before I start anything else.

[nieceeee]

Please and thank you🤤

if my coochie ain’t dripping like a nectarine when I’m writing the smut, I need to delete the whole thing and start over.

[nieceeee]

Working on part four😭

"CLOUDED" (3)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: 2.07k

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: We still moving through this so welcome to part 3! We got plenty of fluff, a liiiiiiiittle bit of nasty stuff. of course the aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, MINORS DNI, n words used so be warned. lots of flirting and suggestive behavior. cussing

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

Yeah…he was fucking avoiding you. 

It was subtle at first. Gently removing himself from spaces you were in. How he conveniently needed to have a conversation on the complete opposite side of the yard from wherever you were. But it got worse as time went on. He was basically running from you. Doing anything to maintain the distance. Your nostrils flare as you watch yet another attempt of his to get away from you. Left something in the cooler my ass You think to yourself as you stomp your way over to your best friend. “Why the hell is your brother avoiding me like I’m a jehovah witness?” She snorts into her drink, catching the eyes of some of the aunties around her. “O, I'm serious. He’s been being weird with me all day.” You hate the way it makes you feel inside. A small part of you aching. She sighs, and drops her head, “This idiot is fucking hisself up.” Your face contorts with confusion and slight concern. “Honestly boo, If I told you the real reason you wouldn't believe me anyway.” she says as she cleans up her mess. “I’ve heard worse from you, now spill.” You walk with her to the garbage can to help her and offer you botha bot of privacy. “Well, earlier today when I was cooking, I made something for my ex. However, Ony being the big back that he is…” “Ocean come help ya mama and auntie!” A loud woman’s voice calls from across the yard. “Shit.” she says in agitation, “Okay. Stay here and I’ll tell you as soon as I come back. Promise!” she rushes off. 

You heave and roll your eyes. Your mind is racing at what the hell her cooking has to do with her brother being an asshole today. “Y/N baby, can you go grab your teetee one of those cutwaters from the back corner of the fridge?” The older lady calls, breaking your train of thought. You smile at their mom’s sister, Tasha. She was one of the first people you met in their family and has remained your favorite from that moment. “Yes ma’am I can.” You walk towards the patio doors and slip inside unaware of the scheme that was happening around you. Tasha nods her head towards her husband and sits back with glee. “Say young buck, do your uncle a favor?” Her husband, Henry smacks Ony on the shoulder. “What’s up Unc?” “Gone inside the house for me and grab me a modelo out the cooler in the kitchen.” he asks his nephew, fake smile plastered on his face. “Yeah, I got you.” Ony turns to go inside and his uncle chuckles to himself. Neither of you aware of the trap his family is setting for you. 

You’re bent over in front of the fridge searching for Tasha’s drink when Ony turns the corner. All his blood rushes down the minute he sees you. Breathing jagged and body unable to move. He’s been doing so good. Staying away from you was the only solution that made sense to his brain. And it worked….for the most part. Little did he know the way his family caught each stolen glance at you from across the crowd. Which is where there little plan began. They tried outside, one person calling you over or scooting closer to you as Ony spoke. He was easily able to slip away. But here, there is nowhere to run. The minute you stand and turn, you lock eyes with him. But while his eyes flutter, yours narrow in anger. “H-hey.” he says softly, clearing the raspiness from his throat. You don’t speak, opting to roll your eyes and walk around him. He doesn’t register it until you walk pass and out the kitchen. Ony’s eyes blink a few times. “W-wait. Y/N.” he rushes after you. Your hand slides the patio door open but he catches your wrist and closes it. “Hold on, can I talk to you for a second?” he asks. You scoff, “Oh now you wanna talk to me? When you been avoiding me all day?” You pull the door open again but he repeats the same action as before. The ruckus catching the attention of a few family members close by. “I’m sorry. I just- it's not you it's me.” he says but immediately cringes. “Right.” you say sarcastically, opening the door one more time. But again, he slides it closed. “Y’all good over there?” His eldest cousin calls out with a laugh. Your eyes widen at the realization that everyone is now tuned into the Ony & Y/N show. “Ony, let me out.” you whisper yell at him. “Not until you talk to me.” he counters. “I’m about to smack you.” You go to open the door again and he only rolls his eyes. “This is your fault.” he says. Before you can ask what he means, he scoops you up with one arm, tossing you over his shoulder. “ONY!” you shriek as your hands cover your face. Family watching in amusement at his antics. 

Ony doesn’t care. He walks you back into the kitchen, plopping you down on the counter and pressing his body in between your thighs. “Boy, have you lost your mind?” you yell at him. The yes is growled in response. What the fuck. You look at him in confusion because there is no way in hell he just said that. But when you look closer, you notice it. The way his adam’s apple bobs, eyes darting left and right. His breath is heavy and jagged. Underneath that false sense of composure, there was chaos. His jaw is tight, teeth clenching. But in that moment you also notice how close he is. His heavy hands rub gentle circles in your thighs, squeezing slightly. You tug the middle of your dress down some, suddenly feeling exposed. His eyes watch your hands and you can swear a moan leaves his lips. Your eyes widen at his behavior. Where the hell did this switch come from?! “Ony, what the hell is going on? You went from not wanting to even breath the same air as me to this?” His hands grip you tighter as he steps closer into your space. Your body like a magnet pulling him closer. “I’m sorry. Ocean gave me this damn chicken and it's been fucking with my head. Then seeing you and this dress. And in my favorite color too?” Your heart beat in your ears as heat rises in your body. 

Ony doesn’t trust himself. He barely kept it together before. But seeing you. Touching you. Inhaling that scent that he loves so much. He couldn’t get the full picture from when he saw you on the camera. But here he has it all. He sees every shallow breath you take, the shivers that tickle your spine, the goosebumps along your arms. Your dress was short, fitted at the top and flowing at the bottom. The hem brushing right underneath your ass and that alone was driving him insane. He stares unapologetically, eyes trailing your body as if his gaze could undress you. “You know.” raspy grunt followed by heavy swallow. “You always look good every time I see you. But today…” His eyes find yours, pupils dilated. “You doing something terrible to me mamas.” Your breath increases with his, “What you mean by terrible Ony?” He laughs under his breath but not a humorous one. More of a pained chuckle from restraining himself. “Terrible. Like the make me forget all my morals type of terrible. Like…God might not forgive me for the sins that are running through my mind about you right now.” You don’t say anything and that same silence that has overtaken you both too many times today. That's what makes his control slip. 

Because normally you would smack his chest and push him away. Tell him he is playing too much. Normally you would brush him off with a side smirk and a roll of your eyes. But now… normal is non existent. Because you aren’t being normal right now. You aren’t pushing him away. And the look you’re giving him right now? If Ony could freeze time to capture a moment, it would be to frame this second in time forever. He doesn’t want to let the opportunity slip away so he pulls you closer wrapping your legs around his waist, arms caging you in on the counter. You couldn’t run anywhere if you tried. And you allow it all. Even when the goosebumps continue to prickle against your skin under the gentle graze of his fingertips along your shoulder. “Onya.” you whimper, voice barely above a whisper. You never noticed just how big he was until now. Broad shoulders, lengthy arms, and every muscle defined. He didn't just take space, he commanded it.

You couldn’t take you eyes off of him.

“You keep looking at me like that” he whispers, “and I’m gonna do something that might get us kicked out my mama house.” That deep grumbling tone vibrating your ear drums and something else you probably shouldn’t be feeling right now. You want to press your legs together but you can’t so you squirm against the counter. “Fuck, you know how long I been wanting you?” he murmurs, “I been cool. Patient. Respectful. Even when you walking around here like you run shit. Hugging my moms, eating dinner with my people, sleeping under the same roof as me like you don’t know how you make me feel.” His tone shifts as his touch becomes more erratic, hands sliding onto your lower back as his fingers massage gently, inching lower and lower. He is so fucking close. His face barely a breath away from yours as his tongue swipes across his lips. You try to keep your eyes from fluttering but you struggle. “Y/N, fuck. You have to stop me mamas. Because I can’t..I won’t. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He’s borderline pleading and it makes your pussy clench. Words are lost in your mind, your lips parting but nothing coming to the surface. Shit. His fingers dig into your back, gripping you as he pulls you dangerously close. His lips mere centimeters away from yours before…

“Y’ALL BETTER NOT BE MAKING OUT IN MY MAMA KITCHEN!” 

Shock tears through your body, your heart now racing for a completely different reason. Ocean’s voice calls out, feet padding closer to where you both stood. It was then that you register the exact situation you are in. Ony groans in agitation and drops his forehead to your shoulder.  “I swear your best friend was put on this earth to fucking torture me.” He pulls back from you, nostrils flaring in reluctance but he keeps his eyes locked on yours. “One more second…” he speaks. “And what?” You don’t realize you said it out loud until a lazy grin appears on his lips. “You would’ve found out.”  You don’t know what has gotten into him today but, you can’t lie and say you don’t like it. You try to put a little space between the two of you but Ony’s grip on your hips won’t let up.  “Onya, I have to get down.” You beg. His jaw clenches but he releases you from his hold allowing you to jump down from the counter.

You have just enough time to straighten out your dress before your best friend turns the corner. She places her hand on her hip, head tilted to the side. “And what y'all in here doing?” There was a tease to her tone. “Nothing now, Miss cockblock.” Ony responds. both your heads whip to look at him. Your face burning as your eyes widen. Oh he bold today. “And what’s that supposed to mean.” She says but your fight or flight kicks in. “I’m just going to take this outside to teetee.” You rush out, grabbing the drink from the counter and damn near run towards the sliding doors. Ocean turns to her little brother, a smirk on her lips. “Somebody finally growing some balls, huh?” she says as her hands cross her chest.  “Something like that.” Ony laughs out loud as he follows behind where you walked out.

Nerves aside, he has one goal in mind. He’s not stopping until he has you right where he wants you.

[nieceeee]

"CLOUDED" The Series

this is the masterlist for my clouded series! All parts and connecting parts will be added here!

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

STATUS: ONGOING

Last update: 8/22/25

[nieceeee]

"CLOUDED" (3)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: 2.07k

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: We still moving through this so welcome to part 3! We got plenty of fluff, a liiiiiiiittle bit of nasty stuff. of course the aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, MINORS DNI, n words used so be warned. lots of flirting and suggestive behavior. cussing

pt 1, pt 2, , pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

Yeah…he was fucking avoiding you. 

It was subtle at first. Gently removing himself from spaces you were in. How he conveniently needed to have a conversation on the complete opposite side of the yard from wherever you were. But it got worse as time went on. He was basically running from you. Doing anything to maintain the distance. Your nostrils flare as you watch yet another attempt of his to get away from you. Left something in the cooler my ass You think to yourself as you stomp your way over to your best friend. “Why the hell is your brother avoiding me like I’m a jehovah witness?” She snorts into her drink, catching the eyes of some of the aunties around her. “O, I'm serious. He’s been being weird with me all day.” You hate the way it makes you feel inside. A small part of you aching. She sighs, and drops her head, “This idiot is fucking hisself up.” Your face contorts with confusion and slight concern. “Honestly boo, If I told you the real reason you wouldn't believe me anyway.” she says as she cleans up her mess. “I’ve heard worse from you, now spill.” You walk with her to the garbage can to help her and offer you botha bot of privacy. “Well, earlier today when I was cooking, I made something for my ex. However, Ony being the big back that he is…” “Ocean come help ya mama and auntie!” A loud woman’s voice calls from across the yard. “Shit.” she says in agitation, “Okay. Stay here and I’ll tell you as soon as I come back. Promise!” she rushes off. 

You heave and roll your eyes. Your mind is racing at what the hell her cooking has to do with her brother being an asshole today. “Y/N baby, can you go grab your teetee one of those cutwaters from the back corner of the fridge?” The older lady calls, breaking your train of thought. You smile at their mom’s sister, Tasha. She was one of the first people you met in their family and has remained your favorite from that moment. “Yes ma’am I can.” You walk towards the patio doors and slip inside unaware of the scheme that was happening around you. Tasha nods her head towards her husband and sits back with glee. “Say young buck, do your uncle a favor?” Her husband, Henry smacks Ony on the shoulder. “What’s up Unc?” “Gone inside the house for me and grab me a modelo out the cooler in the kitchen.” he asks his nephew, fake smile plastered on his face. “Yeah, I got you.” Ony turns to go inside and his uncle chuckles to himself. Neither of you aware of the trap his family is setting for you. 

You’re bent over in front of the fridge searching for Tasha’s drink when Ony turns the corner. All his blood rushes down the minute he sees you. Breathing jagged and body unable to move. He’s been doing so good. Staying away from you was the only solution that made sense to his brain. And it worked….for the most part. Little did he know the way his family caught each stolen glance at you from across the crowd. Which is where there little plan began. They tried outside, one person calling you over or scooting closer to you as Ony spoke. He was easily able to slip away. But here, there is nowhere to run. The minute you stand and turn, you lock eyes with him. But while his eyes flutter, yours narrow in anger. “H-hey.” he says softly, clearing the raspiness from his throat. You don’t speak, opting to roll your eyes and walk around him. He doesn’t register it until you walk pass and out the kitchen. Ony’s eyes blink a few times. “W-wait. Y/N.” he rushes after you. Your hand slides the patio door open but he catches your wrist and closes it. “Hold on, can I talk to you for a second?” he asks. You scoff, “Oh now you wanna talk to me? When you been avoiding me all day?” You pull the door open again but he repeats the same action as before. The ruckus catching the attention of a few family members close by. “I’m sorry. I just- it's not you it's me.” he says but immediately cringes. “Right.” you say sarcastically, opening the door one more time. But again, he slides it closed. “Y’all good over there?” His eldest cousin calls out with a laugh. Your eyes widen at the realization that everyone is now tuned into the Ony & Y/N show. “Ony, let me out.” you whisper yell at him. “Not until you talk to me.” he counters. “I’m about to smack you.” You go to open the door again and he only rolls his eyes. “This is your fault.” he says. Before you can ask what he means, he scoops you up with one arm, tossing you over his shoulder. “ONY!” you shriek as your hands cover your face. Family watching in amusement at his antics. 

Ony doesn’t care. He walks you back into the kitchen, plopping you down on the counter and pressing his body in between your thighs. “Boy, have you lost your mind?” you yell at him. The yes is growled in response. What the fuck. You look at him in confusion because there is no way in hell he just said that. But when you look closer, you notice it. The way his adam’s apple bobs, eyes darting left and right. His breath is heavy and jagged. Underneath that false sense of composure, there was chaos. His jaw is tight, teeth clenching. But in that moment you also notice how close he is. His heavy hands rub gentle circles in your thighs, squeezing slightly. You tug the middle of your dress down some, suddenly feeling exposed. His eyes watch your hands and you can swear a moan leaves his lips. Your eyes widen at his behavior. Where the hell did this switch come from?! “Ony, what the hell is going on? You went from not wanting to even breath the same air as me to this?” His hands grip you tighter as he steps closer into your space. Your body like a magnet pulling him closer. “I’m sorry. Ocean gave me this damn chicken and it's been fucking with my head. Then seeing you and this dress. And in my favorite color too?” Your heart beat in your ears as heat rises in your body. 

Ony doesn’t trust himself. He barely kept it together before. But seeing you. Touching you. Inhaling that scent that he loves so much. He couldn’t get the full picture from when he saw you on the camera. But here he has it all. He sees every shallow breath you take, the shivers that tickle your spine, the goosebumps along your arms. Your dress was short, fitted at the top and flowing at the bottom. The hem brushing right underneath your ass and that alone was driving him insane. He stares unapologetically, eyes trailing your body as if his gaze could undress you. “You know.” raspy grunt followed by heavy swallow. “You always look good every time I see you. But today…” His eyes find yours, pupils dilated. “You doing something terrible to me mamas.” Your breath increases with his, “What you mean by terrible Ony?” He laughs under his breath but not a humorous one. More of a pained chuckle from restraining himself. “Terrible. Like the make me forget all my morals type of terrible. Like…God might not forgive me for the sins that are running through my mind about you right now.” You don’t say anything and that same silence that has overtaken you both too many times today. That's what makes his control slip. 

Because normally you would smack his chest and push him away. Tell him he is playing too much. Normally you would brush him off with a side smirk and a roll of your eyes. But now… normal is non existent. Because you aren’t being normal right now. You aren’t pushing him away. And the look you’re giving him right now? If Ony could freeze time to capture a moment, it would be to frame this second in time forever. He doesn’t want to let the opportunity slip away so he pulls you closer wrapping your legs around his waist, arms caging you in on the counter. You couldn’t run anywhere if you tried. And you allow it all. Even when the goosebumps continue to prickle against your skin under the gentle graze of his fingertips along your shoulder. “Onya.” you whimper, voice barely above a whisper. You never noticed just how big he was until now. Broad shoulders, lengthy arms, and every muscle defined. He didn't just take space, he commanded it.

You couldn’t take you eyes off of him.

“You keep looking at me like that” he whispers, “and I’m gonna do something that might get us kicked out my mama house.” That deep grumbling tone vibrating your ear drums and something else you probably shouldn’t be feeling right now. You want to press your legs together but you can’t so you squirm against the counter. “Fuck, you know how long I been wanting you?” he murmurs, “I been cool. Patient. Respectful. Even when you walking around here like you run shit. Hugging my moms, eating dinner with my people, sleeping under the same roof as me like you don’t know how you make me feel.” His tone shifts as his touch becomes more erratic, hands sliding onto your lower back as his fingers massage gently, inching lower and lower. He is so fucking close. His face barely a breath away from yours as his tongue swipes across his lips. You try to keep your eyes from fluttering but you struggle. “Y/N, fuck. You have to stop me mamas. Because I can’t..I won’t. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He’s borderline pleading and it makes your pussy clench. Words are lost in your mind, your lips parting but nothing coming to the surface. Shit. His fingers dig into your back, gripping you as he pulls you dangerously close. His lips mere centimeters away from yours before…

“Y’ALL BETTER NOT BE MAKING OUT IN MY MAMA KITCHEN!” 

Shock tears through your body, your heart now racing for a completely different reason. Ocean’s voice calls out, feet padding closer to where you both stood. It was then that you register the exact situation you are in. Ony groans in agitation and drops his forehead to your shoulder.  “I swear your best friend was put on this earth to fucking torture me.” He pulls back from you, nostrils flaring in reluctance but he keeps his eyes locked on yours. “One more second…” he speaks. “And what?” You don’t realize you said it out loud until a lazy grin appears on his lips. “You would’ve found out.”  You don’t know what has gotten into him today but, you can’t lie and say you don’t like it. You try to put a little space between the two of you but Ony’s grip on your hips won’t let up.  “Onya, I have to get down.” You beg. His jaw clenches but he releases you from his hold allowing you to jump down from the counter.

You have just enough time to straighten out your dress before your best friend turns the corner. She places her hand on her hip, head tilted to the side. “And what y'all in here doing?” There was a tease to her tone. “Nothing now, Miss cockblock.” Ony responds. both your heads whip to look at him. Your face burning as your eyes widen. Oh he bold today. “And what’s that supposed to mean.” She says but your fight or flight kicks in. “I’m just going to take this outside to teetee.” You rush out, grabbing the drink from the counter and damn near run towards the sliding doors. Ocean turns to her little brother, a smirk on her lips. “Somebody finally growing some balls, huh?” she says as her hands cross her chest.  “Something like that.” Ony laughs out loud as he follows behind where you walked out.

Nerves aside, he has one goal in mind. He’s not stopping until he has you right where he wants you.

[nieceeee]

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Because part three is coming soon👀🫶🏾

"CLOUDED" (2)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: this one is shorter than the first one so about 1.1k words. It's more build up

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: This shit got stuck in my head and wouldn't fucking leave so now I'm making y'all read it. more fluff, aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, MINORS DNI, n words used so be warned. lots of flirting and suggestive behavior. cussing

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

It didn't fucking work. 

If anything it only made the desire for you deepen. His hand did what it could. But it wasn’t wet enough, wasn’t warm enough. It didn’t gush for him. It wouldn’t whimper when he slid his tip inside. It wouldn't give him what he wanted. His self pleasure session only worsened his thoughts, doing nothing to satiate the hunger he felt deep down inside. After another shower, he walks over to his window that looks down into the backyard. 

It seemed so alive. 

Bodies move to the music, white paper plates folding from the weight of food, heavy laughter coating words from elders as stories pass through the air. Folding chairs were filled with family, kids running barefoot as the heat from the grills rise. Unaware of the eyes that watch you from above, you sit in a state of bliss. Red stained lip prints on your cheeks from aunties and sticky hugs from the little ones were a norm when you were here, your home away from home. “Y/N, girl them greens and cornbread been doing you some good baby.” an auntie calls out as you walk pass. You shake your head and try to hide the smile spreading across your face. “Chile, she better not let nephew see her. He gone have a heartattack.” a whispered joke floats to your ears. And it's in that moment that you realize it…

“Ocean, where is Ony?” 

You watch your best friend’s shoulders tense as she tries to hide the shift in her facial features. “Uh…he’s here.” she says with a quick turn back to the food table. Your head tilts at her as it dawns on you, “You’re hiding something from me.” You state. “What you mean?” she says a bit more breathless than she should. “I mean I’ve been your best friend as long as I can remember and I know when you’re lying or keeping a secret because you get to biting on the inside of your lip. So I’m gone as you again, where your brother at and what did yall do?”  Her head snaps to you, “Now why am I in it?!” You give her your famous IKYFL face. “Look, he is here. He just upstairs in his room. He wasn’t feeling up for it I guess.” she mumbles slapping more food on her plate.  Your brows pull together in confusion. “So you mean to tell me. Onyankopon. The king of backyard playlists. The superstar troublemaker. The karaoke king…is skipping a family reunion.” Ocean fumbles out a quick, “Yeah. He just wasn't feeling all that good.” You nod slowly taking a small bite of your food before speaking again. “So am I not your best friend or something? Do I know know you like the back of my hand?” You say to her. “Duh, anybody and they mama knows that.” she says with a roll of her neck. “Exactly. And I know when you and your brother done did something or got into something.” You quip back. Her mouth falls open but there is no rebuttal.

“I’ll be back.” you say to her and before she has a chance to stop you, you slip through the crowd of people and into the house. Never in all the years that you’ve come over has this house been quiet. That's how you knew something was off. Your feet carry you up the stairs and toward his bedroom door. Your heart is racing the closer you get. “I just need to lay eyes on him. Say hey or something.” You mumble, making excuses for yourself. Soft thudding and muffled curses meet you as you raise your hand to knock on the door. One tap. Two taps. And a soft…

“Ony?” 

Halted steps and a slew of cusses seep under the door. You swallow heavy and open your mouth to call his name again but instead you’re met with a breathless. “Yeah?” It sounded so off. Strained like he had to force it from his lungs. “You good?” you ask stepping closer to his door. Another beat of silence. Then steps. “Y-yeah, I'm cool.” You squint in confusion. Okay what the hell is really going on. “Sooooo…” you sing out, “You just decided to skip the family reunion? Since when we start doing that?” Nothing. On the other side of the door, Ony racks his brain for an excuse that would make sense. His eyes trail down his body at his current pressing issue and he stifles a groan of frustration. “Ony, don’t make me come in there.” you say, hand reaching to turn the knob. His eyes widen while on the other side of the door yours narrow. “Please don’t.” he whispers but you hear it as clear as day. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you question. He is as quiet as a mouse. “Onyankopon.” you say sternly. “Yeah?” he hates the way his voice betrayed him. “So you not coming out?” you ask softly. Ony’s heart breaks at the uncertainty of your voice. Come on my nigga, you stronger than this. “Uh. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be out there.” You sigh wanting to push more but you know there is nothing more you can gain from that. “Fine.”

You make your way back outside and find Ocean standing in the same spot. Her eyes widen as she sees you approaching. “You saw him?” she rushes out. “He said he would be out here in a few. Now do either one of yall want to explain what’s going on? Is this a sibling thing y’all can't talk about or something?” you ask her, hand on your hip as you try to maintain your frustration. “Nonono it's not like that it's just…” Her eyes shift from you to behind you, sentence trailing off. You turn to see what took her attention and your mouth damn near drops when you see him. You do everything in your power to not squeeze your thighs together at just the sight of him. Gahdamn. Crisp white tee cutting into his biceps just right, double cuban link chains glistening from the soft rays of sunshine, simple stacked jeans tailored to his body and shoes that look like they came fresh out the box. Clean. Casual. Effortless. His mom claps her hands with glee as she rushes up to him, “There is my handsome son. About time you showed up! Come on out here and join your family.” He offers her one of his million dollar smiles and it warms you up until you think about the fact that…

This nigga aint looked at me all day. 

Why did that irk your nerves? Was it because you knew you wore this dress specifically for him? Or maybe because you took more time than you care to admit trying to find the perfect fragrance just to get one of his teasing compliments. You shake it off. He just came outside. Give him time. It's not like he’s avoiding you or anything, right?...

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[nieceeee]

"CLOUDED" (2)

P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?

WC: this one is shorter than the first one so about 1.1k words. It's more build up

Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader

A/N: This shit got stuck in my head and wouldn't fucking leave so now I'm making y'all read it. more fluff, aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, MINORS DNI, n words used so be warned. lots of flirting and suggestive behavior. cussing

pt 1, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

It didn't fucking work. 

If anything it only made the desire for you deepen. His hand did what it could. But it wasn’t wet enough, wasn’t warm enough. It didn’t gush for him. It wouldn’t whimper when he slid his tip inside. It wouldn't give him what he wanted. His self pleasure session only worsened his thoughts, doing nothing to satiate the hunger he felt deep down inside. After another shower, he walks over to his window that looks down into the backyard. 

It seemed so alive. 

Bodies move to the music, white paper plates folding from the weight of food, heavy laughter coating words from elders as stories pass through the air. Folding chairs were filled with family, kids running barefoot as the heat from the grills rise. Unaware of the eyes that watch you from above, you sit in a state of bliss. Red stained lip prints on your cheeks from aunties and sticky hugs from the little ones were a norm when you were here, your home away from home. “Y/N, girl them greens and cornbread been doing you some good baby.” an auntie calls out as you walk pass. You shake your head and try to hide the smile spreading across your face. “Chile, she better not let nephew see her. He gone have a heartattack.” a whispered joke floats to your ears. And it's in that moment that you realize it…

“Ocean, where is Ony?” 

You watch your best friend’s shoulders tense as she tries to hide the shift in her facial features. “Uh…he’s here.” she says with a quick turn back to the food table. Your head tilts at her as it dawns on you, “You’re hiding something from me.” You state. “What you mean?” she says a bit more breathless than she should. “I mean I’ve been your best friend as long as I can remember and I know when you’re lying or keeping a secret because you get to biting on the inside of your lip. So I’m gone as you again, where your brother at and what did yall do?”  Her head snaps to you, “Now why am I in it?!” You give her your famous IKYFL face. “Look, he is here. He just upstairs in his room. He wasn’t feeling up for it I guess.” she mumbles slapping more food on her plate.  Your brows pull together in confusion. “So you mean to tell me. Onyankopon. The king of backyard playlists. The superstar troublemaker. The karaoke king…is skipping a family reunion.” Ocean fumbles out a quick, “Yeah. He just wasn't feeling all that good.” You nod slowly taking a small bite of your food before speaking again. “So am I not your best friend or something? Do I know know you like the back of my hand?” You say to her. “Duh, anybody and they mama knows that.” she says with a roll of her neck. “Exactly. And I know when you and your brother done did something or got into something.” You quip back. Her mouth falls open but there is no rebuttal.

“I’ll be back.” you say to her and before she has a chance to stop you, you slip through the crowd of people and into the house. Never in all the years that you’ve come over has this house been quiet. That's how you knew something was off. Your feet carry you up the stairs and toward his bedroom door. Your heart is racing the closer you get. “I just need to lay eyes on him. Say hey or something.” You mumble, making excuses for yourself. Soft thudding and muffled curses meet you as you raise your hand to knock on the door. One tap. Two taps. And a soft…

“Ony?” 

Halted steps and a slew of cusses seep under the door. You swallow heavy and open your mouth to call his name again but instead you’re met with a breathless. “Yeah?” It sounded so off. Strained like he had to force it from his lungs. “You good?” you ask stepping closer to his door. Another beat of silence. Then steps. “Y-yeah, I'm cool.” You squint in confusion. Okay what the hell is really going on. “Sooooo…” you sing out, “You just decided to skip the family reunion? Since when we start doing that?” Nothing. On the other side of the door, Ony racks his brain for an excuse that would make sense. His eyes trail down his body at his current pressing issue and he stifles a groan of frustration. “Ony, don’t make me come in there.” you say, hand reaching to turn the knob. His eyes widen while on the other side of the door yours narrow. “Please don’t.” he whispers but you hear it as clear as day. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you question. He is as quiet as a mouse. “Onyankopon.” you say sternly. “Yeah?” he hates the way his voice betrayed him. “So you not coming out?” you ask softly. Ony’s heart breaks at the uncertainty of your voice. Come on my nigga, you stronger than this. “Uh. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be out there.” You sigh wanting to push more but you know there is nothing more you can gain from that. “Fine.”

You make your way back outside and find Ocean standing in the same spot. Her eyes widen as she sees you approaching. “You saw him?” she rushes out. “He said he would be out here in a few. Now do either one of yall want to explain what’s going on? Is this a sibling thing y’all can't talk about or something?” you ask her, hand on your hip as you try to maintain your frustration. “Nonono it's not like that it's just…” Her eyes shift from you to behind you, sentence trailing off. You turn to see what took her attention and your mouth damn near drops when you see him. You do everything in your power to not squeeze your thighs together at just the sight of him. Gahdamn. Crisp white tee cutting into his biceps just right, double cuban link chains glistening from the soft rays of sunshine, simple stacked jeans tailored to his body and shoes that look like they came fresh out the box. Clean. Casual. Effortless. His mom claps her hands with glee as she rushes up to him, “There is my handsome son. About time you showed up! Come on out here and join your family.” He offers her one of his million dollar smiles and it warms you up until you think about the fact that…

This nigga aint looked at me all day. 

Why did that irk your nerves? Was it because you knew you wore this dress specifically for him? Or maybe because you took more time than you care to admit trying to find the perfect fragrance just to get one of his teasing compliments. You shake it off. He just came outside. Give him time. It's not like he’s avoiding you or anything, right?...

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