#ddot x reader

[toomuchsugar-hill]

HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT: Sugarhill Ddot’s Secret Romance

(Xreader with chosen name fanfic)

The soft glow of neon lights bathed the small recording studio in hues of pink and blue. Sugarhill Ddot sat back in his chair, his hoodie pulled low over his face as the instrumental for his next track looped in the background. His phone buzzed constantly on the desk beside him—fans flooding his Instagram with comments about his latest single, My Baby, with Star Bandz.

The collaboration had set the internet on fire. Fans adored their chemistry on the track, the way their voices intertwined so effortlessly. But their obsession didn’t stop there. Every Instagram post, every story, every livestream was dissected for clues about the nature of their relationship. Were they just collaborators? Best friends? Or something more?

For Ddot, it was almost amusing. Almost.

He glanced at the tattoo peeking out from behind his ear, the name “Sonder” etched in delicate red ink. If only they knew the truth.

(The Beginning of Something Real)

Ddot had known Star for over a year. They met through mutual friends in the industry and quickly hit it off as collaborators. Star was loud, confident, and unapologetically ambitious—a mirror to Ddot’s own charisma. But it wasn’t until he met her sister, Sonder, that things shifted.

Sonder wasn’t anything like her twin. Where Star thrived in the spotlight, Sonder stayed in the shadows. She was shorter, curvier, with dark, coiled curls that framed her face. She rarely said much, but when she did, her voice carried a quiet strength that captivated Ddot.

At first, their interactions were casual. She’d pass through the room during one of Star’s late-night studio sessions, offering snacks or drinks before disappearing back to her room. But something about her lingered in his mind.

One night, after wrapping up a session with Star, Ddot found Sonder sitting on the back porch, her sketchbook balanced on her knees.

“Didn’t think you’d still be up,” he said, stepping outside.

She looked up, startled, before offering him a shy smile. “I like it out here. It’s quiet.”

He sat down beside her, glancing at the sketch she was working on. It was a beautiful design—an abstract mix of shapes and symbols.

“You made this?” he asked, genuinely impressed.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It’s just for fun.”

“Nah, this ain’t just for fun. This is talent.”

She blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”

That night, they talked for hours. It was the first time Ddot felt like someone saw him—not the rising star, not the face of Sugarhill—but just him.

________

Their relationship blossomed in secret. They knew the risks of going public, especially with the way fans were already shipping Ddot and Star. The industry thrived on drama, and the idea of him dating Star’s twin sister would send people into a frenzy.

Ddot didn’t care about the rumors, but he cared about Sonder. She wasn’t built for the spotlight the way her sister was. The idea of her being dragged into his chaotic world made him protective of her in ways he hadn’t expected.

Their moments together were stolen and sacred. Late-night FaceTime calls, long drives to secluded spots, whispered conversations in the corners of Star’s house when no one was looking.

“You really got me out here sneaking around,” Sonder teased one evening as they sat in his car, parked at the edge of a quiet park.

He smirked, leaning closer. “You complaining?”

She laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “Not really.”

_______

Ddot was never one to shy away from bold decisions. So when he decided to get Sonder’s name tattooed behind his ear, it felt natural—like a promise.

The ink was simple but meaningful, a testament to the girl who had stolen his heart without even trying. When he posted a close-up of the tattoo on Instagram, the caption read: “Something personal.”

Fans went wild. Theories swirled: Was it a song title? A tribute to someone in his life? Star’s name wasn’t Sonder, so the connection wasn’t obvious.

For a while, the mystery stayed intact. But that all changed during a now-infamous livestream.

(The Stream That Changed Everything)

Ddot was streaming with his closest friends—Brooklyn, DD, and Jay. The energy was high, the banter playful as they laughed and joked with the thousands of fans watching.

“Yo, Ddot,” Brooklyn said suddenly, leaning closer to the screen. “What’s that on your neck?”

Ddot froze, his hand instinctively flying up to cover the hickey just barely visible under his hoodie.

Brooklyn grinned mischievously. “Nah, don’t even try to hide it now! What’s that, my guy?”

The chat exploded. Messages like “WHO GAVE HIM THAT?!” and “DDOT GOT A GIRL???” scrolled by faster than he could read.

DD, never one to miss an opportunity, jumped in. “Hold up, hold up. And what about that tattoo you posted? ‘Sonder’? That her name?”

Ddot laughed nervously, his usual swagger momentarily faltering. “Y’all doing too much, man.”

But Brooklyn wasn’t letting up. “So you got someone’s name tatted and a hickey in the same week? Bro, you in love or what?”

Ddot mumbled something unintelligible, then abruptly stood up and walked off-camera, leaving his friends—and the fans—buzzing with speculation.

_______

The internet went into overdrive after the stream. Fans dissected every detail, piecing together clues in their quest to uncover Ddot’s mystery girl. When one particularly persistent fan discovered Sonder’s private Instagram account, everything unraveled.

The account was filled with photos that told a story no one had expected. Pictures of Sonder and Ddot cuddling on a couch, selfies of them kissing, and videos of him laughing with her in the background.

The leaks spread like wildfire. Within hours, Sonder’s name was trending, and the narrative shifted from “Are Star and Ddot dating?” to “Who is Sonder, and why didn’t we know about her?”

(The Fallout)

Sonder wasn’t prepared for the attention. Her phone buzzed nonstop with notifications—some supportive, but many cruel.

“Stay away from Ddot!”

“You’re ruining his career!”

“You’re just jealous of your sister!”

The rumors hurt more than she let on, but she tried to stay strong.

Star, however, wasn’t having it.

______

During her next livestream, Star decided to address the situation head-on. She sat in front of the camera, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

“Alright, I gotta say something,” she began, her voice firm.

The chat lit up instantly, fans begging for answers.

“First of all, y’all need to leave my sister alone,” Star said, leaning closer to the camera.

The messages slowed, as if the viewers were holding their breath.

“Sonder didn’t ask for any of this. She’s not in the industry, she’s not chasing clout, and she’s definitely not trying to compete with me. Y’all don’t know her, so stop coming for her.”

Her voice grew sharper. “And for the record, me and Ddot? Never been a thing. My Baby was a song, not a confession. So stop trying to pit us against each other. That’s my sister, and I love her.”

Her words went viral, earning her praise from fans who admired her loyalty.

_____

Despite Star’s defense, the pressure on Sonder and Ddot didn’t let up.

One night, as they sat together in Sonder’s room, she finally voiced her fears.

“Maybe we should take a break,” she said quietly, her head resting against his shoulder.

Ddot pulled back to look at her. “What? Nah, don’t say that.”

“I just don’t want to make things harder for you,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Your fans, your career…this could ruin everything.”

“You think I care about that?” he asked, his voice firm. “I care about you. That’s it. Let them talk. Let them hate. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arms around her.

The next chapter———

Over time, the frenzy died down. Fans moved on to new rumors and scandals, and the industry shifted its focus back to Ddot’s music.

Sonder deleted her Instagram, choosing to stay out of the public eye. Ddot, meanwhile, doubled down on his career, channeling his emotions into his music.

Their love story wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs—a bond forged in the quiet moments they shared, hidden from the chaos of the world.

Because sometimes, the best things in life are worth fighting for.

[leahsbussy]

bye i’m so obsessed w dd n ddot nd js oy in general rn i need to stop

[slut4megantheestallion]

DD Osama x reader

imagine: you at the store with your friends and you meet the one and only DD osama

"Yo, I wanna go to DD Osama's concert so bad." Y/n said.

"Yeah, me to but the price is so much bro, and it's all the way in New York, Damn." Your friend said walking.

As you guys made it to the store you guys got chips, drinks, and candy.

"Wait, can u stay here I got to go get some chips." Y/n said.

"Girl we got chips." Y/n's friend with a annoyed look.

"But there mostly Taki's and Ruffles." Y/n said.

"Bitch,you are so ungrateful." Y/n's friend Said rolling her eyes.

"But you love me though." Y/n laughed walking away.

Y/n was in the isle looking for chips. until she saw DD Osama.

They made eye contact with each other, DD smiled at Y/n, while Y/n blushed hardly.

As Y/n got her chips she walked up in line where her friend is, y/n paid for everything they were ready to walk out until DD osama came up to them.

"Yeah, she got a whole school girl crush on you." Y/n friend said teasing her, y/n wanted to slap her so bad.

"Yo. what's good which yo ma," DD called out making y/n turn her head.

"I saw you looking at me, and I thought to myself why don't you go up to her. " DD said looking at me with his dreamy brown eyes, why does he have to be so fine.

"Yo, shut up, uhmm ignore her she don't know what she talkin bout, but yeah I heard you was doing yo concert in New York, what brings you here to Sugarhill." Y/n asked.

"Well, we thought about doing it there, but we decided to do it since they got more, places for us to perform because that will bring a lot of fans." DD osama said.

"I would love to go to your concert but I heard it was expensive." Y/n Said.

"Nah don't worry about it, I would never let a pretty girl spend her money to come some me," DD said looking at Y/n up and down.

"Here ,this is the ticket you can bring yo friends too, see you later, ma." DD smiled at you, walking out the store.

"Bitch, would u believe me if I told you I got his number." Y/n said looking at her friend in shock.

Y/n looked at the ticket and she turned it from the back and saw his number, now how tf did he put his number on there but, Y/n did not care nor questioned she got that nigga's phone number.

"Bitch, u didn't see the way he was looking at you, he was all over you, girl." Y/n said.

" Girl I'm so proud of u, I low key wanna see ddot he fine sucks how I didn't see him, you lucky ass bitch." Y/n's friend said.

As they walked out of the store Y/n said reliving the whole moment.

[lost-ashley]

Saw that post and I have an idea🤭 crybaby!reader x dd x ddot

On it. ASAP. HELLO?

I'm making a new account for this🤭

[toomuchsugar-hill]

CHAPTER ONE: Echos Of Us

Sugarhill Ddot fanfiction (Xreader)

Warnings- mentions of teenage pregnancy/ teenage parenthood.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Sixteen years old, standing in the middle of the park, clutching a squirming one-year-old, and having yet another heated argument with Ddot about something that probably wouldn’t matter tomorrow. But then again, not much about their lives followed the script anymore.

“Ddot, I told you to bring her extra shoes,” you said, shifting your daughter, Isadora, onto your other hip. The bright pink socks she wore stood out in stark contrast to the damp grass beneath your feet. “It’s not rocket science.”

“Man, you act like I’m supposed to remember every single thing,” he shot back, his jaw tightening in that way that meant he was holding back. “I got her snacks, didn’t I? You always on me about something.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting Isadora’s hat against the breeze. “Snacks don’t keep her feet dry when she’s running around the park like crazy.”

“Maybe if you didn’t take so long getting ready, we wouldn’t even be here this late!” His words cut sharper than you expected.

You inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the familiar pang of frustration that bubbled inside you whenever he deflected responsibility. “You know what? Forget it. Just forget it.”

Ddot ran a hand over his braids, muttering something under his breath as he stepped closer to you and Isadora. His tall frame cast a shadow over both of you, but there was no menace in it—just the weight of his presence, one you used to find comforting before everything got so complicated.

Isadora babbled, reaching out for her dad. Her small hands tugged at the hem of his hoodie, breaking the tension between the two of you.

“Hey, baby girl,” Ddot said, his voice softening instantly. He scooped her up from your arms, cradling her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And maybe she was—for both of you.

You watched him kiss her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was like this, so natural and tender with Isadora.

“She missed you,” you muttered, crossing your arms as you leaned against the park bench.

Ddot glanced at you, his dark eyes holding yours for just a moment too long. “Yeah? She tell you that?”

You didn’t answer, and he let out a soft chuckle, one that carried a trace of something deeper.

The silence stretched between you two, filled only by the sound of Isadora’s giggles and the faint hum of traffic in the distance.

Later, at your small apartment, the air between you and Ddot remained tense. He sat on the floor with Isadora, stacking blocks while you cleaned up the remnants of her lunch.

“Yo, she getting smart for real,” he said suddenly, his voice tinged with pride as Isadora clapped her hands after toppling the tower he built.

You couldn’t help but smile a little. “She gets that from me.”

“Man, whatever,” he said, shaking his head. “She got my rhythm. Watch this.”

He started clapping a little beat, and Isadora copied him with surprising accuracy. Your heart softened as you leaned against the counter, watching them. Ddot always had a way of making her laugh, a way of making her light up in a way you couldn’t quite replicate.

It was moments like these that reminded you why you’d fallen for him in the first place, even if those feelings were buried under layers of hurt and resentment now.

“She’s growing up so fast,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

Ddot looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. She is.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of routine—diaper changes, snack time, and chasing after a very energetic Isadora. By the time evening rolled around, she was finally asleep in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily.

You and Ddot sat on opposite ends of the couch, the glow of the TV casting shadows across the room. Neither of you spoke for a while, the unspoken words hanging heavy between you.

“You think we messed her up?” Ddot asked suddenly, his voice low.

The question caught you off guard. You turned to look at him, his face partially hidden in the dim light. “What?”

“Isadora,” he said, staring straight ahead. “You think she’s gonna grow up and think we ain’t love her enough ’cause we ain’t together?”

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest ache. “No,” you said after a moment. “She’s gonna know we love her. She sees it every day.”

He nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I just… I don’t want her thinking this was her fault or something.”

“She won’t,” you assured him, your voice softer now.

The silence returned, but this time it felt different, less suffocating.

“You know,” he said, breaking the quiet, “I ain’t ever stop caring about you. Even if we argue all the time.”

Your breath caught in your throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that, but it still threw you off balance every time.

“I know,” you whispered, your gaze dropping to your hands. “I just… I don’t know if we can fix this.”

He leaned back against the couch, his head tilted toward the ceiling. “Maybe we don’t need to fix it. Maybe we just figure out how to make it work… for her.”

You nodded slowly, your heart heavy with the weight of his words.

Because at the end of the day, that was what mattered most—Isadora. And maybe, just maybe, finding a way to co-exist for her sake would bring you both a little closer to figuring out what you still meant to each other.

For now, though, you let the moment linger, the unspoken promises and lingering feelings filling the space between you. Because even in the chaos of your young, complicated lives, there was something undeniably real between you and Ddot—something neither of you could quite let go.

[toomuchsugar-hill]

I have another shot of Sonder and Ddot deciding to date lemme know if yall want it <3

Not my edit btw

[leahsbussy]

kay flock is sososososososososososososososooooooooo fine

also no oy nigga except quan, keem, rundown, block work and maybe bloodie dee and dudey r onnat .. i hate light skin niggas .

n no shade but dd ( NO OFFENSE ) is not about that . only ddot was he was in all the old sugarhill videos . notti kinda was but ionk .

and rip notti he was so fine 😔😔😔

sorry for my rant i will get back in my sturniolo phase soon . 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[toomuchsugar-hill]

DD OSAMA: “coming home late”

Xreader fanfiction (all characters are 18 years and over)

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each sound louder and more grating as the minutes dragged on. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap and your phone clutched tightly in your hand. It was almost 2 a.m., and DD Osama still wasn’t home.

This wasn’t the first time he’d stayed out late, but tonight felt different. He hadn’t answered your texts or calls, and the sinking feeling in your chest grew heavier with every passing minute.

You tried to rationalize it. Maybe he was stuck in the studio or handling something important. But the anxiety gnawed at you, and frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.

When you finally heard the jangle of keys at the door, your heart jumped. The door creaked open, and DD stepped inside, his hoodie pulled low over his face, and the faint smell of smoke clinging to his clothes.

“You’re just now getting home?” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

He froze, clearly not expecting you to be awake. “Damn, you still up?”

“Of course I’m still up,” you said, standing from the couch. “You didn’t answer my calls, you didn’t text back. I was worried about you, DD!”

He sighed, running a hand over his face as he closed the door behind him. “Chill, ma. I’m here now, ain’t I?”

“Don’t ‘chill’ me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Do you know what time it is? Where were you?”

The Argument———

DD dropped his keys on the counter and leaned against it, his jaw tightening. “I was out handling business. You already know how it is.”

“Business?” you repeated, your voice rising. “It’s always business with you. You don’t think I deserve to know where you are or what you’re doing?”

“You don’t need to know everything I do,” he said defensively, his tone laced with irritation.

“That’s not the point, and you know it!” you said, stepping closer to him. “I’m not asking for a play-by-play of your life. I’m asking for basic respect, DD. A text, a call—something to let me know you’re okay.”

He shook his head, his frustration evident. “It’s not that simple, my heart. You know what kind of life I live. Sometimes I can’t just stop and send a text.”

“And I’m supposed to be okay with that?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I’m supposed to sit here and wait all night, wondering if you’re safe, if you’re even coming home?”

DD’s face softened for a moment, but his pride wouldn’t let him fully back down. “I’m doing this for us. Everything I do out there is for you, for our future.”

You scoffed, tears pricking your eyes. “What future, DD? A future where I’m constantly worried about losing you? Where I’m the last thing on your mind?”

His silence was deafening.

______

Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You hated fighting with him. You knew his life wasn’t easy, and you tried your best to be understanding. But nights like this made it hard to ignore the fear that one day he might not come home at all.

DD stayed in the kitchen for a while, the weight of your words sinking in. He hated seeing you upset, hated knowing he was the cause of your pain. But he didn’t know how to make it better—not when the life he lived demanded so much from him.

After a while, he pushed off the counter and made his way to the bedroom. The door creaked open, and he saw you sitting on the bed, your back to him.

“My heart,” he said softly, stepping inside.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his chest tightening. “I know you’re mad, and you got every right to be. But I can’t let you go to bed like this.”

You didn’t respond, your silence cutting deeper than any words could.

Making It Right——-

DD crossed the room and sat down beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out, his hand brushing against yours, but you pulled away.

“I don’t want to talk right now,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Then don’t talk,” he said gently. “Just listen.”

You hesitated but didn’t move, allowing him to continue.

“I know I mess up sometimes,” he admitted, his voice low. “I know I don’t always do things the way you want me to. But I need you to know that you’re my everything. You’re my heart, my reason for doing all this.”

He reached out again, this time cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him. His eyes searched yours, filled with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“I’m trying, ma. I swear I am. I just… I don’t know how to be anything else but this. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To make you feel safe.”

Your resolve began to crack, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the walls you’d built around your heart.

“You can’t just say that, DD,” you said quietly. “You have to show me.”

“I will,” he promised, leaning closer. “Starting right now.”

______

He pressed his lips to yours, slow and deliberate, as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough but tender.

You wanted to stay mad, to hold onto your anger and prove a point. But the way his hands moved, gentle yet possessive, made it impossible to resist him.

“DD…” you whispered, but he silenced you with another kiss, his lips trailing down your neck in a way that sent shivers through your body.

“This ain’t just for me,” he said, his voice a mix of apology and desire. “It’s for you. Because you’re my heart, and I can’t lose you.”

His hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a fire that made you forget, at least for the moment, all the frustration and fear.

The Morning After—-

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the way DD’s arm was draped over your waist, holding you close. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

You turned your head to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep. For all his bravado and toughness, there was a softness to him in moments like this that reminded you why you stayed.

As if sensing your gaze, his eyes fluttered open, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Morning, my heart.”

“Morning,” you replied softly.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You still mad at me?”

“A little,” you admitted, though your tone was lighter.

“I’ll take that,” he said with a chuckle, pulling you closer. “But I’m serious about what I said last night. I’m gonna do better—for you, for us.”

You nodded, hope flickering in your chest. “You better.”

“I will,” he promised, his eyes holding yours. “Because you’re worth it.”

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could weather the storm together.

I’ll write the smut scene too if you want <3