#plug!ony x reader

[dreamyvill]

Arine was beyond an all American girl, picture perfect in the most chaotic way she loved every bit of life she could suck into her veins. All she ever wanted was to be better than her mom, for her mom get the good grades she’d been on the honor role since her 10th grade year. Her future was planned to the very tee.

It was dark and loud outside the cicadas or the crickets, maybe even both we just as loud as any spring. The stars bulging their sparkles through the Louisiana sky.

Walking home, to her off campus apartment eyes glued to her phone taking deep breaths in as she laughed and scrolled on TikTok. Before she heard a call.

“Aye, Pretty girl.” The based voice spoke out into the night.

“Pretty girl in the White sweater.” Pausing looking at her clothing before she sucked in a sigh and reached into her purse holding on to her best friend during times like this.

“Yeah?” She responded trying to remain calm and keep the clearly larger man happy. Like she’d learned to do just give them what they want replace later, because the one thing she couldn’t replace was her life.

“Woah there pretty girl I was just trying to give these back to you.” The chocolate man said with his shinning white teeth showing in the night as well as his sliver nose studs that rested in his nose.

Looking down at his big nicely maintained hands holding her AirPod case. Cursing under her breath frantically patting her pockets to find them missing.

“Thank you so much, I lose them all the time.” He smiled at her being so flustered. Licking his lips trying to hide his pearly white smile, he just stared at her pretty plump lips, as she rambled on. Not even listening just paying attention to her features.

He noticed her button nose and her dark brown eyes, and her slight southern accent. She smelled like baby powder and vanilla, her sweet scent made him feel good. He was pulled from her presence when she started walking away.

Thinking fast, body on autopilot he went after her shooting his shot, knowing he’d regret it if he let her walk into the night.

“Yo, excuse me this may be a lil forward but I was wondering if I could take you out?” He asked right hand on the back of his neck, nervous.

“Like a date? Or you just want lil sex? She said with her glossy lips, she knew she was very attractive and so was he but she wasn’t going to ignore the possibility.

She’d gotten her hopes up about dates far too many times just to be met with “Netflix and chill” or being asked what she wanted to do. She didn’t want to be a “guys only want one thing.” Type of girl but this was. Collage, where hook up culture is at its peak.

Much like high school it’s rare to meet a guy as a pretty girl that didn’t wasn’t to smash.

“Who said anything about that, look pretty thow about we go to the fair? No sex required I promise.” He said flashing her a contagious smile that left she dazed for a few seconds.

“Pinky?” She said sticking out her pinky causing him to laugh. Before he returned it.

“Okay my number is 225******* text me so I can save it.”

929********

Ony, this you pretty?

225********

This is Arin, I like your name Ony

“I’ll see you Ony” Arin said bidding him goodbye giving a hug and a little wave before they both went on their way. Again checking for her AirPods deciding to hold them as she went home.

-

“Not to be a negative Nancy but you don’t know this man, Arin he would be a criminal or something.” Arins roommate Alana said.

“Don’t say that you’ll sike me out and then I won’t want to go.” Arin said as she stood over the pot of stew chicken pouring it over rice with a ladle. Before passing it to the next person in the line at the soup kitchen.

“I’m sorry but he could be, but let’s say he’s not do you think you’ll get into a relationship with him?” Alana said handing out big scoops of rice on people’s bowls.

“I don’t know I haven’t really thought about that, right now we’re still strangers so we’ll just have to see.” She said before her phone buzzed.

Ony🫠

Wyd

Pretty🫧

I’m busy at the soup kitchen helping serve can I call you later?

Ony🫠

Of course you can pretty just call

Pretty🫧 loved of course you can pretty just call

“I’m so sorry about that” she said grabbing the ladle going to scoop some of the stew on the women’s plate, whom gives a thank you as the line continues into the day until everyone’s served.

-

Playing summer walkers “girls need love ft drake”

Sitting in your pretty pink bed in your lavishly decorated bedroom, in your off-campus apartment. Big beautiful light pink drapes layered at the base of your sheer white curtains that allowed sunlight in to pass throw the crystal beaded wind chims.

The sun setting as you lie on your bed doing a makeshift spa day, rollers in your hair, bath towel hugging your body, adding the top coat in your freshly polished toes as your phone rang.

Incoming FaceTime call from Ony 🫠

Jumping up to answer the phone frantically looking for your phone in the blankets, clearing your voice trying to calm yourself before you answered the phone.

“Hey pretty” blushing, your belly filling with warmth at his deep voice taking in his appearance. He had one a white wife beater hugging his muscles, and some gray sweatpants that had you salivating.

“Hey Ony, how are you” Your smooth voice birthing that light southern tongue that did nothing to stop the proper-ness in your voice earning a pretty smile from him.

Getting through the nitty gritty of each other’s day, talking about the smaller things.

“Hollon let me try again please how do I say it again?” You said as Ony laughed at you being unable to pronounce his name.

“On-yan-kopon” he said slowly and then you tired to repeat failing miserably making Ony burst out laughing.

“S’not funny Ony!” You said trying to keep the smile off of your face before joining his laughter. Letting the conversation drift off not paying attention to what he was saying just focusing on his face.

“Whatchu’ looking at pretty?” He said staring back into his eyes. Dazed she gave a Kurt smile before saying.

“You”

“Yea? You looking at me?” He repeated and she nodded “you can look at me all you want Friday at the fair?” He told her making her eyebrow raise.

“Excuse me sir, did you just ask me on a date?” She stated having him nod slightly confused. “No you didn’t ask me anything your going to have to make it a complete sentence” she demanded pulling another laugh from him.

“Will you go on a date to the fair with me Friday at 6pm Arin?” He finished, a smile slowly found its way to her face as she tapped her chin feigning thought.

“Of course” she said happily both smiling and cheering they talked for the rest of the night.

Not really proofread also sorry for the POV jumping I wrote it as I thought about it so apologies for that.

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[merakidoll]

ony + grills

“you feelin good huh mama?” you hummed, inhaling his intoxicating scent in the sheets. your ass bounced as you shook it looking back him. onyankopon looked yummy, no shirt on with nike shorts. his gold chain dangled on his neck, and the gold that decorated his teeth shined when he gave you a small smile shaking his head.

“daddyyy” you whined, backing up to press your ass against his tummy, ony landed a smack to your cheek then immediately landed down and kissed it. his breath fanned over your cunt, his eyes trained on the cream that dripped out of your hole. “mmm” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into the sheet, and arch going deeper. his tounge flicked from your clit to hole, dipping itself inside of you. “yess!” you bounced back against him, pushing against the man’s face while your hips slightly swirled.

“that’s it daddy, t-taste good hm?” pushing your hand back, you held his face in your cunt. curved nails rubbing over his waves. onyankopon was in heaven, was breathing hard? yes. was he quite literally drowning? yes. but he wouldn’t dare move, moaning in your pussy, while his balls were feeling heavy and full just from your taste. your sounds

were angelic, making him push his face deeper into your ass and spread your cheeks wanting to make you cum and lick it up again. your teeth dug into your glossed lip, tears pooling down your face - your ears were ringing, your praises to him so utterly disgusting and incoherent.

“o-onyyyy! mm fuck! l-love how you eatting m’pussyyy” your hole clenched, cream dripping out of you that ony quickly caught. his lips warped around your puffy fat clit sucking it making your toes curl in the heels you wore. “ohmygodddd” your screamed falling out of your position, squirting all over his sheets that now had a puddle. your body shook, your eyes opening to look at onyankopon while your pussy still spasmed. “good fuckin shit” his grills were gritted together, his face glistening in your essence and his dark brown cock in his large hand, being tugged and pulled.

you shakily moved to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking it while your hands clasped around his balls. “fuckin sluttt” his head was thrown back, chain dangling while his cum filled your mouth. you swallow him down with each rope, continuing to suck him dry even when you felt him get limp in your mouth. you finally let him go with a giggle at how he still was in a post orgasm haze. he looked down at you with low eyes and a sexy smirk. his fat pink lips being licked at, “you dangerous mama” he shook his head and reached down rubbing your cheek. “your dad gone kill me”

did i forget to mention that your dad was the same on who supplied onyankopon the amazing weed he was selling?

[alanaaii]

THE BIG 3 - twitter links ☆

ONY, EREN, & CONNIE

A little short. 18+ ALL BLACK.

ONYANKOPON -

Ramming you from behind before bed.

Riding him in his car after you get that “come outside” text.

Can we at least get upstairs? no?

Coming home after a party

He won’t let you finish cooking before he want to be in your guts again :(

CONNIE -

rearranging your guts when you got home, making sure you ain’t walking tomorrow.

Showing you how much he loves that ass.

Loving him in the backseat.

Going over his place for the night. He can’t keep his hands off you.

EREN-

Taking it so well for him in your cute lingerie.

Forcing you down on it.

[rissouu]

Can you do a story with plugony about him and his gf doing a drop off together because she begged to be there with him and one of his female clients start to flirt with her right in front of him and what his reaction would be ?

I. GOT. YOU. LET. ME. COOK.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat as ony went back and forth with some girl through the window. earlier, you had begged him to let you ride around with him to make drops and surprisingly he let you.

usually the overprotective man would say ‘no, i don’t want you around all `dat’ but he wanted to be in your presence right now, so fuck it.

you casually scrolled through your phone— not paying the two any mind. ony was a popular dealer so of course he’d have to deal with female clients as well, you didn’t mind it. but, they did get out of hand at times.

“c’mon bro you knew an eighth was gon’ be thirty, i been told you dat’.” ony was fed up with the annoying girl, she kept asking for him to lower the price. which he wasn’t going to since he let her know how much it was before hand, and she was okay with it.

now she was fucking with his time and his money, shit he never took lightly.

“onyyy don’t be like that.. maybe i can repay you in other ways?” she took one glance at you and cockily smiled, she knew what she was doing. her hands slipped through the car window in an attempt to touch his chest.. but before she could even do so the man slapped her hand away.

“oh this bitch got me-“ you leaned up from your seat—already preparing to whip some ass. evidently you didn’t want to cause ony to lose any clients but, oh fucking well. you weren’t going to let her disrespect you without retaliating, period.

as soon as you reached for the door ony locked it, placing his hand on your thigh in an attempt to cool you down.

“no ony cause she need her ass beat, ion know why she playing wit’ me!” one stern look and a rough squeeze to your thigh was all it took for you to hush. you were still heated of course but it wasn’t worth making your man upset, he didn’t like you fighting at all. you were too pretty for it, honestly.

“i got it mama, let daddy handle it. ight?” you reluctantly nodded before sitting back in your comfortable position. because if your man said he’d handle it, then he would.

ony chuckled lowly while grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, sitting it on the dashboard so that the girl would see it.

“you see my girl sitting right here dawg.. fuck is you playin’ for?” the girl watched him with nothing but pure fear in her eyes as he slowly picked up the gun— aiming it to her head.

“you played wit’ my time.. my money.. and my girl,” ony grinned before nodding his head towards you which took her attention off of him and onto you..

“ain’t she pretty?” instead of answering verbally the girl decided on a simple nod, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or just scared for her life.

“fuck wit’ her again and you dead, now gimmie my thirty broke ass girl”

[liyah-a]

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ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ!!

[onysfavreader]

Random hc of being Ony's hyperfemblack!wife

You getting spoiled way to much but Ony who doesn't mind because his girl deserves the universe and more

Ony who can never have enough pictures and videos of you on his phone because he is quick to show you off at any chance you recording little maintenance vlogs for your photo shoots together

Ony who just loves you so much and never want to not see you smile

Ony being the only one to help you handle your emotions and make you feel better because he knows you can't help but be so emotional "Shh baby tell me what's wrong" "What happened ma why you look so upset"

Picks you up if you try to walk away from him when you're upset

Ony letting you decorate bc you're helping each other create your dream lives and that included giving you your dream pinterest house and closet lmao

You being the only one who gets to see Ony's soft side after you spent forever trying to get through to him like he put you through the worst when you first started talking but now he makes up for it every day and you brag about it to yourself because it took you forever to get him to that point

You not being any better in the beginning of your relationship those half assed ‘situationships’ could never prepare you for your relationship with Ony your the reason ony’s patience and trust for you is as high as it is

You two giving golden retriever and black cat energy Ony doesn’t look like he likes anyone and doesn’t but is the sweetest ever once you really get to know him especially to you and you looking the sweetest on the outside but you’re are worse then people think Ony is

Ony supporting you through everything and you doing the same even if you don't know exactly what he's doing you trust him

You walking around wrapped in a robe or one of many blankets almost everyday bc your always cold until Ony caught on buying you hoodies and jackets in his size just to see how cute you look when they cover so much more of your body than his

Ony giving you all the hugs kisses and praises he can because he knows you fiend off his attention and will throw the worst fits when you don't get it

You holding onys two fingers instead of his hand bc he's so big

Ony who lifts double your weight on a bad day this and just picks you up and you love it until he pisses you off "Put my ass down now" you shout trying to push him away "Why you not talking to me ma what's wrong" "Boy fuck you" "We gotta work on the mouth of yours" "Ony put me down" You laughed as he carried you to your bedroom “Don’t laugh now” “Baby I’m sorry” “I don’t want to hear none of that ma”

You absolutely loving Ony and the life you've built together

You're only piece of gold jewelry is an anklet with an 'o' charm and you refuse to take off even after he offered to get it in silver

Buying Ony just as many if not more flowers then he buys you

Ony and you having two dogs that are your babies. Ony's being some big 'scary' dog like a black pit bull that absolutely adores you and your a cute little brown toy poodle that Ony tries not to trip over bc they follow him almost as much as you follow him

You and Ony would have different "rooms" that would be your own space yours would be in the attic and he would have his in the basement but you two would still have your bed room

Ony never letting you know what he does for work but he keeps you safe and happy so you push your suspensions aside

You and Ony being the cutest together like your head over heels for him and he completely adores you

You being onys entire world and universe sun and all with the brightest smile on your pretty face and biggest heart

You both having to learn to love but know you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives so you push through the rough patches

Ony cooks and you bake

Ony doing the bathroom, dish, taking out the trash, fixing things, lawn work, bills, bugs, ect

You organizing, decorates, takes care of the dogs, cleans laundry, houses maintenance, groceries, ect

You and Ony who spoil each other rotten and love it

You doing Ony's hair and it's just a cute moment between you two every few weeks one of you will set up the bathroom before going to get the other then you'll sit on the sink with him in front of you most off the time it's quiet as Ony watches you concentrate

You rarely buying Ony gifts because you're always making something for him

You never being able to get enough of Ony

You have the prettiest garden with flowers herbs and fruits that you somehow managed to scared the dogs away from and plug!Ony will some times ask for help when growing his weed

- smut

Definitely the daddy dom of your my dreams he can be the sweetest softest dom ever or the scariest brat tamer but a pleasure dom either way

You almost being apillow princess bc Ony loves being the one to make you cum just by using you but you knowing how to suck it off the bone and neither of you can resist having him down your throat

You being a sweetheart but when you aren’t you can get a horrible attitude and smart mouth only Ony can handle because he knows how to keep your mouth full

Ony can't help but come inside of you so he pays for your birth control

Ony's 's so big and strong and so so big especially compared to you and you love it just the thought turns you on like just looking up at him while you standing next to him maybe holding his fingers and all you can do is squeeze your legs together

Ony fucking you in his hoodies

His voice is music to your ears but His praise will make you're eyes roll back and brain go dumb every time "Fuck you're so good baby just like that" "There you go ma"

You calling him daddy bc what is an Ony

Being each other's biggest eaters

Ony will pick you up and carry you away to your bedroom when he needs you and when you need him you’ll wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist or you’ll straddle his lap until he eventually gets it

You are definitely kinker then ony hands down and has to teach him things like

You liking soft intimate sex and Ony who fucks you so hard you go dumb almost every time And somehow he always knows which one you need

[jeonquiquiintheflesh]

I have been loving the thought of plug!Onyankopon, plug!Connie and black!reader polyamory relationship

YOU SNEAKING OUT TO GO TO A PARTY THAT ONYA AND CON SAID YOU COULDNT GO TO WHILE THEY WERE OUT MAKING DROPS. YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN THROWING ASS AND WHINING UP YOURSELF. YOU TURN TO GET A DRINK AND SEE ONYA WALK IN THE PARTY, SO YOU DIP OUT THE BACK RUNNING TO YOUR CAR JUST TO SEE CON POSTED UP AT YOUR CAR. YOU BEGIN TO WALK BACKWARDS, BUT BUMP INTO A HARD CHEST. YOU LOOK UP TO SEE ONYA.

”get your ass in the car.”

[bowsnstrings]

30 For 30!

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️🏾

Summary: After meeting once again in the club, Milana allows Ony to come to her home in one surprising effort to explore her feelings. However, will she be able to get out of her own head enough to really let him in?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of dealing, Mentions of bullying, Original character with original descriptions.

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Word Count: 5.2k

Milana never felt like she had it easy, not in school, life, or relationships. Always the odd one out, always picked on, heavily, from elementary through college. Too short, too fat, too dark, too weird, told to her on repeat her entire life. It wasn’t even until this year that she could tell herself she was “pretty”, and even then she didn’t believe it herself. Just going through life keeping her head down in her journal, expressing herself through words, until she found herself stuck in the lap of her antithesis.

Ever since then, it’s like she’s seeing him everywhere. Haunting her with that name and his smile like his smug, arrogant, handsome, behind knew a joke that she didn’t. Driving her home with that roguish glint to his eye, and his sultry mouth casually calling her, “Mama”. Forcing her into thinking crazy immature thoughts, asking herself over and over if he’d want her, if he’d call her, did he really even give her his real phone number?

It all went quiet went she saw him in the club, not expecting to see him in a million years. So skittish, barely even speaking while with him, too scared she’d say the wrong thing, but when he pulled in front of her door everything felt so electric. How polite he was, much less teasing than when in public, such a perfect gentleman. He even walked her to her door, didn’t ask to come inside, but told her to have a good night in the warmest voice she’d ever heard.

Watching him begin to walk away was hard, but she truly believed whatever he thought was going to happen would never go anywhere. They were just too different. He was sociable, well liked, popular, and she was well… introverted. Deep within her own shell to the point where it was hard to even get out of bed some days.

“Wait!”

Yes, she was shy and reserved, but tired of being lonely. Standing in her doorway with her face down towards her feet, seeing him turn on his heel and observe her silently, his eyes hopeful as they strained to see her. The light from her home poured in behind her, giving her an almost angel-like glow. “You shouldn’t drive at this hour. It’s-that isn’t safe.”

Was she offering what he thought she was? His lips curving further upwards, a hand coming to rub at his jaw as he thought it through for a moment, not expecting her to cave in so quickly like this. “Just for the night.” Her voice was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard, and he knew that he’d do whatever she asked.

“Alright.” Trying his hardest not to go running back to her front door, he sauntered his way over to where she was standing, looking down at how she bit her lip in the most sultry tantalizing way imaginable. His hands itched to reach out and touch her again, but he didn’t want to spook her away after getting this far. “Lead the way, Mama.”

With all the blankets from her spare closet, and extra pillows she could find, Milana made a palette for him to sleep on the couch with. Ony eyeing her from across the room as she almost fluttered around her home, chatting to herself and Oreo as she got everything ready for him. Her spoiled cat sitting in its bed, purring when she stopped to pet him, and meowing for attention as soon as she left.

Her sofa smelled just like her, enveloping him in her scent as soon as he sat down, getting the worst urge to turn and bury his face in her pillows. Ony had slept on a lot of couches before, moving home to home throughout his childhood, a ward of the state since before the age of ten. He’s even had to sleep on some floors in his lifetime, but this had to be the only time sleeping on a sofa brought a smile to his face.

He had almost fallen asleep too fast, staying up to wish her a good night as she retreated into her room to change and get to bed. Ony laying down in a white tee and his black sweats, his hoodie, chain, and shoes laying in a neat pile by his feet. He threw his beanie in the same heap, showing off his waves and low taper fade as he put his head into the satin pillow she provided for him. His eyes fluttering shut embarrassingly quick as he sighed in contentment.

It’s been a long time since he’d gotten some good sleep, feeling so warm and cozy, he almost forgot who’s home he was in. Getting comfortable, his mind wandered, thinking of ways to pay her back for this. Her gentleness and surprising hospitality with no strings attached made him feel human. Something you definitely don’t feel a lot when you deal.

Milana on the other hand had a hard time going to sleep, jumping out of bed every five minutes to check on Ony and make sure he didn’t need anything. To be honest, for her first time having a guy over, she panicked a lot more silently than she thought she would. Clutching Oreo to herself as she tried to lay back and relax, imagining it was just her at home with no one to worry about. God, why did she do this?

She didn’t even know why she found him so.. intimidating. It’s like he wore his emotions so clearly and yet, she still couldn’t decipher what he wanted out of her. To play some game? Get her hopes up just to drop her down slowly? What kind of cruel prank was he playing to where he seemed even slightly interested in her? There wasn’t any clue she could come up with, instead falling asleep, racking her brain for the answer.

The morning sun was the first thing to touch her, well, the sun and Oreo’s paw as he tried to make biscuits on her face. Nice try, little devil. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long though, cuddling him close and smoothing her hands down his shiny fur, getting up with a long stretch and dopey smile.

Going out was fun, but waking up in bed after a night out was much better, her mind clearer and ready for some rest and relaxation. Sliding on her glasses, she slowly moved about getting up for the day, glowing under the bright bathroom lights as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Taking out her wrap, she let her hair fall down in waves, taking her time to part it correctly down the middle and brush down any fly aways with her hard bristle brush.

As her mind played catch up, she didn’t even realize Ony was supposed to be there. Instead, she was trying to remember to feed her cat, find her keys, and think about what to wear today all at once, coming face to face with an empty sofa. Oh, that was… surprising? Disappointing too, but what could she really say? She was upset that a man she hardly knew wasn’t still in her home the morning after going out? Her body sagging with a heavy feeling, feeling stupid, he probably acted like this for every girl to get a free place to sleep.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on it, Oreo practically nipping at her ankles to be fed already. Eyes scanning the room as she poured some dry salmon mix into his bowl, noticing the way Ony had to have folded all her blankets nice and neat, placing the pillows on top. At least he was kind enough to do that, even if it’s a little rude to just rush out in the morning. Who knows, he might’ve had to leave to go do some drops, earn his living she supposed.

The sound of her door opening had her reacting more than preparing for a possible intruder, dropping the bag of food and clutching her pajama top in a panic. Oreo was happy as ever, jumping head first into the forgotten bag to get some extra food as Ony stepped through the door, ducking through with his hood up and head down. A huge sigh of relief leaving her as soon as their eyes met and realization eased her frightened state away.

He looked amused already, laughing at the way Oreo’s tail swished out the opening, knocking a few pieces to the floor before he was picked up and placed on the ground in front of his bowl. His cheeks were filled with food, not even able to meow as she scolded him gently, looking at Ony out the corner of her eye as he made his way over.

He was still in his clothes from last night, but his chain and grillz inside his car, his beanie too, not so flashy or dressed up anymore. “Hey.” He said all drowsy like he wanted to get back in bed, which is all he secretly wished to do. Sofa or not, that was some good sleep, and he’d be damned if that was the last time he’d be up in here catching some “Z’s”. Already looking through the crack in her door to assess how big her bed was, and how they’d both fit.

“Hey,” Milana stood up fast, shooting up to put some distance between them and rush to the kitchen. “Did you sleep well? I know a couch isn’t super comfortable, but I can get some breakfast started to make up for it? What do you like, toast, eggs, bacon-” As soon as she opened her fridge, the emptiness of it shocked her right out of her rambling, standing in front of it feeling like an idiot for forgetting to buy groceries. “Uhh…”

“How did you sleep?” He cut in, making his way behind her to see what she was looking at. Hmm, that wasn’t going to fly around here, how long had she been without food in her fridge?

“Good. I slept, okay. How about you?” Closing the door, Milana turned on her heels to give him a sincere smile. She really thought he was gone, that whatever she had been feeling, whatever was happening between them was over. He only smiled back at her when he saw how genuinely happy she looked, and he felt…something. If this how she’d react every time he came back to her, then he could definitely get used to the feeling.

“Best sleep of my life. Hands down. I gotta pay you back for that, take you out for breakfast.” He asserted, trying to convey as much feeling as he could behind his words. He truly meant every single one, he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t, but now Ony needed her to need him back. Give her something to appreciate after she had done so much for him in such little time.

“Okay, sure.” Did she really believe he’d want to be seen in public with her? No, but it was the thought that counts, and the fact that he was nice enough to offer made her blindly agree.

“Right now.”

Now? What was this boy talking about? All she did was put down some blankets so he didn’t have to drive at nearly three in the morning, and offer a breakfast that she didn’t have. Still, it was more than Ony had gotten in a while, and he was determined to stay around her for as long as he could. “Right- But- I’m not dressed, and-” Trying to think of an excuse wouldn’t work here, especially with the way he was shutting down her overworking mind.

“You can get dressed, I’ll wait. I know this great spot downtown, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He was serious too. Arms crowding her until all she could focus on was the way he looked, how his rich brown eyes told more of a story than his words ever did, pleading silently. His lips pressed in a tight line, looking at her expectantly as she just stood there, not knowing what to do. That’s alright, from now on, he’d be helping out around here until she understood what happens when you take in a stray.

“I’ll just… be a second.” That was all she could settle on, turning around to help get Ony set up in her bathroom as he followed her silently, trailing a few paces just like Oreo was. She found him a spare red toothbrush she had in her cabinet in case friends spent the night. The thing would’ve been collecting dust if he hadn’t used it anyway, along with a loofah she found buried in her towel closet. She left out some coconut and shea butter body wash she found as well, the scent as androgynous as possible since she didn’t think he’d be fond of smelling like sugar or cake.

He left his clothes with her to wash so he didn’t have to go all the way home, throwing them in for a quick cycle while she went off to leave him be. Using the hot water to ground him in his thoughts, trying not to pry too much in her private home, but needing to at least quell his curiosity. He smelled her perfumes in there, finding the one that made his mouth water and stomach flip, taking a picture of the bottle to remember the name in the future. Pink towels hanging loosely off his body as he basked in the softness. Damn she got him good, if Connie or Eren saw him they’d call him whipped for weeks.

Makeup wasn’t so easy today, hands shaking from nervousness, and having to wipe off some foundation after putting just a smidge too much. Her mind reeling from the daunting awareness that this could seriously go left if she doesn’t at least try to act a bit normal. Feeling crippled under the label of being the weird girl that’s always criminally alone, not having the social skills necessary to even order her own food sometimes, let alone do it across the table from a boy. Nothing about this screamed that it’d go well, but it wasn’t like she had much choice.

He felt the same pressure as well, shrugging his clothes back on after finding them folded on top of in the laundry room where he got dressed. His sweats were fresh from the dryer by the time he came in there, smelling better than his own detergent, and it was a hard pill to swallow knowing that this could all go away. It couldn’t happen, not so soon at least, not after giving him a taste of what could be his, but she was so skittish and scared that Ony had to tread lightly when handling her.

All was forgotten as soon as he looked at her though, lips shiny and pink, skin glistening from her lotion and bits of glitter within it, long curly lash extensions framing her face. Her hair swished down her back, bracelet and earrings simple, leaving a show of skin as she smoothed out any wrinkles she could see. Rushing around to fill her little purse with everything under the sun, her lip gloss, phone, crystals for good luck (and a little love), all of her essentials really.

Milana didn’t even know what she was doing to him, going from the longest shirt he’d ever seen to a black satin dress that he almost mistook for lingerie if it weren’t for its modesty. Lace edges falling over her body like it wanted to jump off of her, lose and still clinging to all the curves that made her look like a tease. Maybe, he was a bit too eager, but seeing her so gorgeous and act so good made it hard for him to resist. Damn, it’s been a long time since he felt this way, it threw him for a loop in the best way possible.

Ony was putting her in the same predicament whether he knew it or not. His smile, so boyish and charming today, on that handsome face with his sharp jaw and kind eyes. It was unfair. Totally swoon worthy, and oh so beautiful with all that ink on display. His moisturized skin showing off intricate images and words under his tee, throwing his hoodie over it to cover up his bulging arms that looked like they could rip through the fabric of his clothes. It was wonder how he could look so rough, so intimidating, and be such a gentle giant.

Neither said a word as they walked to his car, Ony graciously opening the door for Milana to climb inside and inspect his environment in the daylight. His car was nice, seemed fresh off the lot and it appeared like he had put a lot of work into it, his seats a nice leather with a matte black trim on every surface. It smelled good in there too, just like his cologne from yesterday, she tucked herself in the corner of her seat as she tried not to openly sniff the air like a psycho.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ony asked as he sat down, rubbing his hands up his legs as he looked at her, probably not even realizing how good he looked right now. Her stomach filled with butterflies, but she gulped back the feeling to nod slowly.

“Can I ask you one after?” He chuckled at her response, but nodded his head nonetheless. If they were going to have breakfast, they could at least get to know each other a bit better. Wetting his lips before sitting up to ask.

“Why d’you play dress up like this, but act all shy?” His hand leaning over to make sure she saw how all he could see was her, keeping his gaze light and playful like his tone. She only shrugged, shy at first after falling into the weight of his question, her face blank and unreadable until she saw how his eyes were subtly putting pressure on her.

“I don’t know, makes me feel better?” Milana put out her words without thinking, taking a second to clean it up without noticing the way he seemed to appreciate her gift of gab. “I know it’s silly, but it’s always how I expressed myself even if I look crazy-”

“You don’t look crazy.” He said, final and direct. It had her pausing in her tracks, no one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her own grandparents who raised her had never been so assertive, always scolding then soothing after, but not as no-nonsense as Ony.

“Thank you?” Her face felt too warm while trying to get her words out, turning to his side mirror to see her face and make sure she didn’t look stupid right now.

“You look beautiful, matches your personality.” The car started just as he spoke, forcing Milana to swallow her urge to hide away, instead giving him a reserved thanks, face lighting up at the thought that he might not be lying to her. She told herself to breathe and enjoy the view, eyeing the beach as they drove more inland, away from home.

Everything downtown was expensive, lined with rows of boutiques, name brand stores, and pricey restaurants. Milana usually only came around to go clubbing, but to be here in the daylight was different, somehow more exciting. Ony walked like he was untouchable, people moving aside to let him pass, treating him like he was the king of the city. Some nodding their heads in respect, or stopping to dap him up, thanking him for those “deliveries” he made.

“It’s all good, Bro.” It was strange how his whole face could change as soon as it left hers. He’d be walking with her, just a step behind to where she could see him over her shoulder, and when people would come up he’d look… bored. Ony’s smile had no effort, and he’d only glance in their direction before turning back, sometimes giving her a wink when their eyes met.

Milana turned forward, hiding her hint of a smile as they approached a hostess booth for the restaurant. “What’s up, Sarah. Let me get a table for two, please.” Ony standing behind her still as he spoke, shaping his waves with a spare brush he found in his car. He slid his chain back on before they stepped out as well, definitely making him out of dress code if the hoodie wasn’t enough. This place screamed fancy, upper class, and bougie, all things that made her feel a bit out of place.

The woman didn’t even bat an eye at her or Ony though, simply grabbing some menus and leading the way for them to sit at a gorgeous table, large enough to seat four. The hostess taking two extra chairs away, lighting their candle provide warmth in the afternoon breeze, and to obviously set a mood. He snickered watching the realization wash over her face, looking at him then trying not to trip over her own sandals.

“Hope you enjoy!” She said before making her way back to her booth, leaving just Milana and Ony by themselves again. He slid out her chair for her, and it was all becoming a bit too much, all this chivalry would get to her head.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to!” Her whisper only made him nod his head back towards the chair he was still holding.

“Take a seat, Mama.” For some reason it didn’t feel like he was asking, just being polite to soften the demand. A shiver ran up Milana’s back as her face flushed, pressing her lips together to hide a pout as she did what she was told, pushing her closer to the table before dropping into his own chair.

The setting was too intimate for what they were. Not rowdy like the club, or awkward like in her home. Just calm, peaceful, Ony sitting there like nothing in life could go wrong, cool as could be. Couples sitting all around, enjoying the day amongst each other, Milana looking down to escape the burning feeling of envy for them.

She averted her attention to study how he looked over her menu as she skimmed over it, wondering if he found this as bizarre as she did. A month ago he just popped up out of nowhere, seemingly falling out of the sky to help contribute to her little vice. Now, she was sitting across from him at a table, experiencing something that felt strangely like a date.

“What are you looking at?”

“What?” His words shocking Milana out of her head, making her think that she had been caught staring until he gestured to the menu.

“I don’t usually eat this shit, so I’m trying to find something simple.” Ony hummed, tossing his aside to free his hands, pressing them into his pockets as the breeze came again.

“Oh,” Her eyes made contact with the words to try and find something quickly. “French toast sounds so good right now, but I’m going swimming soon once it heats up…” She replied with wishful thinking, focused on finding something else when their waiter quickly approached, setting down glasses and water as they exchanged formalities, giving a rundown on the specials.

“I think I'll get the French toast. Steak too, medium well, and fried eggs. You want anything else?”

Milana didn’t even try to fight him this time, knowing he wouldn’t take any excuse she gave anyways. Instead, she was sighing out in relief that she didn’t have to do that herself. The waiter took down their orders and sped off to another table while she thought about the sweet gesture, feeling herself ease into loosening up.

Her hands resting on the white table cloth, admiring the view of the city from this perspective. “Can I ask my question?” She couldn’t stop herself from trying to pry into his mind a little, wanting to answer some things for herself. His quick nod giving her the reliance she needed to continue. “Why do you deal?”

Ony never faltered, almost like he expected the question, probably so after doing it so many years. “Good money. Pays my rent and fills up my tank.” He replied, unfazed and a little uninterested in talking about his job.

“That’s it? You don’t like being able to socialize?” She expected him to talk grand stories about the adrenaline, the danger that just whisked him away better than anything else had, planting that seed in him to conquer hundreds of people’s supply and demand.

“Hell nah,” He scrunched his nose up at that, like the thought was enough to make him cringe. “I don’t even like most of the people I talk to. I do it so I can get paid. Eren’s the one who likes the game that comes with it.” His hands waved dismissively, trying to think of something else, but Milana wasn’t letting it go quite yet.

“You don’t like a lot of people? What about the people in your section? Like the girls and stuff..” So that’s why she wanted to know. That was interesting to Ony, used to hearing the whole spiel about how much of a terrible person he was, although she on the other hand had never treated him with anything but grace. It was starting to become apparent just how much she cared.

“I’m cool off them. That shit you saw in the club was just miserable Ol’ Deedra.” He grit out his second sentence under his breath, like he was annoyed just thinking about her. There must’ve been something that happened, the feeling too bitter to ignore.

“Why don’t you like her?” She asked incredulously, Ony’s eyes flicking to hers with a look of confusion. The way she asked, so astounded, like she couldn’t believe that he wasn’t interested in some girl in the club had him feeling some type of way. Why was she even asking about her, when all he wanted to talk about was sitting right there next to him.

“She’s not my type.” He said simply put, shrugging it off casually like he didn’t even have to think about it. His head leaning back to inspect her face, tongue running across his lower lip, just wondering what hers would feel like. “I like good girls that don’t know how to drive.”

“Stop playing.” Milana was quick to say that, wanting to shut down his teasing little attempts to flirt. He laughed at her dissmisal, not taking it to heart at all. All he could do anyways was find her even more attractive, the challenge making him want to try harder.

“Who said I was?” Oh, so he was serious? There was no way to mistake what he said as anything else but completely earnest. Still, that hint of doubt was present, wondering what happened last night to make him so interested. She didn’t have the confidence to think she could make his head turn, and still he was sitting there like she was more than enough. “I don’t play around like that, with people’s feelings.”

“I think you’re just trying to be nice.” Milana’s voice didn’t have anymore fight in her tone, just a sad little edge that made Ony furrow his brows. He pushed himself away from the table, leaning back to think for a second, actually thinking about what he could say.

Stubborn, so blind she can’t even see what he was doing here. Shit, everyone could, but she just didn’t believe him yet, he needed to find a way to convince her, show her he was serious as can be. “What do I got to do to show you I’m not playing?”

He looked so hopeful, urging her to actually tell him something, anything. He’d give her whatever she wanted, whatever she needed to make her see him, too entranced by the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen to not do anything about it.

“I don’t… I don’t know, Ony.” Milana really didn’t, she couldn’t tell him what it’d take to break down her walls and let him in. The fact that he got this far in the first place was already astonishing, to go any further would just be too scary.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Ony didn’t offer up any other explanation, just swiftly stood and went around to her seat, soothing her confusion that was written all over her face. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to get something.” With that, he sped towards the entrance, a bit of energy to his purposeful steps, and he was gone in just seconds flat. Sitting at their table, seeing him go, she couldn’t help but wonder if what she said was the reason he left so quickly, hoping her big mouth didn’t just cost her.

Time seemed to move slower than molasses waiting for Ony. Their food even came after waiting fifteen minutes longer, the piping hot plates just getting cold as Milana tried not to actually lose it in public. Her shoulders slumped in, eyes trying not to shed fat crystallized tears of embarrassment and disappointment. God, just when it was all going so well, now she was left to sit here and trust that he’d come back? He didn’t even tell her where he was going, just rushing off to leave her stranded and hiding her face behind her napkin so no one could see her shame.

Just a second before she was about to stand up and leave, she saw a familiar looking mass of muscle, making his way to their table. Her head jumped up to see if it was really him, relief flooding all of her senses as he came back just like he said he would, noticing he didn’t come empty handed either. Hands full of a beautiful bouquet of Lilies, long white petals and long green stems that were bound together by a simple white string of satin. Where did he even get such a beautiful bunch, and why was he heading right to her with them?

“I didn’t know which ones you’d like, so I just got what looked nice I guess.” He dropped down in front of her, crouching next to his chair breathless and nervous as he passed them into her hands. He jogged three blocks to get them, finding the closest flower shop in walking distance and picking out what caught his eye. His nerves were strumming, not exactly knowledgeable about picking out flowers, he could only hope that he had accomplished what he set out to do.

“Wow… they-” They were so soft and smelled lovely, her eyes filling with tears all over again at the sweetest gesture she’d ever received. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

That was all he needed to feel like he accomplished his greatest feat yet, chest swelling with pride, as he smiled the widest he had all day. She giggled softly at that, trying to hide her watery gaze, but he wouldn’t let her, hands gently holding onto hers over the flowers, rubbing soothing circled into her skin. “I promise I’m serious, Milana.”

Neither of them could stop the desire coursing through the air, leaving them to silently convey what they were feeling. Trying not to openly stare at each other, longing burning through their bodies as they both leaned closer. Ony closing the gap between them, their eyes falling shut as he pressed the softest kiss over her lips. Milana finally giving herself permission to let go of all her worry, every thought that he might not want her escaping from her mind, leaving them in bliss.

Chat! Thank you to everyone who is following the series so far! I appreciate it so much. I just absolutely love SZA's album, and I hope people are loving it just as much as I do. Keep following along and see where Milana and Ony end up next! - Baby Bow 🎀

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Gonna drop this here before I completely disconnect from the outside world.

What aboutttt bestie Sasha introducing you and drugDealer!Ony at a party, only to find out y’all already know each other very, very well.

me and you like this fr🤞🏽 we share a brain. you are me and i am you. i love you twin😩 we gon use shy!reader for this one bc regular reader would’ve been made it known that he was her man😭

“girl let’s goooo. you wont die if you just lived a little.” your roommate sasha sighed as she watched you look yourself over for the third time. “i don’t know sash. it’s a little short for me” fingers toying with the fabric of the short skirt as you looked at your unrecognizable reflection.

you weren’t really the type to wear this kind of stuff. going for a calmer, more covered up look rather than the cute skimpy outfits sasha would wear. but since this was your first party your roomate insisted you borrow some of her clothes. “girl you look sexy as fuck. if i wasn’t with connie i’d definitely hit that.”

sasha light tapped your ass before turning on her heals and leaving your room. “i’ll be in the car bitch. don’t take all night in here staring at yourself.” you sighed before picking up your purse and following her. as soon as the two of you walked in the door the smell of weed and alcohol hit you, making your scrunch up your face as you fanned your hands in the air to clear the smoke.

“no need to be doing allat girl. i’m getting you high tonight anyways.” sasha giggled as she watched your eyes widen. the two of you walked deeper into the party, eventually stopping in the kitchen for some drinks. you settled for a small cup of casamigos while sasha grabbed a couple shots of fireball.

you didn’t get the chance to take a sip of your drink before sasha began pulling you towards the backyard. “we gotta go cop some weed before we start.” you gave her a puzzled look. “connie’s not here so where you gon get it from?” your question was immediately answered when the two of you stopped in front of a man leaning on the wall.

he was tall, about 6’3 wearing his sweatpants sagging a little under his briefs. his black tee fit snug, stretching a little as his arms flexed while he was lighting the blunt in his mouth. “ony ony onyyyy.” sasha yelled as she gave the guy a side hug. “yoo sash. what you need?”

ony gave you a calm glance, eyeing you as he took a long hit from the blunt. sasha took his expression as confusion, explaining the situation to prevent any confusion. “oh!! ony this is my best friend and roommate y/nnn!!” she turned towards you, laying her hand on your shoulder to give ony an introduction as well. “y/n this is onyankopon. connie’s bestest friend and my backup plug.”

ony chuckled as he held his heart. “damn that’s all i am?” sasha sighed loudly before correcting herself. “and he’s my friend” his large hand outstretched, waiting for you to shake it. your hand slowly connected with his, looking away shyly as his deep voice rang through your ears. “nice t’meet you sweetheart. what y’all ladies lookin for tonight.”

sasha opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. “hello?….the fuck you mean?….ughhh okay….okayyy i hear you damn.” you and ony looked at her in confusion. “uhhh we gotta go. connie stupid ass left his gun in my trunk and he needs it now.” sasha rolled her eyes as she put the fireballs on the nearby chair.

you honestly didn’t wanna go to connie’s, knowing damn well the two of them was gon end up arguing then fucking mad loud upstairs while you sat on the couch watching spongebob. ony could tell you didn’t want to go by looking at your face offering to take you home instead. “i can take her. if you okay wit that” sasha immediately shook her head. “hell nah she don’t know you like that. ian gon do that to my girl.”

ony shook his head as he watched you stand there with your hands behind your back, swaying from side to side as you quietly watched the two of them go back and forth. “sash i know how y’all be getting and i know she don’t feel like sitting in the living room while you get your back blown out by my brother.” a giggle flew out of your lips as sasha gasped in shock. “oh my goddd y’all be hearing usss??”

the two of you nodded your head before sasha looked away in embarrassment. “you okay wit going wit this bum?” brown eyes looking him up and down before a small smile crept on your lips. “i don’t mind as long as you don’t drive fast.” ony’s lips twitched into a smirk. gold grills peeking at you before he replied. “i’ll drive at whatever pace you want.”

“oohhhh my godddd faster daddyyy.” you moaned as ony pounded into you. hand lying flat on your back as you drooled all over his seats. strings of your arousal kept the two of you connected as you started fucking yourself back onto his dick. “that’s right mama throw that shit back. you know how i like it.” your ass clapped repeatedly on his stomach as you moaned his name.

“love your lil outfit princess. look so sexy wit this skimpy shit on.” ony’s hand gripped the skirt that was bunched up around your hips. tugging on it to fuck you onto him harder. he took his other hand and landed two rough slaps to your ass. “ooouuu mhm.” your ass poked out more are you prayed for more of the delicious contact. “you like that mama? like when daddy spanks you?”

“ y-yea. w-want daddy t’be rough wit me.” ony smiled at your change in behavior. just thirty minutes ago you were quiet as a mouse, barely able to look him in the eye. but now here you were, getting your back blown out in the back of ony’s black srt, begging him to fuck you like a slut.

you and ony have been doing this thing for awhile now where you’d act like the two of you weren’t well acquainted in public just to fuck each other like you’re married in private. since he was a very well known guy and you didn’t talk to many people you came up with the idea to leave your little situation a secret.

trying to avoid the drama that came with having a fine ass drug dealer for a boyfriend. it’s been going well in your eyes, but ever since ony saw you all dressed up for this party he knew that tonight he’d have make you fold. wanting your sexy ass all to himself everyday and not just days you were alone and horny.

“i want you t’be my girl” he moaned as he stilled his hips. watching you continue to throw it back on him at a slow pace. his words made you look back at him, hips never faltering as you looked for a hint of untruthfulness in his eyes. “b-but people might-”

“ion give a fuck about how people gon feel. i only want one girl and it’s you.” a moan slipped from your lips as ony began thrusting into you again. light brown palms pushing your back down again before slamming into you repeatedly. “auugghh onyyy.” your hand reached back and gripped his wrist, holding it tightly as you tried to endure the harsh strokes he fed you.

“be mine y/n. that way you can be daddy’s girl every night instead of the nights you home alone.” your pussy fluttered at his words. you loved when he talked like this. “c-can i think ab-about it daddy?” ony leaned down to kiss on your neck. “take your time mama. m’stayin wit you tonight anyways.”

ony ended up crashing at your place that night. chest full of tattoos facing the ceiling as he slept on his back. his black durag that he always left in your dresser fitting snug on his head. while you admired your new boyfriend you were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. “hello?” you whispered. “hey girl m’stayin over at connie’s. you get home safe?hope he didn’t drive too fast.” you giggled as you glanced at ony’s sleeping figure, brows furrowed and lips parted as he slept peacefully in your bed.

“i got here fine. he drove really well-” the feeling of ony’s large hand pulling your back to his chest made you gasp before he spoke lowly in your ear. “why you so far away mama? when you stay at my crib you usually like to sleep on my chest.” his sleepy voice rang through the speaker, making sasha gasp. “oh. my. go-”

“see you tomorrow girl byeeee.” you hung up, putting your phone on silent to hush the millions of texts sasha was going to send soon. you turned towards ony before lightly pushing him in his back so you could sleep comfortably on his chest. “goodnight princess.” he grumbled before falling back asleep. you smiled, cuddling your face deeper into his inked chest. “goodnight papa.”

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hiiii, so sorry if this is a lil long but bare w me pls, i love ur writing btw <3

ok: reader & plug!ony broke up about a year ago bc of something ony did (something bad but not like 100% unforgivable) but the feelings never left. he’s been tryna get her back over the year but she wasn’t budging cus she hadn’t seen any growth. recently tho she’s noticed he’s growing & she misses him. then at a function, she sees him pop out w a new girl & all their friends are staring at her like waiting for a reaction and in a littleee moment of jealousy, she goes up to ony like “you’re mine for life right?” and he jumps away from the other girl so fast like he BEEN waiting on this news 😭😭

omg thank you!! i was about to write something just like this but this is so much better!! i hope you like it and i'm sorry it took so long i just wanted it to be okay😭

cw: kinda angsty, oral (f receiving), car sex, ony calls reader 'ma', n word usage, mentions of breeding.

wc: 3913

atonement is hardly ever easy, and ony knew that first-hand. closing the gap between you and the person you once held closest to you can, surprisingly, be very difficult. even if a year of ‘separation’ is spent showing up at your ex-lovers’ door, or workplace, nail tech, or hair lady’s house. sometimes getting back to where you once where is needlessly difficult. especially if your definitions of said place are vastly different.

from the outside looking in, you and ony’s relationship had been picture perfect. he loved you as much as you loved him, and he wasn’t shy about it. everyone knew not to even look at you wrong, because they knew that they would have ony to deal with—and no one fucked with ony’s girl. except for him. because that picture had been held by a fraudulent frame; purposely hung over the large dent in your relationship. that being, his occupation.

from small kickbacks, to rich white kids who want to snort rebellion off their house keys, everyone had one thing in common—ony. no party started until ony got there and, as happy as you were for him, that didn’t come without its burdens. ony was almost always out dealing, giving you very little quality time to hang out. on the few occasions you got his undivided attention for more than a few hours, your peace would be interrupted by the ear-splitting noise erupting from his stupid nokia burner phone.

of course, small huffs of disappointment would slip past your lips when he told you that he had to leave. but you were used to it now, and that’s what helped ony sleep at night; knowing that you had become inured to his disconcerting disappearances, and abrupt reappearances. you knew that other people needed him, even if it meant that your needs were temporarily pushed aside. one time you had asked him, why it always had to be him that they called, and his response had been:

”my shit is the best, ma.”, said through a chortle, as he put his shoes on by your front door.

”i get that, but what about me?”, your arms crossed, as you tilted your head at your man—ony’s weakness. once you did that, with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. but tonight, his priorities were different.

just let me do what i gotta do, and i’ll come right back to you. then i’m yours for the whole night.”, he had reassured, kissing your temple.

”just for the night?”, you scoffed.

”for life. now stay here, and i’ll be back.”, and that would appease you for the evening. but there’s only so much cracking one heart can do, before no adhesive can keep it whole, and it shatters into a million pieces. that night, you stripped yourself of ony’s shirt you had been wearing, and threw it into the corner of your bedroom; it smelt too much like him, and you hated it.

harmless hatred became deep disdain on the evening of your birthday. you had organised a dinner for a few of your closest friends and family, and had vehemently stressed to ony that he had to be there on time. because, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just be wasting your time, but he’d be wasting that of those closest to you as well. and he had promised you that if there’s something that had to be handled during the time of your dinner, he’d get connie or eren to do it so he could be with you. but 15 minutes of waiting for him became 30. and 30 soon became an hour, and your friends grew reasonably irate due to hunger. so you said they could order, and you’d just call ony one more time. but in a time where all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend’s voice, all you were met with was rings on the other line. that sound resounded all over the side of your face. and that feeling grew once the realisation hit that had you been a client, he wouldn’t have let the phone ring for more than five seconds. and that gave you a lot to think about.

you didn’t know how long the dinner lasted because your focus had remained on keeping your tears from falling into your food. you hated how pitiful you looked, lifting your head up every time someone walked into the restaurant, and the crestfallen expression that landed on your face each time you saw it wasn’t ony. it made no sense to you how the man who swore he would do anything for you, the man who placed a band on your ring finger, promising you that one day he’d marry you. the man who swore he had never loved anyone more than you, refused to put you before something so fleeting.

ony finally did show up though…two hours after the dinner had ended. heartbroken cries in your bedroom, had constantly been interrupted by calls coming from ony’s contact. but every single one went unanswered; he needed to feel what you felt when he had embarrassed you in front of your loved ones. though mere missed calls could never compare to the taste of your celebratory dinner food meshing awkwardly with the swallowed cries in your throat, you had to make him feel a morsel of the anguish he had put you through.

if ony could’ve gone full 2000s rnb music video; shirtless, singing outside your window with his chain blowing in the windy rain, he would’ve done. he would’ve even started throwing pebbles if he could, but your apartment was too high on your building. so he just settled on incessantly pressing the button next to your door number. and, after the nth try, you opened the door for him and he ran inside—pressing the elevator button a thousand times once he got in. and, just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. and you stood on the other side, utterly unimpressed; bonnet on, your own pyjamas (instead of one of his shirts), and eyes reddened by tears. the impact caused by his heart unceremoniously dropping to the pit of his stomach caused a soft sigh to leave his mouth. then his lips began moving to explain himself.

“look, i'm sorry. i lost track of ti—”, his explanations were waved off—your own thoughts outweighing whatever he had to say to you.

“we're done, ony.”, was all you said to him before closing the door, and ony’s brain turned off, then back on again because what the fuck did you just say??

“y/n, open the door”, he banged on the door. and, not wanting any noise complaints, you opened it.

“what?”, you scowled.

“the fuck you mean done? talk to me”, ony’s hand reached out to yours, but quickly retreated when you pulled back from him. you had never done that; even when you were mad at him, you at least gave him a chance to get back into your good books again.

“you missed my birthday dinner, ony”, your voice was small, tears about to fall yet again.

“i know, and i'm sor—”,

“two years in a row.”,

“like i said, i'm sor—”,

“and my graduation, the party we had when i finally got my drivers license, the lunch you promised me on my first day at my new job. and you were meant to be my date at my sisters wedding.”, every example was punctuated by your fingertip harshly poking at his chest, and the tears just started falling on their own.

“i'm sorry, y/n”, ony’s voice started cracking, as his hand embraced the hand you had been poking him with.

“sorry isn't good enough anymore, ony. i deserve someone who prioritises me”,

“but everything i do is for us.”, he kissed your hand, “imma use this money to buy you ever—”,

“do you not understand that i don't want your money or gifts? i want you, ony.”, your breathed out, exasperation deeply set in your voice, and in your slumping posture, “anyone could give me bags and shoes, ony. but only you could give me your time. but you won’t, and that's the problem”

“so what, this is it?”,

“until you figure yourself out, yeah.”, you slid your hand from him, “it pains me because i love you so much, but i can’t keep living like this. if you're not ready for a girlfriend then you should've never got with me”

“but i am ready”, he pleaded.

“then act like it.”. were the words that echoed in ony’s head every time he showed up to the places he saw you posting on your story—heart holding hopes that your paths would cross. you didn’t know how he did it, but ony became your shadow for nearly the whole year you spent separated. even when you told him to give it up, he refused; sending bouquets of flowers to your workplace every few days, talking to you through your friends and family, and even showing up to your job to make up for that lunch he promised you. it hurt you to turn him away when you could see in his eyes that he would give up the world to have you in his orbit again. but, when you would ask him about where he got the money to even buy you these flowers in the first place, his silence was very telling.

but word on the street was that ony was a changed man now. your sources told you that he wasn’t dealing as much, and he had gotten a job. those sources being his instagram story that you watched through a burner account. seeing him everywhere made it impossible for you to wash yourself of him completely, so desparate times called for desparate measures. you missed that man so much, it was driving you crazy. it pissed you off seeing him being the man you had asked him to be, but not having the chance to bask in his progress. your love for ony wouldn’t vanish overnight, but it sure as hell hadn’t faded in the year you had been separated either. you kept his shirts and hoodies, and the promise ring he bought you was still on your finger.

so elated didn’t even begin to explain the feeling in your chest when, upon arriving at some house party, one of your girls told you that ony was there too. you tried to not seem so eager, but you had no control over your heart beating rapidly at the idea that you might see him again. all you needed was for him to apologise one more time, and you’d be all his. that was until you came to find that there was a hole blocking your reunion—that hole being in the shape of some girl giggling in his face, as his arm sat around her waist. every fibre of your being urged you to stomp over there, and scream his ear off. but he wasn’t your man anymore so there was nothing you could do but kiss your teeth and glower that them.

no man, not even ony, could get in the way of you and your friends enjoying yourselves. so that’s exactly what you did. for an hour, or two, ony didn’t exist and you just laughed and danced with your friends. however, the end of that would be marked when you stood, talking some guy you had just met, and one of your friends nudged you and nodded in ony’s direction.

“that doesn't bother you?”, she asked, obviously asking about the girl sat on ony’s lap.

“why would it?”, you shrugged back.

“you ain't say you missed the nigga?”, your other friend chimed in.

“okay? that doesn't mean i want him back”, you lied through your teeth.

“so you’re just missing him as hobby?”, sasha laughed.

“leave me alone.”, you chided, and your friends dropped the whole thing. but you wished those saltine whispers of jealousy would leave your eyes, and let you at least pretend to enjoy yourself in peace.

and if it wasn’t them ruining your fun, it was the girl’s friends staring at you.

“why are her friends looking at me?”, you whispered to connie. he had come over to speak to you, and that had caught ony’s attention. mainly because he wondered why you were willing to speak to his friend, but not him.

“they’re gloating.”, connie put a comforting arm around you, and pulled you closer to himself.

“well, tell them to stop.”, as if you could feel ony’s eyes on you, you moved connie’s arm from you, and connie laughed before putting it back where it was.

“they won’t. in their mind, she stole ony from you.”, he explained, and you scoffed.

“pfft, i could get that nigga back anytime i wanted”, you retorted, earning some knowing looks from your friends, before unprecedented words fell from sasha’s mouth.

“then do it.”, she nudged you, “you keep saying you want him so bad, go get him. he’s your man. go collect him”, that didn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounded like a dare. and you were never one to back down from a dare.

“fuck it”.

you didn’t know where your strides were leading you until you were barging past ony’s friends to link your arm around his own. at first, his body went into fight or flight because he thought he was about to be robbed, then calm came in the sound of your voice,

“ony, baby, where did you go? i've been looking for you everywhere”, you made sure to stick yourself onto him, and he didn’t move from you because he was too busy comprehending what the fuck was going on.

“y/n?”,

“i thought you guys were done?”, miss.whatever-her-name-was, linked ony’s other arm with her own, and pulled him towards herself.

“yeah, so did i”, ony spoke under his breath, looking down at you in bewilderment as he thought to himself; ”how much did i fucking smoke?”.

“who’s done?”, you looked up at him, “you’re mine for life, right?”, you pouted up at him, and all those memories of that night he had promised you he wouldn’t be long, came flooding back—ony folded immediately.

“always.”, he grinned at you, simultaneously yanking his arm away from whatever her name was.

“ony?”, she complained—now it was your turn to gloat.

“what?”, he sneered at her.

“you told me you guys were done”, she whined, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“well then don’t believe everything a nigga tells you”, was his final rebuttal before he pulled you outside.

at first, you just sat in silence, taking in the cool summer breeze. but ony had questions and, more importantly, he wanted to hear your voice.

“you forgive me then?”, his elbow gently met your arm.

“who said that?”, you stared down at your feet, kicking into the ground beneath you.

“you don't forgive me but you wanna do all that shit back there?”, he laughed.

“she didn't look good for you”, you finally looked up at him, and ony just laughed at you.

“you don't know her”,

“i just got that vibe”, you feigned a shudder, eyes still on him.

“what'd you really want, y/n?”, his index finger lifted your chin.

“you.”, your frank demeanour, and sincere eye contact, blew ony’s eyes wide open.

“well, you got me.”, as much as ony had changed in that year, his love for you remained incorrigible, and he’d be dumb to try and convince you otherwise. so he wouldn’t; he’d been wanting you back for far too long, and he’d finally gotten what he wanted.

“that easy?”, you teased.

“even if you’re not mine, i’ll always be yours, y/n. you know that”, ony’s words directed themselves at your lips; brown irises stuck onto your shining gloss.

“well then…can i be yours again?”, you muttered apprehensively, and the pause after that comment was unreadable.

“y’don’t even have to ask, c’mere”, ony reached his hand out to you.

gentle fingers, interlocked with yours, led you out of the party, and down a road that would end at ony’s car—parked overlooking the local area. he wasted no time; unlocking it before opening the back door, and gesturing for you to get in.

"already? you don’t at least want to talk first?”, you laughed at how keen he was, and a lazy smirk graced his face.

”we’ll talk after. get in.”, any anger, or disappointment, built up over the time you were together, had been mollified with just one comment. missing ony was something you never wanted to do again, and seeing the person he had apparently become, meant that you probably never would. all memories of past arguments, and splits, dispersed in ony’s mind once his lips met yours in a fervent kiss. it was one of longing, and regret. the heat emanating off his body causing particles of his internal regret to fill the inside of the car. you could feel it bouncing off your skin, as his tongue met with yours, and his hands kneaded at your flesh through your clothes. ultimately moving south to help you shimmy your way out of your jeans and underwear. he wouldn’t take them off completely, just leave them by your ankles as he laid you on your back, his mouth already placing soft kisses on your upper thigh. that lasted all of five seconds before ony’s tongue was wrapping around your clit, sucking on it gently. for him, this was a meal that was long overdue, and you could feel it in the way he ate you out like a starved man. taking no breaks; wet noises and thirsty moans, omitted by the ever-moving mouth entertaining your core, pervaded the vehicle.

ony had always luxuriated in eating you out, so it wasn’t long until you came; a rivulet dousing his lower face, before he finally came up for air.

”you still taste as good as i remember”, he uttered lowly, moving to give you a taste of yourself as he pressed his lips against yours. his kisses were haste as his hands fumbled to pull down his jeans and boxers, to angle himself at your entrance. the way you took in that first inch of him had him incapacitated; his forehead dropped to meet yours, while deep groans left his mouth.

”fuck…”, ony had to pause to compose himself before he gently pushed the rest of his length inside you. once he did, he just stayed there; eyes locked with yours, thanks to the streetlights, and you could’ve sworn that this man was close to tears with the way his eyes were glossing over.

the way he was fucking you was ineffable; a year was nothing compared to the others ony had spent studying your body, and the things it reacted to. like the way you’d grow tighter around him at his hands pressing your legs against your chest, as he fucked into you. even in the confined space, head crouched down so he didn’t hit the ceiling, ony still fucked you like you were in the comfort of his bedroom—with all the space, and time, in the world. his ireful tip would caress that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again, making your head spin. all those years of learning your body had not been in vain, because a few minutes in that position, and you came around him. keening his name, as your back lifted off the leather seats. ony was planning on taking you back to his place, and making up for lost time properly. but, for now, he would just turn you around and fuck into you from the back—your hands immediately finding the steamy windows,

”don’t do that, ma. people will know what we’re doin’ in here”, he chuckled at you and you moaned out a distorted version of,

”and the moving car doesn’t make it obvious?”. somehow, ony understood you; he was just used to your fucked out rebuttals, and he scoffed at you before giving the moving flesh surrounding your hips two quick slaps. your hands grabbed at anything they could to gain balance, ultimately deciding on the arm rest on the door. and ony’s hands would follow suit, but as he went to intertwine your fingers, his hands were met with cold metal. it was pretty dark in there, so he couldn’t really make out what it was, but a fleeting headlight revealed the ring he had bought you.

“still got that ring on?”, he smiled to himself.

“you p-promised me…”, you stammered out.

“that i’d marry you.”, his eyes softened at the fact that you had been wearing that ring, despite not being together. all because of that lovestruck vow he had made you,

“and imma keep to that promise. imma marry you, then imma fuck some babies into you”, he spoke to you, “that okay with you?”, you moaned out in loud agreement, and that drove ony to fuck you harder.

“good.”, the thought of you being his wife, sat in your marital bed, with his child in your arms sent him over the edge, and ony came in you. deep hums, containing declarations of his love, spilt all over the back of your neck. but his hips didn’t still because he could feel you coming again.

once you both came down from your orgasms, ony laid you down on your side, before pulling his boxers and jeans up and leaving the car momentarily to turn the car on. he opened the windows slightly, before returning to the back of the car. his back would soon be attached to the back door, yours against his chest as your fingers intertwined. even though you hadn’t covered yourself yet, and his nut was leaking out of you onto the leather seats, everything just seemed perfect. in its own weird way; you in ony’s arms again, and his lips pressing loving kisses on your temple.

”y’know it would’ve taken just one more knock at my front door for me to forgive you?”, you looked up at him. and, once the initial shock subsided, he chuckled at you.

”but i kinda think it’s better this way.”, he shrugged.

”how?”, you sat up to face him properly.

”it felt good to finally be able to give you my attention when you asked it of me.”, he smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek, ”no interruptions. just us.”, after all the emotional turmoil, it was nice hearing that word again; ”us”.

”for life.”, you kissed his knuckle.

”for life.”

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[merakidoll]

onyankopon and eren were in love. two men who just loved one another, weed, and food. they thrived on being a healthy couple among all of the views that told them they weren’t supposed to be. they loved not hiding their love for one another in public, enjoying how uncomfortable those around them looked when they shared a nasty kiss. another thing they just absolutely loved was you. you were a person they snuck up on them, blinding them with your big tits, thick thighs, and pinkness. a ray of sunshine that fit well with the two men who loved black and hated human interaction. their pretty chubby ditzy girl.

“mmh” ony groaned, sade’s soulfully singing in the speakers around the home. while there was so much space for the three of you to do the deed - this felt more appropriate. in the middle of the room everyone stood naked, the contrast of onyankopon’s chocolate skin, to eren’s tan, and your sun kissed brown. eren’s tan dick rubbed against ony’s brown, pre cum oozing out of both man making a mess on their large hands. while eren’s right hand held their cock next to each other, ony’s left did the same. rough pumps in their palms and squeezed to one another that had their balls jumping. then you, being the glue; legs hanging over one of each of their shoulders so confident in them holding you up.

as they thrusted into one another, they took turns eating your cunt that was in their face. “guysss!” you cried in a shaky voice, toes clenching when eren’s pierced tongue slid into your hole and ony began to suck your clit like a lollipop. your low eyes watched their dick’s rub against eachother. how their abs flexed, and heads grew a little when pre cum drip out and get messy helping with the friction. ony moaned skimming his teeth over your puffy clit, moving his head back and spitting on it roughly.

he looked up at you with red eyes, your duck nails raking over his durag while gripping eren’s long brown locks. while you started at ony, you bucked you pussy up, legs getting tired of being in the split position, and pussy throbbing, cream seeping from you onto rennie’s eager tongue. eren truly felt himself becoming lost in your juices - so much so that his balls pumped and pumped until thick ropes went all over ony’s stomach and cock. “fuck princess look what you did” he breathlessly chucked, using both hands to squeeze them together - tight, and pumping harder.

eren whimpered in your cunt, your head falling back at the vibration that sent shivers down your spine. you moved both hands to eren’s head, pushing his face deeper into your cunt. eren slightly side stepping and using his strength to get your other leg off ony and both soley on him. “r-ren baby” you bit your lip, feeling how sloppy he was eating your cunt. his rough hands slapped your ass, and spread your cheeks bouncing you on his tounge. your body stilled - shaking as you came in his mouth. eren’s whole mouth wrapping around your cunt and slurping on your jucies with his eye closed and greedily.

ony still fucked against eren, his own orgasm following when he heard how sexy you sounded. he watched the scene in front of him like it was his favorite twitter video biting his tounge and groaning “awe fuck” when his dick let out everything it had to offer. when everyone finally separated, onyankopon gripped eren’s neck bringing him into a tounge kiss which you watched lazily in their bed. he moaned into his boyfriend’s mouth cumming at how good you tasted. “i taste good daddy?” you asked with a sheepish smile. “so good princess”

[amesemii]

Well, we can all tell who is gonna win the poll…. So here’s his Pinterest board for now(I’ll probably be adding more to it as I go on with his story)

I’m kinda excited to write this but I’m stuck on a title😩 can y’all please leave some ideas??💗💚

[rissouu]

TYPES OF NAILS THEY LIKE ON YOU!

you let them pick your nails (mixed).

SUNA likes duck nails

EREN likes square nails (begs u to get ur toes did too)

ONYANKOPON likes sharp duck nails

CONNIE likes long dramatic nails

CHOSO just likes feet (but he’ll pick ur nails too if he feels like it)

©rissouu 2024 (part 2?? lmk and ill do it!)

[liyah-a]

𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. ( 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞)

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠!𝐨𝐧𝐲 ~ 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐜

𝐌𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐲!

“𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐈’𝐌 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!“

It was the middle of the night and your bf phone had been going off all night. Going to see who it was some “Bianca”. Hitting Ony in his face wakes him up. “Fuck what you do that for!”

“Why the hell is this bitch in your phone Ony? Who is this?”

Going through their text messages they have been texting for a good lil min. “ Oh he got me all the way fucked up”, you thought. Throwing his phone at him he catches it.

“You must think you slick or something Y/n” getting up and putting his phone on a charger.

“You not the only one who figures stuff out and goes through people's phones”. Looking at him you say” wtf are you talking bout” “Don't play dumb Y/n. I know you were texting Eren” Your face falls knowing you've been caught up.

“I just got a question tho Y/n” he looks you dead in your eyes knowing if you don't answer he is going get fucked up.

“ Was it good?” You look at him crazy when he asks that. “If I said yes what would you do?”

“Y/n quit fuckin playin wit me.” He walked up to you and choked you.

You like it when I get mad huh y/n you bring this shi on yourself” Looking at you. He lets you go and tells you “ Drop to your knees”

“ I’m sorry Daddy I won't do it again,” you said

“It's too late to say sorry know you should've thought about that before you woke me on some BS now Drop” his voice was deeper now and now his eyes were burning into you as you dropped to your knees and palming himself over his pants

“Lemme put that mouth to use…”

[onysfavreader]

Big daddy doms who spoil black fem reader way to much >>>>

Kirishima Ony Aizawa Toji Bakugou + your fav

[luminiamore]

୨୧ ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST ୨୧

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