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90ekz · 3 months

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BLEED INTO ME!

in which… ony is your vampire boyfriend, and he tends to overfeed, even when you tell him not to. guess you have to teach him a lesson, yeah?

word count: 3.4k (WOAH?)

content. smut + plot, sub!vamp!ony, light angst, nicknames (baby, princess, ma, pa, pretty), dacryphillia, heavy discussion of wounds and injury, established relationship, n-word usage, hematolagnia & blood consumption, black!domfem!reader, overstimulation, handcuffs, light feminization, handjobs, male squirting, dry humping.

syno speaks. i really apologize for the delay on this, but i hope y’all love it! thank you for all the support :) btw, i know some people are squeamish about blood, so if that bothers you in any way you may need to avoid reading this. kk that’s all, love y’all 💋

ony annoys the fuck outta you.

he always has, ever since he came shimmying through your houses’ chimney while you’d fallen asleep on the couch watching your favorite movie. the action hadn’t even registered in your bleary mind until he was poking his sharpened talon against your cheek, silently praying that you’d wake up so he could explain his current situation.

the poachers were running a muck on the town, and they were out to kill any and every vampire they could find.

ony, specifically, had been a prime target, due to him being the only full-breed left in the country. he had been on the run for months now, and whether it was finding caves to sleep in or crashing at his boys’ houses when he could, he’d been keeping his distance between him and the enemy, until now.

he’s suddenly awoken in his cave to the sound of heavy footsteps clammering against floors of the gravel, and he recognized the sound like his own voice. he wasn’t quick enough to move out of their line of sight before he was shot in his stomach and chased through town, only getting away once he saw your house with an easy entrance.

“hey, wake the hell up.” ony complained, his jabs slowly getting softer as he took in the state of your sprawled out body.

your appearance should be the least of his worries right now, but you were so captivating. even with the droop of your plump lips, and the way your blanket was completely kicked off you, revealing only a crop top and shorts. your curves were on full display, and he felt his fingers itch with the need to touch, to mark.

as your eyes blinked open, ony hovered over your frame, drool pooling in his mouth as he patiently waited for your full awakening.

“oh, look who decided to join us.”

silence stretched over the room for an unbearable amount of time as your brain caught up to what exactly you were looking at, and you were scrambling to your feet and behind the couch. you were swift on your feet, and suddenly ony had a knife barreling toward his head that he barely dodged. the knife cemented itself into the wall, a reverberated sound bouncing against both of your ears.

“get the hell out of my house!” you gritted out, trying to keep your voice even. ony’s eyes are wide as he flicks his attention between you and the literal machete in the wall, what just happened?

“can you, uh, let me explain first?” ony presses on as he tried to ignore the way your voice was calling to him like a siren song. something about you was making his knees physically weak, but he would figure that out later when you weren’t ready to chuck another knife at him.

“explain what—you’re a random nigga in my house! how did you even get in here?!”

“the chimney, look can you just calm down—shit.” ony doubled over, as more blood started to leak from his wound. he hadn’t been fed in over a month, and was now losing his own blood. his regeneration isn’t as effective when he’s hungry, but he couldn’t risk going to some hospital to get help either.

you let a gasp slip out as you saw his hand clutches against his stomach, and you warily made your way over to his crumpling form.

“fuck, is that a bullet wound? i’ll um—let me go get some gauze, don’t move.” you rushed into a room outside of ony’s field of vision, and just as suddenly as you left, you were helping him to the couch. ony flopped down, quiet curses falling out of his mouth. you felt your cheeks heat as you removed what was left of his shirt and inspected his wound. it wasn’t too deep, and you were able to pull the bullet out with your tweezers without much effort.

the rest of the process was seamless, and ony was left relatively feeling impressed as he eyed the stained gauze wrapping his stomach. you even handed him a glass of water, and kneeled by him on the floor. you were so caring, and his stomach was in knots at your close proximity.

you kept making eyes at him like you wanted to ask something, until you finally did.

“what the hell happened to you?” your voice was much softer this time around, and ony was definitely a bigger fan of this tone. ony hooked his pointer finger into the corner of his mouth to reveal one of his pearly white fangs, his tongue lolling out involuntarily.

“poachers.”

he really did owe you a better explanation, but his head was much too fuzzy from hunger and blood loss to fully spit out that whole monologue. plus, your cheeks were now stained burgundy with shyness and another emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and you looked way too cute like that.

only now did you finally take a good look at the man before you, and you were embarrassed to realize that this was the man that had been labeled all over the news as “the last living full-breed.”

and he was bloody, shirtless, and sexy right here on your living room couch.

“y-you’re…”

“the last living full-breed vampire? yeah, something like that.” ony rolled his eyes, his hand waving in a nonchalant manner as if he wasn’t the most wanted… thing walking right now. you’d built up an impressive saved folder of videos, blog articles, and news headlines about him and his whereabouts, and you’d always felt so bad for him.

a bout of shame washed over you at your previous actions. you’d attacked him and screamed at him without even realizing that this was the same man you’d been pitying for months now, and now that he’s here, you have a strange urge to protect him.

“i, uh…i’m sorry for all the knife-throwing and stuff,” you mumble into the arm of the couch. “i didn’t realize it was you.” ony huffs, clearly amused with your response.“i did break into your house to be fair. i wouldn’t sweat it.” he shifts in his seat on the couch, still unable to fully sit up without the pain spreading. fuck; he really needs to eat soon.

comfortable silence sits in the room with the two of you, the same thing on both of your minds.

“so, what’re you gonna do now?”

“no clue. i can’t go back to my cave, and most of my homeboys live in the old city i was staying in, so i can’t go to any of them. probably just gonna skip town. again.” ony mentions sadly. he was tired of always having to run from people, and it was getting lonely without any of his friends or family around anymore. it was a constant battle, and he was tired of fighting for it.

you him to affirm him, but can’t shake the ridiculous idea you have brewing on the back of your tongue. it should be out of the question, but you wanted to protect him, and he needed somewhere to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?

ony sighed, and as he went to stand up, you grabbed his wrist firmly.

“why don’t…why don’t you just stay here?”

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“onyankopon, i’m not boutta play wit you all night.”

“please baby, im so hungry.” ony presses his cheek against the innard of your thigh while you diligently finish on the outline of your english literature essay and pouts.

fuck you and your dedication to a masters degree, hmph.

he’d been teasing you for hours now so you could feed him, but you wouldn’t take the bait. you just roll your eyes in response as he grips onto the fat of your thigh, licking and sucking at the bite mark from 2 days ago that hadn't faded all the way yet.

this only spurred ony further, his instincts just telling him to ruin your thighs for any one else, to just drain you of everything you had.

so he did.

“o-ony! what did i just say?!” your thigh trembles against his lips as he digs his fangs in, his eyes low and cloudy from your taste. this, this right here, was his personal heaven—desperate whines slipping from your lips, your fingers gripping his hair, your sweet stream hitting his tongue as he sloppily drinks you alive.

ony groaned deep in his chest as his pants began to feel far too tight all of the sudden. this happens often, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. it isn’t uncommon for him to come completely undone just by feeling your sweetness flow down his throat and pool into his stomach. your blood was his weakness; it made him stronger, faster, and healthier than he’d ever felt or been, and you protected him.

you the first—and the only—to not cast him out, and for that reason, he fell deep for you. deeper than he ever thought possible.

and even now, ony craved more of you.

you shakily pressed three taps to the side of his biceps, your sign that you needed him to stop. he whined loudly, but pulled away nonetheless. he knows that restraint is very important when it comes to this, but he’s still so hungry. you feel your cheeks heat up as you brush a thumb of his now trembling lips, and take in just how wrecked he looks.

his eyes are watering tinted and watery, and his hair was ruffled from the way you’d pulled on it. ony was a complete mess of himself, and you felt your pride swell at how easily your blood can do that to him.

“mmm, fuck ma, tastes so fucking good—‘m so hard fr’m it…”

you smile down at him, loving how quickly he fell under your spell. ony’s your obsession, but he had disobeyed you, and you couldn’t let that slide. as much as you wanted to just give into him and let him take what he needs from you, you had to remind him who was boss.

“uh huh.” you shrugged, simply going back to your paper. you wanted to make him even more needy than he already was.

“‘fuck you mean, uh huh? make me nut already.” ony licks over the freshly punctured bite as a little blood rushes out. he expects you to do something, anything in response, but you just huff and continue to work on your paper. you’re basically done with it already, but you choose to add little details just so he gets irritated, and boy is it working. ony was absolutely itching to just break that stupid laptop so you'd pay attention to him, but it was all in vain.

no matter the amount of kissing, licking or teasing he did, your resolve didn't crack one bit under the pressure of his touch, and that in itself made ony's blood run cold. he just wanted you to look at him, and his cock was throbbing even without your attention.

“don’t act like you ain’t just drink a whole pint outta me even when i said wait. you not gettin’ shit else.” you wave him off with a simple signal of your hand, and his stomach drops. not only were you ignoring him, you were shooing him.

ony raises to his feet and nuzzles his face into your neck, positively whiny now. he undid the button of his pants and you gasped as his cock sprung free. of course the freaky nigga wasn’t wearing any drawls, he strange like that.

“ony, put some damn drawls on.”

“baby please, ‘s literally throbbing. ‘can’t take it.”

you found yourself holding back a smile as he peppers kisses along your face and neck, and you’re trying not to giggle. your restraint is slowly slipping, and you figured that you could indulge him just a little. you meet him halfway, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. it was just how you liked it. ony had a way with kissing—his fangs usually came as a bit of a roadblock, but you two found ways around it. you tug the back of his head toward you, and he’s stumbling down to your height.

you smile, and ony feels himself melting once more. you could tell that he was getting needier, the glint in his eyes giving away how ready he was to be ruined by you.

“you need it bad, pa?”

“fuck, so bad.” he gasped into your mouth, his fang nipping your lip and watching a bit of blood bead at the tip of it. he eagerly licked it up, and you could feel your own arousal building. your gray panties did nothing to hide the wet spot growing in your core, but you had bigger things to worry about.

you wrapped a manicured hand around ony’s wrist, pulling him to the bedroom. he chuckled deep in his chest as he trailed behind you like your personal mutt, and you couldn’t help but smile. you loved when he got like this.

as soon as you entered the room, ony blinked and he was suddenly cuffed to your king sized bed, the silk of the sheets rubbing up against his skin. he already felt overwhelmed, and was pouty about not being able to touch you, but he had to remember that this was his punishment, and he wanted to be good for you. he was completely naked and the cold air of the room barely registered to him as your clothed pussy rutted against his bare cock.

it was like torture, but he knows that’s the point.

“c-cmon ma, you can go harder,” ony sighed, gesturing his head toward your matching bra and panties. you ground your pussy down against him harder, wanton moans falling from your glossed lips. ony cursed under his breath as he watched you stimulate yourself on his cock. your nails dug into his waist as you moved, arousal clear on your face. “is fat ma wet for me yet?”

it was a ridiculous question, really. he already knew the answer, and you did too. squelching noises filled the room as your sticky underwear made friction against his cock, and that was answer enough, but ony wanted to hear you admit it. you weren’t that vocal in bed (at least not with words), but it was always ony’s goal to make you.

“mmhm, she’s so wet f’you pa.”

“oh fuck.” ony feels his hips jerk up involuntarily as you talk dirty to him, he loves that nasty shit. he can’t figure out if it’s because you’re kinda mad at him or something else, but you were so responsive today and he needed to be inside you now. just the simple act of watching you climb the ladder to your climax was enough to have him panting and moaning along with you.

your head drops backward as you get closer to that sweet release, and ony is falling in love all over again. you look perfect like this, drooling over his cock rubbing between your folds without even properly touching you. your hand rubs under his chin as you force him to look at you, and he hopes he isn’t blushing.

“ony—fuck! ‘m cummin!” the coil in your stomach snaps, and ony watches in awe as your panties get completely ruined. his lap is sticky from the mix of his own pre and your juices, and he whines as his fangs start to protrude from arousal. you smile and let your thumb trail over his teeth and tongue, and he’s struggling against the cuffs.

there’s so many thing ony wants to do to you right now—but he wants to touch you more than anything. run his fingers up the indent of your wide hips, choke you, rub your oversensitive pussy, fuck, and he really wants to bite you. he wasn’t even that hungry, but there was an ache under his skin to mark you and make you bleed, and watch it all drip out.

just the thought was enough to have a spurts of cum shooting onto his stomach, and you let out a little coo at his twitching stomach as you take the opportunity to begin stimulating him, not even caring if he was too sensitive. you ran your fingers over the head of his cock, pay extra attention to the tip just the way that makes him fall apart.

“w-wait!”

“for what? you were just begging me to make you nut earlier, weren’t you?” you smirk as he bucks against your hand. when ony gets sensitive, his voice will pitch up and it’s the sexiest thing in the world to you. he’s always the neediest after he feeds, and it’s so cute. your eyes landed on the lube sitting on your nightstand, and you took the opportunity to squirt a few drops onto your hand. it was almost too slippery for you to keep your pace, but the added moisture made it easier to stimulate the most sensitive parts of him.

“shit, it’s so wet.”

“yeah? wetter than me?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“uh uh, ‘s nothing wetter than you mama—oh shit,” ony’s mouth dropped open as your finger passed over his slit once more, and he was spilling into your hand with a groan. there was more of it this time, and his hands tugged at the handcuffs as you continued to work him through his second orgasm. you were almost afraid that he was going to break them with his pure strength, but you just let him struggle.

you’d seen him break many things in your shared house. door handles, alarm clocks, your counter, (don’t ask about that one) so you wouldn’t be shocked if he tried to break his restraints, but you knew he loved them too much. “baby—can’t take anymore, fucking hurts!” ony trembles, his legs bucking under you as you stroke his harder. both of your hands were working on his cock now, and his lip was bleeding from gnawing on it too much. a few stray tears even started to trail down his face.

“cmon princess, you can give me one more,” you kiss along ony’s neck and chest, and smile as you feel his breath stutter under your touch.

“ma, w-wait! ‘m serious, it feels weird—shitshitshit—”

before you could ask what he meant, ony’s orgasm was slamming into him and a clear stream of liquid was shooting out of his cock in uneven spurts. each shot was shorter than the first, but you were taken aback nonetheless. he’d never done anything like that before, at least not that you’ve ever seen, but you could feel arousal pooling in your belly again as he writhed under you. you finally released his cock as it softened against his stomach, and room was developed in silence apart from the heaving breathing of both of you.

you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and began undoing his cuffs, his look of embarrassment not going unnoticed. he rubbed his wrists together, inevitably proud of the marks you’d left on him. “onya.” you pressed your chest to his, but he wouldn’t look at you. you figured he was embarrassed about what had just happened, even if you didn’t know exactly what that was.

“hmm?”

“you gonna look at me or just do that blushing school girl shit all night?” that made him smack his lips and finally let his eyes meet yours. you held his jaw with your hand, stroking right where he was starting to grow some hair finally. it was a shame, ony really had no idea how pretty he was, even with his eyes streaked with tears, swollen lips, and marks left all along his neck and chest. his hands finally grasped your waist, eventually sliding down to paw at your doughy ass.

“you’re ruining my street cred, fat butt. out here makin me squirt and shit.”

“what street cred, nigga? you from the woods!” you laughed against his chest, and he felt his heart swell. he lifted your chin up to look at him, and your little smile made him remember that everything would be okay as long as he had you. you’d saved him, taken him away from a dangerous life, and he couldn’t find any way good enough to properly thank you.

your eyes twinkled and you closed the distance between the two of you. the kiss was slow and ardent, and you wanted to stay like this forever.

“you did so good, ony. ‘so proud of you, baby.”

“if you were really proud, you’d feed me some more—”

“mmkay, don’t push ya luck.”

special tag 444 my baby <3 @hoesluvshanti

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scremogirl · 7 months

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✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Plug! Ony who only really likes getting high if it’s with you. Sure, he’ll have a sesh with his homeboys; but it’s nothing compared to sitting in his lavsious car, his pretty little client next to him. Maybe client is an understatement; crush seems more fitting, no? I mean, he always lets you take the first hit. Wanting to feel the reminmets of your gloss, loving the feeling of giving you an indirect kiss. Can always tell when you get a new flavor, the peach-cherry blossom one is his favorite. Wonders if you’d let him kiss it all off. Or how it’d be smudged all of your face and lips, mixed with his cum as most of it is in the shape of kiss marks on his big dick.

Plug! Ony who spoils you with all the weed and money you want. Whatever you need he got it. From money for your hair to rent or grocery money. At this point he’s starting to view this relationship as more of a sugar daddy/sugar baby type thing. He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want you just coming to him when you need something. He wants you as his 4life.

Plug! Ony who spots another guy trynna get up on you at Jeans party. Plug! Ony who sees its making you uncomfortable and won’t just stand by and watch. Plug! Ony who comes up to you grabbing a palm full of as and kissing you deep; slipping his tounge in your mouth. He pulls away and looks the guy in his eyes. “You need sum from my girl?” Plug! Ony who watches the guy scamper away and then shifting his gaze to you, only to find you're already lookin at him with a mix of thankfulness and lust.

︎ ⚠︎︎

Plug! Ony who fucks you in the backseat of the same car he uses for your smoke sesh. “O-oh my godddd Pa. You fuckin my shit uppp,” he chuckles and continues to bounce you up and down on his cock. “I know, ma. Shit feel good huh?” You nod and let out a spew of yes’s. “Oh baby, im-im finna cumm, oh fuck,” he smacks your ass and bucks his hips faster. “Cum for me mama, cover my shit,”

Plug! Ony who cleans you up and drives you to his house. You both get in the shower *he had a spare shower cap, thank god* and when you dry off he lays you down in bed. You climb back on top of him trying to get him going again but he stops you. “Hol up baby. Before I we get to goin I wanna ask you sum,” you don’t talk expectedly waiting for him to get whatever he needs of his chest. “This whole friends with benefits- plug/client relashionship we got goin on, we deadin that shit right na,” your eyes go wide. All this time you thought he didn’t want anything serious. Maybe the shopping sprees, 12am smoke sessions, and him dicking you down the way he does should’ve told you otherwise. “I want be your man and I want you to be my girl. I ain’t take no for an answer by the way,” you just smile and muzzle your face into his neck. Sex can wait; right now, you just wanna cuddle up with your man.

I didn’t proof read/edit anything; I just wanted to have the third post out B4 Fri. Imma be hella bust next week so I might not post anything at all and I have no works in the drafts. I’ll see what I can push out.

-Love, Sos❤️

#aot onyankopon #ony x you #ony x black reader #onyankopon x reader #ony x y/n #✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

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ellieswyfe · 9 months

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Positions

"oooh waitaminuteee.." the position he had you in was absolutely nasty. he had your knees pushed up to your tits in missionary and was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot which drew stars from your eyes. "unghh...all i-in my tummy pa," you looked up at him teary eyed.

"yea? you like that baby- show me where you feel it at mama." he responded. a mixture of wet sounds, moans, and the bed-board, was all that could be heard in the room. it smelt like straight sex- pure sin and if you weren't in the position you were in you would probably be disgusted- you should be but it felt too good to even care. "looook, i-it's right hereee," you sobbed, reaching your tiny hand past your belly pudge to show him where he was pleasuring you.

in between feeding you deep, long strokes, he looked down at the connect of his dick inside your thick wet pussy and moaned. flipping you over on your belly, putting you into a new position, while beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and abs. "mhm gonna make me nut ma..fuck” he threw his head back in satisfaction at the delicious sight.

“s-shit aah..too much sl-slow downn” you whined when feeling his tip prod at your cervix. the pleasurably painful thrusts becoming too overwhelming for you in this position after you’ve came countless times already. you make a damn near deadly mistake when you reach down to push at his lower torso hoping to stop the extent of the thrusts.

“nu-uh move ya fucking hands..not done wit you yet,” he said picking up the pace smacking your hands away…not being in the position to complain all you could do was take it and hope your not too sore the next morning. </3

mood song

: ONYYY, connie, erenn, maybeee jean if you squint

a/n (not my best work but ive got writers block 😔 so send me some asks nd ill write them!!)

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jeansplaytoy · 8 months

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

Ony

Eren

Armin

Jean

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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blerd!ony…💭

been wanting to write about my sweetheart + I needed something self indulgent today so here we are! 🩷

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you never really liked talking anime or nerd culture with men!…a strange thought but a true one nonetheless. It was always one exhausting conversation after the next. From being giving random pop quizzes about this series or a lecture about how that one doesn’t measure up to the solidified greats. That was until you met blerd!ony…the gentle, kindhearted cashier in the store you frequented on a daily basis. Blerd!ony, who recognized the t-shirt you were wearing immediately from that very obscure yet classic anime you loved so much, became absolutely ecstatic to talk to you from that day on. The tall, gorgeous male with a smile like the stars, the most beautiful complexion you’ve ever seen and a voice like honey had given you even more of a reason to gush over him. “You gotta give me your top five right now. I always see your keychains and shit. You got good taste..” you were a bit hesitant because this was always the point where things went left but blerd!ony surprised you by praising your choices and even saying he’d check out the ones you’d put him on to. blerd!ony, who had a sleeve full of video game themed tattoos took pride in showing off his pieces when you happened to catch him outside on smoke break one night. Telling you how he played all the time and even streamed a bit in his free time. “I do alright, you should check me out.” blerd!ony, who was always holding up the line just to chat with his favorite customer about the new series he just started. “I’m talking to my girl, y’all can wait—anyways, did you see that new episode? Shit was crazy.” it wasn’t long before he was asking for your socials and hoping to keep the communication going on days even when he couldn’t see you. blerd!ony, who couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the girl who came in his store with sweatpants and a DBZ shirt all dolled up in your cosplays..some a lot more revealing than others. blerd!ony, who’d always wanted to try the hobby but was afraid had some questions..among other things the next time he saw you. “I see how it is, best friend. You be putting that shit on.” you were infatuated with his humor and laid back personality so naturally, when he invited you to an anime cafe in your city, you accepted. blerd!ony, who was the perfect gentleman ensured that you had the best time as you two chopped it up about all things nerdy, making you laugh more than you had in a long time.

blerd!ony, who confided in you that he didn’t have many friends and especially ones into the things he was, told you how happy he was to have met you. “You cool as hell, we gotta do this more often.” a sentiment you agreed with heavily agreed with. Some time had passed and you two spoke nearly everyday. That’s when he revealed that he was not only interested in attending his first con but cosplaying as well, asked you accompany him..and pick a character! “I trust you, ma. Make me look good..” it was a no brainer as the two of you were huge fans of the Mortal Kombat series and decided to dress as Sindel and Shao Kahn. So the two of you spent days going to the fabric store and ordering materials to build props in your spare time..blerd!ony, who was turning heads the entire time when he revealed that Adonis like figure that had been hiding underneath that company polo everyday..you were nervous and even a little embarrassed walking beside someone so fine. but blerd!ony couldn’t keep his eyes off of you or hands..holding your left one, keeping you close and grasping the small of your back as he guided you through the crowds. Even carrying all of your bags and letting you rest your tired feet on his lap. blerd!ony, who had been eyeing you all day couldn’t help but to be entranced when it was time for the after party and the two of you were dancing with liquor in your system. “You full of surprises, huh mama?” “Try me and you might find out just how many.” blerd!ony, who couldn’t wait to get back to you guys’ hotel room, tore that costume open quicker than you could get the door open..leaving a trail of warm kisses down your neck as his fingers delved into your core, pinning you against the wall in the process. “You so fucking sexy..” muttering in your ear as he hiked your leg up and tugged his bottoms down. blerd!ony, who fucked you like a man starved that night had you grasping at things that weren’t even there..taking you from the mirror, to the dresser and eventually the bed, where he gave you deep backshots; grasping that platinum gray lace front on your head as he did so. “You don’t know how long I been wanting this..fuck..” blerd!ony, who had you fucking up the sheets all night, getting stretched by that thick cock with the curve, absolutely depleted you, so much so, you two barely made it around the convention the next day but he was glad that he had met the girl who loved the same things he did and the one of his dreams. <3

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s1ckh1mb0 · 1 month

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“Ngh! Onya- slow down.”

“Not my fucking name baby.”

“Fuck! Daddy, please!”

Ony wasn’t giving you a break like by a long shot. You just didn’t know when to shut the fuck up and now he was gonna teach you. You wanted to embarrass him by callin him a bitch ass nigga in front of his friends all cause he told you no to some shoes you wanted. You knew better and he didn’t waste no time pulling you out the bar and to the back of his car.

He had you face up and ass down, his large tattooed hand gripping the back of your head as he slammed into you repeatedly. Every time you whined it only got you a harsh slap on the ass. He pulled you head back making the look him in the eyes.

“Open.”

You knew better than to disobey with how pissed off he was. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out only to be met with a glob of spit falling into it. He chuckled and leaned down kissing you. Your smeared lipstick getting all over your and his lips. He pulled back and looked down at you, the way your ass was bouncing against his pelvis was mesmerizing. He bit his lip as he stuck his thumb into your puckered hole while watching you fuck yourself on his dick.”

“Fuck baby you like that huh? Yeah this what you fucking wanted. That’s right you gonna take what I fucking give you.”

“M’ sorry daddy ngh! Swear I didn’t mean it.”

“Nah you wanted to run ya mouth right. You gonna take this dick now. Ain’t no talkin ya way out of this.”

💋

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love-me-satoru · 2 months

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“Onyyyyyy..”

“Quiet lil mama I got you”

He’s been sucking on your clit for the past hour lost in between your legs you’ve came a least three times but he’s not done. He loves every part of you. But that sweet taste your cunt produces must be one of his favourites if he would chose to be there for hours on end.

“Ony.. please..”

“Cum for me mama.”

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morgluvsconnie · 2 months

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onyankopon really likes you.

it’s not a normal like, it’s an “id do anything for you if you wanted me to” type of like. and a “just like me back” type of like. except, he’s never told you those things.

see, ony doesn’t know how to express his self when it comes to you. but he knows how to talk to you, and how to pretend he doesn’t wanna be more than just your bestfriend. he knows how to act like he isn’t jealous when other guys come around and try to get your number.

he knows to just look away whenever he sees you talking to someone else, because he’d never admit it, but he got a heartache every time he’d see you giving your number out. even though he knew you’d just block the guy you were giving it to.

he didn’t tell anyone about his feelings for you, not even connie. he wanted to be private about your relation— i mean, the way he felt about you.

but when he got drunk, tipsy even. when you caught him at the right moment, you’d hear him say “i like you.” whilst leaning back on the couch. “i know, i know. you need to get your rest though, you’re just drunk.” you muttered with a soft chuckle.

“nah, i like you. for real.” he said again. you rolled your eyes. “i know, ony. you’re my best friend. i like you too.” you sighed, sitting beside him to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid for the night.

onys eyes dragged to your face. he admired you, not opening his mouth to say anything else. except for “ion know why you be tryna talk to other niggas… when im right here.” he mumbled. you looked at him with a confused look. it was the alcohol talking, for sure. “you gotta stop yo’ stuff.” you laughed softly while shaking your head.

but your smile slowly turned into a slight frown when you realized he was dead serious. no smile, no frown, just a straight look.

“youn get it…” he slowly shook his head and looked at the ground. he could barely keep his eyes open. “it’s like… youn know how pretty you is… and you just…” he looked back up at you. “youn know what you do to me, y/n.”

your heart felt like it was about to pierce open.

“and i be tryna hide that shit but goddamn, you be driving me crazyyy.” he dragged his words out while stretching his legs and dragging his hands over his face. “fuck.” he whispered to his self.

“so you like me?”

you tried to make sure he wasn’t just saying random things.

“shit, i love you if you wanna put it like that.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “onyyy.” you played with your fingers and smacked your lips. “youn mean that.” you looked him.

“i do.”

you thought about it for a few seconds. but without a second thought of your final decision, you cupped his face and planted a small kiss on his lips.

“goodnight.” you mumbled before standing up and heading to your room.

leaving nothing but a dumbfounded look on onys face, which quickly turned into a lazy grin.

“fuckkk, i love her.”

#𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚟𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎₊✩ˎˊ˗#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon fluff #onyankopon x you #ony x reader

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rissouu · 3 months

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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”

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httpsbimbo · 3 months

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BLITZED — dealer!onyankopon

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, smoking, petnames, cunnilingus, blowjob, cursing, penetration, slight overstim, mutual pinning modern!au

002. w/c: 2.7k

After successfully finishing your shift at work, you glance over to the clock on the wall that sharply read ‘7:30’ in the afternoon. The other staff you work alongside aka the younger trainees in your hair salon that you hired were already out the door, you felt generous enough to let them off early due to it being a Friday.

Walking over to the spare mirror, you place your equipment down, taking time to fix your own wig.You wanted to look presentable to your dealer Onyankopon afterall, he’d compliment your wigs every time you’d buy from him. It brought a different type of a blush on your face no man has brought before, whenever he says “You look good ma, new color?”. Just thinking of it brought flutters to your stomach, fixing the rest of your appearance to what you’d been wearing today.

You smiled as you sufficiently finished you hair, humming as you picked up your work-tote bag before glancing at the clock again, only fifteen minutes had passed so you decided it’d be best not to keep Ony waiting any longer. He wasn’t a man of patience afterall.

You gathered your keys in your palm, walking over to your car while unlocking it, moving to gather up the money you owed for the eighth, getting ready to drive by your usual spot with him by one of the more deserted alley ways near your crib.

It wasn’t a far drive, making your way to the front of the ally way to park. You could feel your fingers tingling with excitement as you shut your car off, shutting the door behind you as you made way to the silhouette in the dimly lit space.

“You 20 mins late ma.” His husky voice echoed in the tight pathway with a sight of him smoking a blunt, low eyes staring you down that made you feel small. “My fault, had to fix my lace a bit Ony..” He paused as he took a hit, blowing the smoke away from your face before reaching in his pocket. You reached to hand him the money but he’d stop you before you got the chance.

“Nah, you get this one for free..” This caused you to pause, looking at him with almost a shell shocked gaze. “But you never do that, what's up with you lately?.”. He gave a low chuckle in response, the sound causing your ears to get hot as you squeezed on the handle of your bag just a little tighter. “Cause you look a little too good today.. Jus’ take it.” He held it out to you, hesitantly taking it to pocket it as you felt your thighs squeeze at his answer. He shouldn’t be making you react so.. stimulated. Ony must’ve noticed as well, reaching to hand you his blunt.

You took it, taking a long inhale as he watched you intently, licking his lips. You felt the red eyes peering down at you, only making you feel more giddy as you exhaled shortly after, the weed in your system making your mouth tingle as you took another puff, handing it back over. Your fingers slightly brushed as he took it back, not hesitating to take a puff of his own.

The air had a tension to it, yet you exhaled to speak. “You wanna do this in my car? You look goofy in this alleyway Ony..”. He let out a low chuckle at your words, placing his free-hand in his pocket while looking at you. “I’m down if you’re down.” Was all he said. Allowing you to lead him inside your car as he took another hit once the door closed. You felt nervous, butterflies in your stomach as you could smell the mixture of cannabis and cologne lingering off Ony that caused you to shuffle a bit in your seat, thighs clenching. “Here.” He handed the blunt to you, taking it as you took another puff. Feeling his hungry eyes gazing at you from the side, making you tremble, making you sweat.

“Whatchu’ nervous for ma?” he smiled, knowing the effect he had on you. That motherfucker. He almost folded when he saw your eyes starting to lower, glossed over eyes countering his gaze as you handed it back. “Cause you keep starin’ dickneck.” He laughed at this, licking his lips before finishing the rest of the blunt while you reached to crack the window ever so slightly.

Ony tipped his head back, adam's apple in full view of the streetlight that kissed his skin so beautifully. You took this time to stare at him, studded earrings complimenting the hat he wore. He was handsome, his tatted arms showing out in his white tee. It made your mouth dry, reaching in your pocket to reapply your lip gloss, oblivious to Ony side eyeing you like a starved man.

“Jus’ got off your shift? Got that eager to see me, huh?”, “Not too much, I just wanted my shit before I spent my money.”, “Rightt.. Jus' say you’re excited to see me.” He sounded almost cocky, leaning over the console to get a better look at your face. Your breath hitched, a glance at his lips before you looked into his eyes. A hand creeping to your thigh as you both felt the weed get further in your system. “Can I kiss you?” He murmured as if he was holding himself back. You could only let out a nod before he smashes his lips against yours, a small moan as your lipgloss smeared against his two-toned lips. You felt yourself crawling across to straddle yourself on his lap, firm hands on your sides as you both deepened the kiss, tongue running on your bottom lip.

Once you pulled away you looked at him licking his lips, checking you out before looking back into your eyes with a hazy smile. It made you feel small, moving a sleeve as an attempt to cover your face yet Ony wasn’t having it, gently gripping your wrist. “Nah, lemme see that pretty face.. been thinking about you too much ma” He smiled, moving to leave gentle kisses along your jawline, down to your collarbone causing a small jump, “Ony-”. Your scent felt intoxicating to him, making him only want to continue to stir you on.

Your nails snaked up his white tee, feeling his abs tense at the cold feeling of your hands against him while he gave pecks on your neck. “Ony please.. more.” was all you had to utter, Ony moving quickly to place you on the backseat, following afterwards. “What can I do to make you feel good?” He stared at you, “I wanna make you feel good.” His words make you melt, gripping his shoulders as you stare at him. “Surprise me..”. The words were enough to have him gently pushing you back, kneeling on the floor of your car as he was slotted between your legs. “Can I make you feel good ma?” You nodded, helping him pull down your sweatpants. Ony swore he fell in love with your scent as he smelt you closer, moving a teasing finger to the small damp spot on your panties. You let out a small whimper, peering down at the man in awe as he kept teasing you while you rested your legs on his shoulders.

The weed calmed your nerves, normally you’d be nervous to the point you couldn’t even stare but you watched as he pulled your panties slowly, direct eye contact as he kept a smile with his pearly whites that only stirred you on more. “Lemme prep you, want my fingers or mouth?” He waited for a response, hot breath right where you wanted him most, “Mouth- please Ony i’m tired of the teasing..” You mustered out as he gave a low laugh before reaching to pepper your inner thighs with kisses.

You couldn’t help but make out small whimpers in response, biting the inner part of your cheek out of excitement due to you wanting him for so long. “Ony plea-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence, the man diving between your legs you lay his tongue flat and lick a swipe directly on your pussy. Letting out a moan even you were embarrassed by, the man would laugh, sending vibrations right by your clit.

He took a moment to breathe, laughing a bit at your body’s reaction to him. “That eager for me ma? Shitt… that turns me on.” He was so filthy with his words, causing your face to heat up more than you even thought was possible at this moment. However Ony wouldn’t waste any time going back down on you, tonguing your pussy as a thumb reached up to circle your clit slowly to make you moan just how he liked it, your sounds going straight to the tent in his pants. “Fuckfuckfuck-“ Was all you could utter as he tongue fucked you, building up to the familiar pressure you’d feel in your lower stomach everytime you got horny thinking of him.

You huffed for air from how good he ate you, tapping his arm that was wrapped around your thighs as a warning you were about to cum. “Jus’ like that baby, cum on my tongue.” He encouraged, coil in your belly snapping as you came on his face to earn a satisfied groan while he helped you through your orgasm. Falling from that high, Ony sat up and you’d be met with the lower half of his face lathered in your juices with his eyes looking darker, and not just from the weed.

“Fuck.. that was hot.” He almost laughed as he looked at your expression, tears welling in your eyes from how he made you feel. “You’re dangerous.. can’t get you outta’ my head.” Now grabbing a hand so you could feel how hard he was in his gray sweats. You almost gasped at how big he felt, your expression making him smile as he licked his lips. “You can take it out, see what you do to me?” He teased as he watched you rub on his print, earning a low groan from him.

You made eye contact with him while taking his cock out, practically twitching as it felt the cold air against it. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock, a slight curve to the right with not much length but for sure enough girth to it. A pretty vein laying on the underside of his dick. Not being able to stop yourself, you let a line of drool drop onto his tip, using it to properly stroke him off. “Fuck ma- jus’ like that, stroke this dick..”. His head tipping back as you slowly moved your hand.

His breathing became more uneven, a tense grab of your wrist to stop you as he took a moment. “Didn’t wanna cum just from your jerking my dick.. got a condom? I wanna be inside you so bad..” He sounded desperate as he watched you sit up, reaching in the pocket behind the driver's seat to achieve a condom.

He watched you as you unraveled it down his shaft, now moving to lift you as he swapped your positioning. He’d be seated in the middle seat of the row while you straddled him, clit a few centimeters away from his dick. It made you eager, desperate to get some friction you tried to grind against him. “Hollon’ baby, lemme make you ready right quick..”. A hand moving to your clit to have you let out your little whimpers.

After he found that’d been enough, he gripped your hips as you attempted to lower yourself into his cock, a small whimper of pain as he reassured you. “Doin’ so good fa’ me ma, it’ll fit, just go slow.” Is all he kept repeating as you finally sat on his dick. You couldn’t help but feel a pain, Ony lifting your head with a finger on your chin to kiss you.

The kiss was less eager this time, using this as a way to calm your nerves to help subside the pain.”You ready?” You could only nod but Ony wasn’t fucking with that. “Words ma, ion wanna make you feel forced..” The simple statement made your chest flutter, allowing you to provide a “Yes..” as he lifted you off. You could feel yourself seeing stars once he slammed you back onto his cock, an almost pornographic moan escaping your lips as he gave you slow but hard strokes in the backseat of your own car.

“Fuck! Ony-“ You placed a hand on his lower abdomen as he kept giving you long strokes, the other attempting to cover your mouth in fear someone might walk past and hear. But Ony didn’t like that, his hand moving yours away, his movements a little messier. “Fuck.. nah lemme hear you baby, I- fuckin’ like hearing how you like this dick.” Tension in his words as he kept thrusting, your pussy practically sucking him in each time he went back.

You both couldn’t contain the noises that’d erupt from your mouths, Ony speeding up and rubbing your clit once you started getting too quiet. “Ngh..Fuck!” Was all you could utter out till he felt you squeezing him. “Nah nah- fuck that-“ He stopped as he was huffing for air, a whine escaping your lips. “Why’d you stopp-“, “Gotta fuck you at a better angle ma.” Wasting no time to lay you on your back as he put your right leg on his shoulder, the stretch making your leg hurt ever so slightly.

Before you could complain he started pounding into you again, this new position being more overwhelming due to it allowing him to hit your g-spot in each motion. “Ony-OnyOny-“ Was the only thing you could chant, making him go faster with a crushing grip on your hips. It wasn’t until he felt you clench around him again that he felt close to cumming, a small chuckle, “Gonna milk my dick, right ma?”. Looking at your fucked out expression as you nodded eagerly. “Go on, cum on this dick. Show me how good I make you feel.” Ony grinned as he sped up, feeling as you came on him and watching as your back arches and your face scrunched as a result. He kept thrusting as you went through your high, yet didn’t stop once you started to feel overstimulated.

“Onyyyy-“ You whined as he still went, the feeling making you twitch. “You treat me so good ma, this pussy.. so- good.” He sped up even more upon feeling his own orgasm rising, huffing for air each thrust. It continued until you dug your nails into his arm, a groan as he came into the condom, still able to feel his warm seed as he pulled out.

He started taking off his condom, showing off his cum-covered tip that you couldn’t help but move closer to grip his cock again. He was still overstimulated, so when you started to give kittenish licks to his tip he almost lost it, a loud whimper erupting from his chest as he gripped your hair. “Baby- fuck.. i’m sensitive still- wait-“. Yet you kept going, taking the tip in your mouth as you reached down to massage his balls, the feeling almost making him pass out.

“F-fuck- keep going- please-..” He murmured as he gripped your hair tighter, one more teasing lick away from going crazy. Once you did try to keep teasing him, he pushed you down further till your nose met with the pattern of hair he had on his crotch. Earning a gag from you, he let out a moan, practically humping your face like a dog on heat.

He kept at this till he felt himself getting closer, struggling to ask,”F-fuck where do you want it?” he managed to utter as he took you off momentarily. “Mouth-“ His eyes rolled back at the response and the sight of drool dropping off your chin, quickly thrusting back in your mouth as he let out groans. He slammed it to the back of your throat once he came, his seed flooding your mouth with a bitter taste.

Opening your mouth, you showed proof of swallowing his cum, his lidded eyes looking at your face.

“So.. wanna go out wimme?”

#onyankopon #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon #aot smut #ony aot #attack on titan smut #onyankopon snk #onyankopon x you #onyankopon x reader #aot fanfiction

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sinnamorolly · 4 months

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plug!ony hcs

as you wish anon😩🫴🏾

ony is definitely the rich plug. the type of to always be in a nice ass car and dont give a fuck abt people being in his business fr.

always wearing his signature pearly white smile with a couple teeth covered in gold. his ears and neck always donning diamonds that compliment the tattoos running up his neck too well.

he don’t usually invite customers into his car but he always pulls up and nods for you to get in whenever you order.

he never rly charged you for anything at all, although when you were a new customer you insisted on paying him (that didnt last long LMFAO)

you dont rly remember how these sessions started, but you just started spending more and more time in his car until you were placing orders just to see him. you would always make sure that you were looking all pretty and wearing a cute top that sat your breasts up real nice.

ony on the other hand could tell you the exact outfit you wore the first day you placed an order down to the socks. his ass was shell shocked to say the least!

will usually roll for you (and pearl tf outta that bitch may i add) and smoke with you while some RnB plays. you’ll usually tell him abt your day or your plans for the night. once ur done and ready to leave you throw your arms around him and kiss his cheek before pulling back to bat your lashes and say “goodnight ony” to which he replies “night baby” (safe to say you were going around SCREAMING my man after the first time he said that)

he ends up really becoming ur man once he paints that pretty face of yours in the back of his lambo. he was alr planning on asking u to be his girl, but you bet him to smoke you out and one thing inevitably led to another. maybe it was the way you throated every inch or the way you sucked on his balls like they were your favorite candy. but he definitely came back the next day with your favorite flowers, food, and a gold necklace with “ony” on it.

BONUS: shotgunning w this man is so sexy. he would put you square in his lap before grabbing your neck and blowing his smoke into your mouth. he’ll give you a light peck before trailing kisses along your neck to leave some big ass marks in case any niggas miss the necklace💀

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scremogirl · 7 months

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✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Trying to break up w/ toxic! Ony

“No, Ony. I’m sick and tired of this shit. We argue, go on a break, fuck, and get back together,” you let out a shakky breath trying to keep the tears threating to fall out your eyes from spilling.

“I know…I know. I’m sorry. I just.. you-I,” He fumbles over his words, before letting out a big sigh. He knocks on the door a little louder this time, leaning his forehead against the wood blocking his way from you.

“C’mon (Y/n) all I wanna do is talk this out, promise I’ll never yell at you again” Everything goes silent. You’re hoping he’ll just leave already. You're so done with everything, you’ve tried and tried to leave him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe it’s just because you love him so much, maybe it’s cause the dick to good. Whatever it is, you can’t put your finger on it.

“He loves you girl, y’know that”

“Y’all gon get back together anyways, ion know why you trippin”

“Just chill (N/n) that’s just who he is. Y’all made for eachother at this point,”

Ugh, why’s everyone on his side! Everytime you’ve broken up your friends would feed you his words. Telling you they can’t see y’all with anyone else and whatever other bullshit he feeds into their heads. You reached your boiling point. Before you could bury yourself deeper in your thoughts there's a beating at the door. The top hinges fly off scattering all over the marble tiles of your bathroom door. It flings open hitting the ground as you stare up at the perpetrator.

“Ony! What the fuck is wrong with you? Y’know how much that’ll cost me!?” You scream out to him. He’s not listening as he kicks the hinges out of his way, stepping over the door to come closer to you. You back away from him until the back of your knees hit the tub. You try to dash your way around him but he’s too fast and catches you by the waist. You struggle in his grip, clawing, biting and screaming at him to put you down. He walks out the bathroom throwing you on the large kingsized bed ya’ll used to share. He pins you down, leaning all his body weight on you. Before looking deep in your eyes.

“You ain’t goin nowhere. All of this ‘protectin you peace’ bullshit is done wit, we done when I say we are,”

“And imma tell you right now, that ain’t gonna happen,” he kisses your neck before staring you down again. A smirk making its way across his features, grills being reflected by the lamp on your nightstand.

“You mine ma, and ain’t nobody finna take you from me, not even you”

This was some ass but I had to put sum out XD.

#aot onyankopon #ony x black reader #Ony x you #Ony x y/bn #toxic relationship #✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

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jeansplaytoy · 8 months

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ony x pregnant!reader headcannons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

smothers your belly in kisses just because.

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

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

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

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

#poc reader #aot oneshots #aot onyankopon #ony x black reader #onyankopon #ony x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon fluff #aot x you #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot headcanons #onyankopon snk #jeansplaytoy♡︎

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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rapper connie + ony idc idc idc!

#my coochie screaming like a banshee in the wild right now #shit don’t make no sense #connie springer #onyankopon snk #onyankapon #musician x influencer au #aot x black reader #connie x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot au #musician au #black reader #I would be in that studio stretched like elastic you hear me #rapper connie #rapper ony #reverb series

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90ekz · 4 months

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“WE AINT GOOD-GOOD, BUT WE STILL GOOD”

debrief: when your ex-boyfriend ony comes down with a cold, you clock into your nurse shift, as well as resolving some old feelings.

tags: black!fem!reader, sickfic but like.. not, use of the n word, make-ups and break-ups, you make ony nervoussss 🥹, implied eremin (i love them), pure fluff, healthy communication cs ik some of y’all be bashin niggas heads in

an: bringing in the new year with some fluff !! i love you guys, and may 2024 bring everything you desire in abundance <3

ex-boyfriend!ony who was so heartbroken when y’all split, but knew it was for the best. he didn’t wanna drag you down with all his mess, (even if you insisted over and over that you were okay) and you were busy trying to get your masters. even through this, close contact was kept, and y’all leaned on each other for support.

that’s why it was such a shock when connie and jean had let it slip that he’d been sick for 3 days. you sat on the notion, wondering why he didn’t come to you or even say anything, and waited for a call, but when none came after a few hours, you were dialing his number harshly into your phone and letting it ring with a scowl on your face.

“onyankopon.” you spit over the phone, hearing him sputter at the use of his full name. dull music played in the background, and you could swear you hear other voices, hushed.

“h-hey mama, what’s goin on?” ony refused to let his composure slip, all his boys were over and he had told them that he had stopped fuckin’ with you. they all opted to come over to chill (smoke) even while he was down with a real bad cold. he caved and took a few hits before deciding that his lungs weren’t strong enough right now, and passing the spliff to connie wordlessly.

“you got something you wanna tell me?” you sat patiently, giving him the opportunity to tell the truth before jumping to conclusions. maybe there was a reason for it, everything happens for a reason, right?

“uh…nah i been chillin—hold up.” your eyebrow jumped at his labored breathing mixed with the sound of him hushing someone in the background before pressing the phone back to his ear. “anyways. im good, nothing to tell you, im cool. you cool?” your suspicion grew at his constant throat clearing and groans.

“you a damn lie.” before he could even respond, you were hanging up the phone and two beep sounds rung in his head. he tried to call back twice before getting a notification that you’d left home and were on the pathway to his house. the drive was only about 10 minutes, and knowing you, you’d be here in 5.

“aw shit—all y’all gotta go.” ony stumbled to his feet, ushering connie, eren, armin, and jean out of their seated positions and towards the front door. “man i was just getting high, the fuck goin’ on?” eren mumbles lightly, placing his jacket around armin’s shoulders and finishing packing his bag.

“someone’s coming over, c’mon.”

“who bruh?”

“y/n nigga, i think she knows im sick. y’all gotta go, now.” the whole group erupts in protests of ‘i thought y’all were done’ and ‘don’t kick us out for that, man!’ but ony didn’t care. he hadn’t seen you in person for a while, and he still needed to cover his tracks. the whole group rolls their eyes, save for connie and jean, who looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“connie, jean, why y’all look like that? what did y’all do?”

“it was him!” jean points to connie, completely throwing him under the bus. connie almost protests until he sees the sour look on ony’s face, and they’re scattering out the door with ‘im sorry’s’ flaking from their lips, leaving armin and eren to snicker under their breath.

“you said you were done with her, why now?”

“as much as i would love to give you an in-depth synopsis on my relationship status, i really don’t have time for allat right now.”

eren rolls his eyes, his attitude shown clear on his face. he wasn’t the biggest fan of ony’s relationship with you, considering that he’s the one who has to hear all the bullshit between you two. armin intertwines his pinkies with eren, an easy soother to his irritation.

“if i have to hear about this shit later, i’ll kill you.”

with reluctance, the couple left—armin apologetically excusing eren’s rudeness—and ony was left to spray fabreeze for the weed smell, and splash cold water on his face to hopefully extinguish his up-ticking fever, just in time for your harsh knocks to come on the door.

ony opened it, albeit barely enough for you to see his flushed face. he was feeling real feverish now….

“you ain’t tell me you was coming over.”

“i don’t have to tell you. open this damn door and stop playin wit me.” ony gulps as he unlocks the chain on the door and sees you fully. all you had on was his hoodie that he was sure you said you were gonna give back, and some nike pro shorts that he couldn’t see. you held a bag of unknown contents in your hand. you eyed him up and down before stepping inside like you owned the place.

he loved when you did that shit, this man is down bad.

you twirled the string of his sweatpants between your freshly done nails, and ony swears his temperature went up 10 degrees. you had this look in your eye that was the epitome of concern and irritation having a fist fight.

“so when were you gonna tell me that you were sick?”

“i wasn’t. i didn’t want you to worry about it, but the opptastic duo just had let you know, i guess.” ony followed as you proceeded deeper in the house, but you paused as you entered the living room. your eyebrows furrowed and your nose crinkled.

“what’s that smell?”

ony gulped, just playing shrugging and playing dumb. the cloud of fabreeze hadn’t really covered the weed smell all the way, and he was sure that you were about to bust him for smoking while he was sick, and he really wasn’t tryna hear all that at the moment. he was ready to get in his bed (preferably with you in it..)

“do not play wit me, what is that japanese cherry blossom shit im smelling?” you threw your keys and bag down and paced around the living room, flipping over pillows and looking under couch cushions. ony protested, promising that he didn’t know what you were talking about, and thought to himself that you were just smelling yourself.

until you pulled an empty cart refill wrapper from beneath the cushion.

aw shit.

you looked at him like he was a dumbass—which he was—before watching him smack his teeth and snatch the wrapper from your hand begrudgingly. the words “CHERRY GLAZE” in bold lettering burned his eyes, before vaguely remembering that armin had switched out his liquid before he’d left.

ony teetered on the truth, but he knew you’d be pissed about him having his boys over when he was clearly sick, so he settled on a lil white lie.

“oh, that’s uh—that’s some of my old shit.”

“if i’m recalling correctly, aren’t you the one that said that you didn’t like smoking that ‘fruity shit’?” ony cleared his throat—in a way he only does when he lies—before just grunting in response.

“and even if you didn’t say that, you hate cherry flavored anything, so that begs the question… what bitch was smoking this shit on your couch?” you jabbed your freshly done pointer nail into his chest, feeling his breath stutter under your touch.

he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and figured he’d just tell you the truth, even if you’d get mad.

“basically, the boys came over and eren brought his lil boyfriend or whatever he is—”

“wait, eren’s gay?”

“apparently. anyways, his name is armpit… or was it arm and hammer… whatever sum like that, and he was smoking his cart and replaced the liquid on the couch and i guess the wrapper fell between the cushions. no bitches were over here, i swear.” ony holds his hands up in defense, reassuring you that he was telling the truth. you smiled, as you believed him regardless. you knew he didn’t roll like that anyway.

“bae, relax. i believe you, i was just tryna see you sweat. just sit down, i bought you some soup.” you smiled at him with all your teeth, and ony was sure that he fell in love all over again. he missed you more than words could explain, and he just wanted you to come home again.

he finally let himself relax and he slumped onto the couch, his headache hammering against the back of his eyes. you took a seat on the ottoman next to him, unpacking his favorite potato soup and crackers. you crush up the crackers in the soup and stir, just like he likes, and unscrew the cap of his blue fanta.

“i think—no, i’m already in love with you. i dont think i ever stopped.” ony mutters as you spoon feed him and he has the urge to cry. you were always so gentle and caring with him, and you’ve never stopped, regardless of what the relationship status was. that’s what he loved most about you—it didn’t matter what happened between you too, if he needed you, you were there.

he missed you so, so bad.

“stop talking with your mouth full, you’re gonna get soup on your new carpet.” you attempted to brush off his words, and the way that they were making your face heat up.

“fuck the carpet. i’ve never been so serious in my life, mama. i love you more than you know. ‘just want you to come back to me.”

you two broke up because you mutually needed space and time to yourselves. it was an agreement, yet neither of you committed to it for more than a week. before you knew it, you were back texting him good morning, as he was texting you good night. all you wanted was to be his girlfriend again, but you wanted to give him the space he needed.

you set the spoon and soup aside, watching the way ony’s deep brown eyes twinkle under the low light of the living room.

“ony, i want to give you your space, that’s the whole reason we broke up to begin with. you deserve that.”

“i had enough space. you not living here no more, not being up under me when i sleep, not kissing me when i wake up, only seeing you at parties, that’s space, and i’m real tired of it,” ony laces his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your knuckles as he used to do.

“i want you back. i want you back in my face all the time, i wanna wake up mad cause you took all the covers, but then it goes away when i see how cute you look all bundled up. i want my initials on your nails again, i want you. i need you, baby. come home to me, please—“

“okay, okay! that’s enough, you’re embarrassing me!” you hide your head in the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling bashful about the way he was relaying his apparent undying love to you. everything he does flusters you still. you don’t miss the way his hands grasp you even tighter than they used to, if that’s even possible.

“i just want you to promise me that i’m not hurting you.”

“you could never. my perfect girl would never.” ony places a kiss on the top of your head, making sure to hold you even tighter. you choose not to mention his sniffles at the current moment, and let yourself be lost in his love.

“i missed you too, ony.”

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