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spookyswhore · 3 years

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An Afternoon with Oscar (Oscar Diaz x Reader)

Summary: A look into a distraction-free afternoon with Oscar.

Word Count: 775

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is a request dedicated to @un-poetryy. I’m sorry this took so long lol life happened and I lost track. But I hope you like it though. Requests are also open!

(Credit to @merakiaes for the gif 🎈)

“Alright babe, so you’re telling me that you don’t believe in aliens or anything extra terrestrial.”

“No.”

For the past 20 minutes, you were having a conversation with Oscar about some conspiracies you were researching the night before while he was making lunch. Today was his day off from anything Santos related, especially judging by the lack of notifications coming from his phone. Days like this were more on the rare side so it was only right that you cherished them for what it was and made it interesting.

“I just don’t believe aliens are gonna come down and pluck us up one by one. I’m sorry.” Oscar put the final touches on your lunch—ceviche—and set everything down onto the table for you to start digging in.

“Ok, no aliens. So.” You said as you plopped a tortilla chip into your mouth. “What about Big Brother?”

“What the hell is that?”

“Big Brother is another name for the government. There’s been a bunch of conspiracies saying that they pretty much do a whole bunch of “unethical” shit like listening in on your convos through smart devices and shit. That’s probably why you’re on your second strike.” You said jokingly.

You know damn well, as you long as you’ve known Oscar, technology was never really his strong suit. If he did get caught by the Feds, it’s usually because something or someone slipped up, at least from what you’ve seen since you’ve been with him. He only ever really used his phone to conduct business and to get into contact with you when he’s away dealing with Cuchillod. But now that you're borderline living with him, personal usage is slowly fading away.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Oscar grumbled under his breath, mouth full of ceviche and tortilla chips.

“It’s okay, Oscar. You’re still new to technology.” You said in a baby voice as you mocked him, going to grab his cheeks and make kissy faces at him. You see him roll eyes as his entire being exudes annoyance. He finally had enough as scooped you up in his arms and put you over his shoulder.

“We want to be funny today huh?” He said, taking a quick smack to your ass. You knew at that moment, at the end of Oscar’s wrath, you were bound to end up with your back blown out.

The next day became more of a gloomy one compared to yesterday. It was cloudy outside with a steady, continuous downpour of rain and to add on that, you were alone in bed. It was only right that you assumed Oscar was out doing some business for the Santos.

You rolled out of bed with a huff and looked at the time on the alarm clock in your nightstand. 1:30 P.M.

As soon as you put on your slides, your stomach grumbles in hunger. Unfortunately, Oscar’s absence meant that you had to cook for yourself. Your chef skills lacked variety as the only things you could make that tasted somewhat decent were bacon, eggs, and French toast. Of course, it was nothing like Oscar’s but it was still something. After eating, you showered and got dressed for the day. Due to the nasty weather and chill temperatures, you settled with sweats and a t-shirt. It’s not like you were planning to go outside anyways.

Time seemed to move really damn slow as you scrolled through your phone. As of right now, TikTok has seemed to grab your attention. Laughing at videos from quen.blackwell, you took it upon yourself to make videos on your own.

Too busy ‘renegading’ and ‘savaging’, you didn’t notice Oscar walking through the door.

“Having fun I see.” Oscar smirked, his accent coming out heavy.

Startled, you trip over yourself and struggle to conceal your phone in an attempt to act natural.

“Hey babe. Back so early?” You awkwardly smiled.

There was a heavy pause that can only be described as trying that lingered in the air for what seemed like an eternity before Oscar spoke again.

“I’m going in the kitchen now babe.” Oscar said as he threw you one last look, a concerned one, as if he was relieved to get out the madness that he called his girlfriend. Later that night, you two made dinner and watched a movie. You had convinced him to watch your favorite movie, Five Feet Apart. Knowing your boyfriend, he argued that you guys should watch an action or horror movie but chose to instead, being the best boyfriend in the entire world, chose to watch what you wanted. Of course, making it up to him at a later time.

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spookyswhore · 4 years

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Happy Halloween (Oscar Diaz)

Summary: You convince Oscar to celebrate Halloween with you, which may end up with you being punished for your cheeky ways.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight smut and when I say slight, I mean slight.

(credit to @merakiaes for the gif ❤)

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“Bebita..no, I’m not going..” Oscar groaned.

It was a rather chilly night before Halloween in Freeridge. You and Oscar were snuggled up with a blanket and a movie at his place. For the past half hour, you were trying to convince him to come with you to an event the city was holding for Halloween and he was absolutely refusing to go. For the most part, everyone on the block had put up decorations in spirit and it was only right that you did the same. Traditionally, when you were younger, your mom would always take you Trick-or-Treating, with the feeling that that sort of celebration would be the safest route to go, especially with mama bear at your side at all times. Anything else would’ve been disastrous and unsafe, according to your mother. But now that you were a little bit older with a little bit of freedom, you went ahead and decided to book some tickets for a Halloween themed event going on in town. For as long as you’ve known Oscar, which was a good 7 years, you have never pegged him as the type to not like scary stuff, at least to your knowledge. You didn’t really feel like staying inside, especially with your excitement with all of the ghosts and goblins roaming the streets late at night and now at this point, it was just a matter of convincing Oscar to come with you to enjoy the night together.

“Oscar please…” Your hand rose to intertwine with that of his that was draped over your shoulder as your back laid against his chest. Knowing that whining and dragging out your words wasn’t going to convince him, you decided to tap into the protective side of him.

“It’s going to be cold and dark. Besides, who else is gonna be there to protect me from all the scary stuff?” You peered up at him to be met with his eyes already on you, his protectiveness and jealousy darkening his pupils. He let out a breath and mumbled out a low “fine.”

“But you owe me..” He said. There was a serious yet lustful tone with his voice. You lifted the covers over your head and lowered myself down to where the bulge was starting to grow in his pants.

"How about this?" You whispered as you freed his member from the restraints of his sweats and ran your tongue gue along the veiny underside of his member. “Is this okay?” You continued.

“Yeah..” He sighed and threw his head back in content. For the rest of the time, he picked you up and took you into his bedroom where you went on to ‘make it up’ to him in the best ways you knew you could.

Hours had gone by and you couldn’t be anymore excited. In fact, excited was an understatement and only downplayed the pure joy you felt for the day. Today was Halloween and you felt like a kid in a candy store. Halloween during the day was okay but the real stuff you came to love only happened at night. You were ecstatic to see everyone dressed up and practically begging people for candy. Excited to see decorations up and music blaring from the parties everywhere you went. Halloween was fun for you but, if anything, the one thing you were most excited to experience was the event being held tonight. You weren’t one to dress up for Halloween, especially after the over-the-top costumes your mom used to put you into, but still felt the emotions behind it nonetheless. After you put on the finishing touches on your outfit for the night, you found Oscar on the side of your bed sulking over the fact that he has to come with you to the annual event. Unbeknownst to you, Oscar was really scared of anything paranormal. Mortified, really. But he couldn’t tell you that. He was ‘Spooky’, leader of The Santos. Everyone feared him. He had to uphold his ‘Santo’ exterior and anything related to him being scared or afraid in the slightest served as a liability to his facade, just like this event you were so damn intent on attending.

You sat beside him on the bed and gently rested your hand on his shoulder and asked “You okay?”

“Yeah.." He trailed off. Something was off. You couldn't really pinpoint the exact cause of his quietness but a little inkling was telling you that his delay was because of what you guys were about to experience in a few minutes. You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from laughing, hoping that whatever your gut was telling you proved to be wrong. The big, bad Spooky can not be afraid of a ghost or two.

“Baby…” You started. “Are you scared?”

He whipped his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Scared? Nah..”

Not believing him and trusting the little inkling, you decided to put his words to the true test. “Alright well, c’mon. Let’s hop in the car. I don’t want to be late.”

“Huh?” He said, letting his fear take over and drain the color from his face.

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear me. Get in the car.” You demanded. You sported a smirk on your face as you walked to his bright, cherry red Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Starting to get goosebumps that indicated you were cold, you grabbed your sweater that you threw in the back seat one day and totally forgot to get it back out afterwards. Not too long, Oscar let out a deep breath as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah babe I’m good.” He grumbled. Oscar started the car and drove as he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally. As the time went by, you felt yourself starting to grow more excited in anticipation of the night to come the closer you guys got, if it even was possible to surpass your initial excitement from the day. When you both finally arrived, you were in awe. Everything you loved about Halloween, from the atmosphere down to the detail and dedication put into every person’s costume, was thriving right before your eyes. Both you and Oscar stepped out of the car and you immediately pulled him towards all of the stuff you wanted to accomplish before you guys left for the night.

Your final stop was the Haunted House. This was the one thing you were waiting for as you explored the event with Oscar attached at your hip, complaining about wanting to go back to his place earlier than you would’ve liked. You stood in front of Oscar with his arms wrapped around you, practically jumping up and down while waiting in line. One by one, you saw people exiting with some of the most terrified expressions on their faces. Some even came out sobbing while being consoled by their loved ones, which only fueled your eagerness even more. But, Oscar’s tight grip on your waist tightened even further. Eventually, you looked up at him.

“Oscar, you’re hurting me.”

“Shit,” he loosened his arms around your waist while maintaining eye contact at the building in front of him. “I’m sorry mamita.”

“Is my Oscar scared?” You laughed. The way Oscar was acting at this very moment basically confirmed any hunches that supernatural things weren’t his cup of tea.

“No, your Oscar isn’t scared. He’s just...being alert. Besides, he doesn’t want to get a ghost.” Oscar mocked.

“Alert, right… you know Oscar it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay for your nickname to ‘Spooky’ but still be afraid of Casper the friendly ghost.” You turned and before Oscar was given a chance to give you a rebuttal, you heard the woman that was running the station yell out a ‘next’ and you held Oscar’s hand tightly and jogged your way inside. As you two began to make your way through each hallway, you felt a rush of adrenaline as one of the actors jumped out in your face with some of them opting to yell out expletives. Normally, in these kinds of scenarios, the female would be the one to hold on to their significant other in search of protection but instead, at least in your case, it was the complete opposite. The whole time, Oscar clung to you like a wet sock. You almost had to stop him a couple of times from punching a few of them in face and catching a lawsuit. As someone who's a gang leader with two strikes against them already, that wasn’t going to serve him well.

With you guys now finally out of the haunted house, you were just getting done catching your breath from laughing and a very tired Oscar sat down in a table that was set in front of you. With his head laid tiredly in his hands, you got the bright idea to spook him, just a little bit before you guys headed home. So, at a moment you felt where he was completely indulged into taking his break, you slowly crept up behind him and put your mouth to his ear.

“Boo.” You whispered.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled. Noticing his hand rapidly coming up to swat away whatever was giving him a fright, you backed away and held your stomach with tears coming out of your eyes in gut wrenching laughter.

Feeling the embarrassment from onlookers, he simply said “That shit’s not funny. Let’s go.” He put some force into grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car, being careful not to hurt you too much but still wanting you to feel his embarrassment through his strength. He was a grown ass man and he did not need his lady compromising that by scaring him in front of a bunch of strangers. Once you both got in the car, he turned and gave you a stern look. All the words he wanted to say but didn’t were evident by the dark look in his eyes. You, putting your head down to prevent further laughter, let out a small “sorry.” You had also let him know that it was just an innocent prank.

“Yeah your ass gonna be sorry when we get home. You won’t be crying then…” He grumbled angrily, pulling the lever in front of him to start the car. You knew by the tone of his voice that when you both got home, you were probably going to bent over the bed or you may have your legs behind your head, begging for mercy as he pounded into you relentlessly. Whatever your upcoming punishment was for his embarrassment, you had a feeling that it wasn’t to be a "rainbows and lollipops" kind of moment, at least on your end.

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