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OMG SEASON 4 ???

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161, 195, 199, 211 for spooky, pretty please??

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, NSFW writing, heated make outs, etc.

161.  “Not in public!”

195. “You’re a pervert.”

199. “Beg.”

211. “Do that again.”

I was inspired by a couple fics I've read in the past and used them as references :)

Haven’t written this fine man in a hot minute <3 sorry this is long overdue…requests are closed this is just one of the requests from my inbox ♥︎

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You heard a whine from Oscar’s side of the bed. Sighing heavily you ignored his whines for attention drifting back into slumber.

Oscar groaned in frustration as he laid on his back next to your sleeping form. It was one of those nights where his mind was running a mile a minute. He has been awake for almost an hour now much to his annoyance. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to force sleep but no avail, his mind was wandering from the tensions on the block to where Cesar might be.

Oscar shifted wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you up against his bare chest. He buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Oscar’s warm breath on your neck.

“Oscar?” you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.

“Mm,” He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for hours. He was tired, so fucking tired, but the way his train of thought couldn’t come to a stop kept him wide awake.

“Baby, go the fuck to sleep.”

“I can’t mamacita,” Oscar responded, his voice muffled. He breathed in the faint, sweet smell of the perfume he had watched you put on the day prior.

“Stare at the wall or something,” you mumbled tiredly, growing increasingly conscious by the second.

“Tried. Doesn’t do shit. Mind’s on overdrive.”

“What’s keeping you up?”

“Can’t stop thinking.”

“About...?”

He breathed, “Everything. The block. Cesar and his friends always getting into trouble. The new youth stirring up fear. Hell, even Ray's on my mind. God, everything is so shitty right now.”

You turned, gently holding his jaw as you pushed his face away from your neck to look directly at him. You met his eyes. He looked older, the stress of what was happening was only aging him faster.

“Ay, papi. Life is shitty.” You yawned, stroking his chin with your thumb.

“Damn right,” Oscar commented, trying to hide his slightly amused look, loving every minute of the attention you were giving him.

You rolled your eyes, seeing right through his act, “Great, I’m awake now.”

He watched you with glinting eyes that matched his now apparent spirited expression, “Mn, well, in that case.” He mumbled, he pressed a small, fleeting kiss to your lips - which was immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

You knew what he was doing, but if you didn’t respond and give him the attention he craved it would hurt him more to think you didn’t even care.  

“I have something else in mind we could do.” Oscar flashed you an elfish grin his eyes filled with lust and desire.

“You need to sleep,” You said, even though sleep was the last thing on both of your minds.

Oscar pouted. Watching him turn over and pull the covers over to his side dramatically you rolled your eyes. There was no way to win except giving in.

“You’re a pervert, Oscar Diaz,” you mumbled, craving his lips on yours nonetheless, “But God - do that again.”

You were met with silence.

“Come on,” you now whined.

“Oh, now you want to do this?” Oscar asked.

“I just want to offer you the stress relief you desperately need.” You said as innocently as possible. You were tired, yes, but who would turn down lazy sex with Oscar? Not you.

Turning over to see you and your amused smile, Oscar didn’t hesitate.  

You could feel his lips twitch up in a small grin as he fully pressed his mouth to yours. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to moan lightly.

As the kiss turned into more of a heated one, Oscar rolled over to hover above you, straddling your waist. Sliding his hand down your side he cupped the back of your knee, bringing your leg over his hip. Chest to chest and hips to hips, you reached an arm around him, feeling his prominent shoulder blade.

“Beg.”

“Babe please,” you breathed, closing your eyes. Arousal rushed throughout your entire body.

He moaned against your lips in response. Sighing happily into the kiss, you squeaked when his hand traveled up the back of your thigh to grab your ass. Dropping your hips down, Oscar pushed his up making you squeeze your knee against his side.

“I didn’t know you were in such a mood?” You asked with a smile.

“I didn’t know you were,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, watching for your reaction to his touch.

“What time is it?” You softly breathed as he kissed back down your jaw.

“1:36, I think,” He murmured against you.

God, it was late, or early...?

“Do you want t-” You asked before you were interrupted by his lips making it back to yours.

“Hell yeah. I’m always down for morning sex.” He pulled away with a smile, removing your shirt.

“Well, technically, its not morning sex.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Whatever you say gorgeous,” Oscar responded, as he placed his mouth to suck on your bare chest.

You moaned, rolling your eyes back to your head. You trailed one of your hands down his torso, palming him through his boxers making him shiver and needy for your touch.

Oscar leaned over you to open his bedside drawer to reach for a condom. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when his fingers met with an empty box.

“That can’t be right.” He mumbled, grabbing the box.

“What?” You questioned, mirroring his expression.

Oscar flipped the box over as if doing so would make more condoms generate. It didn’t work.

You heard him curse under his breath, raising your concern, “babe, what’s wrong.”

“We got no condoms left,” He huffed.

His statement resulted in you groaning in frustration, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, considering you brought that box a week ago and it had already run out.

Oscar threw the empty box across the room in annoyance.

You ran your hand through your head and sighed, “Well, if that’s the case, let’s go back to sleep.”

“Mamas, I can’t sleep now.” He said, gesturing to the raging desire that was in his pants.

“Well, I don’t want to get pregnant.” You argued

Oscar sighed, getting impatient, “Well, we can go to the store right now and-”

“Who’s we? I’m not going anywhere. Especially not in public!”

“Fine, I’ll go by myself.”

You hummed satisfied with his answer, pulling the bed covers closer to your hide frame.

He looked at the clock.

2:01.

He huffed putting on his shirt and shoes, getting ready to venture in the cold of the night. Your body pressed up against his and sex were on his mind, and he knew when he came back you were so going to get it.

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whew 😩 look what i did i’m so proud 💗

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Big dick energy

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I read “Too Late” and hated myself! My name is Mari!

Awh no! Don’t hate yourself! 💞

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Thank u for the ending of your last imaigine it’s refreshing to see someone with perspective. Loved it !!💞

Thank you so much 😊 🙏🏽💕

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Too Late (Oscar Diaz x reader)

Request: I love your blog!!!! 😍❤️ Can I request a story about the reader finding out that Oscar has been cheating on her and somewhat using her. But once she’s gone realizes just how much she did for him and how much he actually loved her?

Word Count: 1731

A/N: Please don’t ask for a second part ;) AND: I have a very hard time to write about forgiving someone after they’ve cheated. From personal experience, I would NEVER EVER forgive a man who has cheated on me. Either they cheat or they don’t. They don’t sometimes do it and sometimes don’t. If they cheat once, they’d cheat again. Remember my words.  And PLEASE, LOVE YOURSELF! Be worthy and proud. Even if it’s hard. Even if it feels like you’re never gonna be okay again. You will.  Amen. 

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Oscar had been behaving rather oddly the past days. He was always in thoughts, seemingly in a different world. Above that he would hardly speak to you, all he would say was hey and goodbye and the occasional question how your day had been. Nothing less, nothing more.

Naturally, it worried you. You were worried that you were drifting apart, if you had done something wrong, if he thought that your relationship wasn’t enough, wasn’t fulfilling anymore. So, the need for a clearing conversation was inevitable.

When you came home from work on Friday, a bottle of red wine in hand, you were ready to face it, face the elephant in the room. But seeing as Oscar’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway, your impatience was going to be put to the test. Biting your lip, you sat on the couch waiting for him to eventually come home.

When there was no sign of him shortly after midnight, you went to bed unsatisfied, clenching your teeth so hard you were definitely going to wake up with the headache of your life in the morning.

You heard Oscar come home around 3am, stumbling through the door and falling onto the bed with his clothes on, immediately drifting off to sleep. He stank of alcohol and cigarettes and you scoffed, wishing it would all be as it was at the beginning.  

Opening your eyes again in the morning you smiled at the warm sun shining through the curtains of the bedroom. Suddenly you remembered the knot in your stomach from last night, which aggressively gave you a signal to notice it again. You and your headache rose from the bed and picked up some fresh clothes from the drawer on the side of the bed Oscar was sleeping in. The sound of his vibrating phone made you turn around and while Oscar didn’t seem bothered to wake up from the sound, the name of the contact that had sent a message caught your eye.

Mari.

Mari was your colleague at work. Why would she be sending Oscar texts?

You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t do it. But curiosity took control of your actions along with a hint of jealousy, like a dangerous cocktail.

The phone was in your hands and the message said it all.

Last night was amazing. Can’t wait to feel you inside me again, Papi :*

It was so obvious you couldn’t believe it. You had introduced them. You had been so naïve to think nothing could happen. You had trusted them.

For a couple of minutes, you just stood there in the sunshine, almost like in a spotlight, holding the phone in your hand, your stare switching from the sleeping Oscar to the device in you hand and back. Your body was paralyzed but your mind wasn’t. Thoughts were running wild, nasty ideas for payback appeared and vanished again. So many emotions fought for dominance- sadness, disappointment, self-pity, but in the end they all ended in anger.

As quietly as you could, which was difficult due to the fury that was building up inside you, you packed your belongings together and sneaked through the front door. You needed to leave this house, this man, this part of your life. Tears dwelling up in your eyes when you stood on the front porch with your bags packed and the door closing behind you.

You didn’t want to hide in your own apartment because you knew Oscar would turn up on your doorstep sooner or later. So, trying to remember the last place you had felt safe, you knocked at your parents’ door.

Both your Mum and Dad were surprised to see you with bags over your shoulder but instantly invited you inside. Once you were in their arms, you allowed your tears to fall freely. Your parents had accepted Oscar as your boyfriend, but they have never really liked him.

A part of you never wanted to see him again. Yet, another part wanted to show up at his house with an axe, destroying all his belongings and throwing the most painful insults you could think of at him.

In the early afternoon hours, Oscar seemed to have noticed the lack of your presence, and your things, because he began calling you. He called, texted, sent voice messages. Not a single minute passed of him trying to contact you. So, not wanting to hear his poor excuses, you turned off your phone, throwing it onto the bed. Oscar and you had had bad fights before and you had always forgiven him, but this time it was vastly different. He had used you, he had abused your love and your trust. Chewing on a big spoonful of ice cream, you came to the conclusion that he had never loved you. You do not cheat on and betray a person you love. You just don’t.

The next day you had to drive by your house to get some fresh clothes. You did not expect Oscar sit on your doorstep, rings under his eyes, smelling of sweat and cheap beer. He jumped when your car door closed and rose to his feet, swaying a little. Instantly, he approached you with two big footsteps, attempting to wrap his arms around you.

“Fuck off,” you said with a force, loud enough to make the neighbours hear. Trying to avoid looking into his eyes, because you knew it would soften you up, you marched past him and stormed inside your house, slamming the door shut behind you. Your heart was beating violently inside your chest, when you looked down on your chest you could literally see it. Sighing, covering your mouth with your hand to silence the sobs while tears were falling freely from your eyes, you sank with your back against the door.

“Please, amor,” Oscar pleaded through the closed door, “let me talk to you. I know you’re angry and I deserve it. But please let’s talk about this. I love you!”

Lie, you thought.

And letting your anger take the best of you, you opened the door, slapping Oscar across the face before he had the chance to react.

“Liar!” You shouted, not caring about anything but letting your emotions surface.

“You’re a cheating bastard and I hate you! All you did was use me, everything that comes from your mouth is bullshit! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

With these words, looking in Oscar’s surprised and also hurt face, you slammed the door shut again. The feeling you were witnessing after your furious outburst was amazing, superior. Clenching your fists, you were proud of yourself.

“Please,” Oscar said once more from outside, “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t deserve any more of your words. You had said everything you needed. You were done with him.

Oscar, on the contrary, wasn’t done at all. He tried. He really tried his best to win you back and you had to admit, you were flattered. Every day when you came home from work, some kind of present was waiting on your doorstep. Flowers, chocolates, a necklace you had forgotten at his place, letters. He wasn’t a man of many words, but in those love letters he was able to express his feelings, his deepest thoughts. You knew he was sorry and he was apparently honestly regretting what he had done, but still it wasn’t enough to make you forget about everything. It wasn’t enough to patch up the hole in your chest, the wound he had caused by ripping your heart out. Wounds like these don’t heal due to words on a paper, even if they are honest and sincere.

After a couple of weeks, you felt ready to face him. After the grand effort he had made, you thought he deserved a talk.

As usual, him and the other Santos were sitting in front of his house, drinking beer and smoking weed. Once Oscar made out your figure approaching him, he rose to his feet, straightened his clothes and harshly told his homies to give you some privacy.

“Mami,” Oscar smiled, cautiously walking closer to you. He was obviously fidgety and precarious, not knowing what to expect from this encounter.

“Hey Oscar,” you replied, taking a quick look around. The front yard looked shabbier than usual, and Oscar didn’t look like his usual self, either. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his shirt was straining against his belly, but maybe you were imagining things.

You looked up into his expectant face. “Oscar, I came to tell you that I appreciate what you’ve been trying. And I think it’s only fair on you if I tell you that I’m not ready to forgive you. I don’t want to raise false hopes. I need time. Please give me some space.”

You hated that your palms got sweaty and your pulse was speeding up, but you calmed down a little when you realized this was a natural reaction of your body in a stressful situation like this.

Not losing eye contact, you waited for Oscar to speak.

He gulped, “I’ll give you anything you need. Even if it’s gonna be hard for me. I’m not gonna lie, I feel like shit but I deserve it. I should’ve treated you better, I wish I could turn back time, Ma, but I can’t. I love you and I am so sorry I’m such a dumbass. I now realize what I’ve done wrong, and how good you are for me, how important. I’m  here, waiting for you to forgive me.”

Tears were actually dwelling up in his eyes and your first impulse was wanting to hug him, but you remained where you were stood.

“Thanks for that, Os. Please stop contacting me from now on. If I’m ready to talk again, I will come to you.”

It was almost unbearable for you to say that. You missed him, too, of course you did. After all the time you had spent together, everything you’d been through, this was the hardest thing to do for you ever. But it had to be done, and it felt right.

Leaving Oscar standing there, a stray tear rolling down his cheek, you walked away and did not look back, ready to spend time with yourself. Ready to practice self-care, ready to be alone, ready to relearn to love yourself.

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

#oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagine #on my block

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Misunderstanding (Oscar Diaz x reader)

Request: One where you are coming home late from work to spooky’s house and you see the kiss. You leave before he can explain it to you? Angst to fluff please!

Word Count: 591

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You could barely keep your eyes open as you were sat on the bus coming home from work. You have had to work overtime again, missing to join Oscar and his friends on the funfair. What would have given to just drink a beer with him, letting him buy you popcorn or candy? Your thoughts drifted off and you nearly missed your stop, shouting at the bus driver and asking him to stop last minute.

Limply, as fast as your tired legs would allow it, you walked down the street towards yours and Oscar’s house, wondering if he would still be up. He’d probably be waiting for you, a cold beverage and a massage ready.

Approaching the building, you already saw his car parked in the driveway and your heart skipped a beat. He was home. Next thing you saw was your boyfriend speaking to Monse, one of the youngsters. Oscar looked handsome as ever, you thought, and quickened your walking speed a little.

All of a sudden, totally unexpected, Monse was up on her toes and pressed her lips against Oscar’s. You stopped like a deer caught in the headlights, your felt light-headed as all the blood sank to your feet. You couldn’t believe he was making out with a child right in front of the house, for everyone on display.

The keys in your hand dropped to the floor, making a cluttering noise. Monse and Oscar looked straight at you, surprised, caught red handed.

“Shit,” Oscar muttered, gently shoving Monse away, “Mami, it’s not what you think it is!”

The blood was quickly being pumped back into the rest of your body as you clenched your fists in fury. Tears were dwelling up in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. Turning on your heels, you only heard muffled voices and calls behind you.

You didn’t get very far because Oscar’s strong hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. He tried turning you to face him, but you weren’t having any of it. Forcefully, you pulled your arm out of his grip and continued walking.

“Wait, please!” Oscar yelled, and you heard his footsteps getting closer, “she just kissed me, it was damn inappropriate! I was just about to push her away, I promise!”

You stopped and eventually turned around to see Oscar’s pleading face.

“But you must’ve given her some sort of signal, otherwise she wouldn’t have done it!” You snapped, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Nah, Mami, I was just being nice. She misunderstood. I would never have kissed her. I love you!”

He carefully came a few steps closer and you stayed put, sighing deeply.

“You sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I would do nothing to hurt you, Ma.”

He had now reached you and wrapped his arms around your frame. You let it happen, realising it was the only thing you had been craving for the whole day.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to overreact,” you muttered into Oscar’s shoulder. He stroked soothing circles over your back and pulled away to look at you.

“It’s fine, it’s kinda the normal reaction when you see your man being kissed by someone else, eh?”

He smiled, wiping any leftover tears away from your cheeks.

You nodded in response, smiling, before sinking back into his arms.

“Come on, let’s have a late night snack. I made fish tacos earlier.”

Hand in hand, you slowly strolled back to your house, discovering that Monse, and also Jasmine who had been in the car, were long gone.

#oscar diaz #spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz x reader #on my blocl

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what type of music do you associate with spooky? like which songs? i’m curious, love your writing!

That is a good question. I’m kinda in the middle between Mexican rap and Reggaeton. I think the soundtrack of OMB fits perfectly. Bang Data is a great band which suits him in my opinion. Maybe something from J Balvin, too. I hope this answers your question!

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Code Red (Oscar Diaz x reader)

Request: I know it sounds weird but can you do a imagine we’re y/n sleeps over at oscars and gets her period and she’s embarrassed cause she made a mess and she has no tampons or anything but he ends up being really sweet and taking care of her like with cramps and cravings and stuff

Word Count: 844

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A weird feeling in your lower stomach woke you up. At first you though it was just a dream, but it wasn’t. The cramps came with sickness, next thing you noticed was the bad headache. You sat up, placing a hand on your forehead to check if you had a fever, but your skin was cold.

Oscar was still sleeping next to you like a baby, his face looked so peaceful and calm, not one frown or wrinkle to be seen.

Removing the blanket, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You were lying in a pool of blood, your pyjama shorts were ruined and so were the sheets. You must’ve gotten your period in the middle of the night without noticing.

For a minute, you just sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. Probably, the best thing to take care of first was to stop the bleeding to avoid making an even bigger mess.

Silently, you tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You threw your shorts and panties into the bathtub and rinsed them with cold water. Blood was disappearing in the drain like someone had been dying in the tub. You carefully cleaned yourself next, washing off all the stains, feeling slightly better already.

When you were drying your body, a knock on the door made you jump so hard you almost hit your head on the ceiling lamp.

“Princesa, you alright in there?” Sounded Oscar’s worried voice from the other side of the door.

You looked around yourself, most of the mess in here was gone, but he must’ve seen the giant blood stain on the sheets!

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied, desperately running a hand through your hair. You had no tampons or whatsoever with you and, obviously, Oscar wouldn’t have these kinds of things laying around in his bathroom either.

“I’m gonna go get us breakfast, do you need anything from the shops?”

Your pulse slowed down. He would be going out.

“Nah, I don’t need anything, thanks!” You yelled back, on the inside freaking out at being so stupid. Of course you needed something. But you couldn’t possibly ask him to bring tampons. God, no.

“Alright, I’ll be back in 15!”

“Okay, see you later!”

As soon as you heard the front door slam shut, you opened the bathroom door and peeked outside. What you saw surprised you utterly. Oscar had removed all the bed sheets already, a look into the kitchen told you that the washing machine was running.

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment and were sure he would not return to you. He would probably meet with his friends and tell them all about your accident. All the great times you’d spent with him were forgotten, gone, just because you weren’t keeping track on your ovulation circle. Stupid!

All you wanted was leave, get out of here. So you finished cleaning your clothes and tried your best drying them with a hair dryer, stuffing toilet paper into your knickers to catch the blood. You hurried into Oscar’s bedroom and collected your things, ready to head out the door.

Just as you were about to push down the door handle, Oscar came in. You looked at him as if you had just seen a ghost, all the colour vanishing from your face.

“Hey,” Oscar said, smiling, “I brought some stuff that might help you.”

You frowned while he placed the bags, one containing your breakfast, on the kitchen counter. From the other bag he took out a pot of ice cream, cookies, painkillers and-

Tampons.

You couldn’t believe your eyes and in a nanosecond all the blood returned to your face, making it turn beet red.

Wordlessly, you grabbed the tampons and disappeared in the bathroom, taking care of what you had to do.

When you returned, Oscar was neatly placing the breakfast on the table along with coffee and a glass of water for you to take a painkiller. Still not saying a word, you took a seat.

“Feeling better?” Oscar smiled, taking your hand from across the table.

You nodded, sighing deeply. “Thank you so much, Os. And I’m sorry about the mess. I was just so embarrassed, I would’ve cleaned it all up myself, honestly!”

“Don’t worry, Mami. I’ve taken care of it. As you can see.” He chuckled deeply and started to dig into his food, encouraging you to do the same.

Your cramps were gradually decreasing thanks to the painkiller and Oscar insisted that both of you spent the whole day on the couch, eating ice cream and cookies and watching Netflix. He prepared you a hot water bottle and stayed by your side all day, massaging your head to cure your headache. While the hot water bottle warmed up your front, Oscar laying behind you did the same to your back with his arms wrapped tightly around you to tell you it was all okay. All your fears and worries were being washed away like the blood in the bathtub from this morning.

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So when I was at work today, something funny happened. I’m a social worker and work with young, single parents and their kids.

One young lady had her phone laying on the table in her flat and when she received a message, I was able to see her wallpaper.

It was a photo of Oscar.

I was thinking “girl, if you knew I’m writing imagines about that guy and post them on tumblr, you’d freak out”

😂

Thought I’d share this story with you.

Yeah.

#on my block #spooky diaz #oscar diaz #personal #random

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A Cinderella Story (Oscar Diaz x reader)

Request: Can you do a Oscar imagine that’s kind of like a smutty Cinderella? Minus the evil step mother and step sisters? So the readers a waitress and has loved Oscar for a while and one night works up the nerve to go to a santos party. The power goes out and her and Oscar have some alone, romantic, sexy time together and she leaves for whatever reason, your choice, and Oscar is trying to find her. Instead of a glass slipper he finds her because he left a big hickey. Please write this I’m begging!

Word Count: 2152

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You would always watch him from the corner of your eye whenever he came in to pick up his order. He never stayed in to eat, he always took the food with him. A burger, chili fries and a horchata. You thought it was an interesting combination of food and drink, and secretly wondered if it was some kind of hangover dish for him. Or after-sex? You tried shaking the latter thought away by concentrating on sorting the cutlery, yet it remained in a part of your mind.

At the same time as thinking about how handsome he was and imagining him without a shirt on, you would not get out a single word when he was around. You completely lapsed into a hopeless silence. Luckily, you didn’t have to take his order yet, because miraculously you always had something to do in the back when he showed up.

After work, you had to go past his house, the front garden packed with Santos, and every time you wished you could master the courage to just attend one of those parties.

Saturday night the latest Santos party was so crowded and noisy you could hear the blasting music in your bedroom with the windows closed. Your favourite drink in hand, slowly getting comfortably tipsy, you mentally scanned your closet for an outfit to wear IF you finally were brave enough to just go and have a good time. You’d probably go with high waist, curve-hugging jeans and a tight top to show off your figure, with either heels or sneakers- you weren’t sure.

Having a nice outfit in mind, you suddenly stood up and looked at yourself in the floor length mirror, saying loudly and clearly,

“You can do this!”

Drowning your drink and not wasting another single thought, you got dressed until you wore the exact outfit you had been imagining, and strutted down the street towards Oscar’s house.

You had to admit, you were a little overwhelmed once you stood in front of the Santos residence. You didn’t know one single person here, what on earth were you thinking? Shaking your head, you turned on your heel, ready to head back, when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey Mami, where you going?”

He couldn’t possibly mean you. He just couldn’t. There was no chance.

Slowly, you turned around, trying your best not to make a fool out of yourself. Oscar Diaz was looking directly at you, taking a deep drag of his cigarette with one corner of his mouth pulled upwards.

“You wouldn’t want to miss this party, would you?”

And this was were the night of your life began.

Oscar seemed genuinely interested in you, your work, family background, life goals- and during beers and tequila shots you forgot asking yourself if this was all just a dream. You sat together on a worn-out sofa, chatting for what seemed to be hours. At first you had been tensed, awkward, uncomfortable, but now, it felt like you had known him for ages.

What happened next didn’t go as planned. Everything went dark and silent from one second to the next. The power was out.

You gasped, automatically clinging onto Oscar right next to you.

“Don’t worry, Ma,” he whispered dangerously close to your neck, “I’ll go and turn the switch back on.”

In a flash of a moment you were afraid he would leave and never come back. So you stood up after him, grabbing whatever was in reach, turning out to be his arm, “I’ll come.”

He chuckled lowly and managed to take your small hand in his, leading you through the corridor, knocking into a few people on your way. Using his phone, Oscar managed to switch the electricity back on. Everyone was cheering and the music continued.

Oscar, to your surprise, didn’t make any move to return to the party. Instead, he kept hold of your hand and opened the door to his left. Confused, you looked between the now opened bedroom and him.

“Want to escape the party for a while?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

He gently pulled you inside his bedroom and closed the door behind him. The room smelled masculine, yet clean and fresh. White sheets were neatly made on the bed while a few pieces of clothing covered the floor.

Your eyes scanned the room with curiosity until Oscar’s hand found its way to your cheek. He turned your face towards him and without a warning his lips brushed against yours. You couldn’t possibly say no to that, either, and kissed him back with no hesitation. His lips were soft, yet demanding, when his big hands grabbed your waist. Oscar walked backwards and gingerly dragged you with him until you both landed on the bed. It all happened so fast you couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even think about if you actually wanted this to happen. Well, sure you wanted him, but like this?

His lips on your neck distracted you from your thoughts. You were already in your underwear, so was he, and before you could protest he was leaving a big hickey on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“What are you- I have to work tomorrow!” You tried pushing him away in the process, but there was no use. He had a strong grip around you.

“Don’t worry Mami. I just had to mark you.”

You chuckled at his choice of words and sat up to straddle him, running your hands all over his smooth, exposed chest. His hands fell onto your hips while you were beginning to grind against his hardening member. He felt amazing between your legs already.

You bent forward and one hands of Oscar’s sneaked behind your back to open the hooks of your bra. The piece of clothing fell to the floor while Oscar’s gaze fell onto your breasts. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply, his fingertips toying with your erect nipples. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the wetness between your legs increase.

Oscar seemed impatient, so he moved on the bed so you were underneath him. You couldn’t figure out if he was drunk, or how drunk he was, and actually you didn’t want to know.

He didn’t waste any time however getting rid of his pants, and yours. His dick was rock hard and already twitching in your hand when you touched it, wrapping your fingers around the full length. Oscar moaned at the feeling of your cold hand pumping up and down his cock and his eyes fluttered shut. He enjoyed the moment until he really could not wait any longer. He grabbed a condom from under his bed and positioned himself between your legs once it was on his dick.

When he was finally inside you, you were struggling to breathe. It felt so good your heart started beating out of your chest instantly and crazily.

Oscar’s forehead knocked against yours while he fucked you into the mattress like the was no tomorrow. You loved the sound of his hips slamming against yours, his muffled moans against the heated skin of your neck and also the danger of being discovered. There was a party in the other room, after all. Altogether it was so bloody exciting.

“You feel so good, Mami, but I think I’m too drunk to be able to finish,” Oscar muttered, slowing down his pace.

You kissed him softly, as if to thank him for his honesty.

“I’ll finish you off though. How do you like it?”

You smiled, “just keep going, yeah?”

Oscar nodded, smirking, and picked up his rhythm again. Once he started, you knew  you wouldn’t last much longer. Along with the excitement of the situation and the hot man inside of you, you came quick and hard, walls clenching around Oscar’s cock.

Breathlessly, your head hit the pillow as a feeling of incredible tiredness overcame you.

Oscar kissed your lips and pulled away to clean himself off. Enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm and the drowsiness, you wondered what would happen next. Would he ask you to leave?

The answer came prompt and unexpected. Oscar lay back down next to you and placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes, almost dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, it hit you. He had been using you. Using you for sex. All he wanted was get into your pants, and silly naïve you had let him. You should’ve known better, he was Spooky Diaz, after all, and he had a reputation you were aware of. You had to leave before you would lose the last tiny bit of your dignity, here in his bed, between his messed up sheets.

When you were sure he was fast asleep, you silently collected your belongings and rushed out the door, stumbling over empty beer bottles and other people’s future hangovers, heading home.

Oscar’s POV

He didn’t understand why she was gone. Was he that bad in bed?

She must’ve had another reason, a proper reason. But how could he find her? She hadn’t told him where she worked, just that it was some diner in town. And of course she didn’t leave her number.

Usually, Oscar would just forget about his one-night-stands, but about her he couldn’t stop thinking. The way she had smiled at him, the way she had touched him…

Hunger finally made the Santo get out of bed. He took a shower and threw on his signature clothes before heading out, calling Cesar on the way if he wanted anything.

Entering the restaurant, he decided to keep his sunglasses on because of the bright lights only adding up to his hangover.

He waited in line amongst the other customers, checking his phone for any missed calls. He knew it was stupid, but secretly he hoped you had been calling or texting him. For him, it was an odd feeling.

When it was eventually Oscar’s turn to order, his eyes fell on a female with her back facing him, concentrating on the task she was carrying out. She was wearing a scarf, which struck him as weird, since it was more than 20 degrees outside. When she turned her head, it moved and exposed a giant hickey on her neck. It hit him like a lightning. It was her, it had to be. He remembered the hickey he had left on her skin during a heated moment, and how much she had been complaining because she would have to work the next day.

“Can I take your order?” She employee suddenly said, making Oscar snap back to reality.

“Yeah, no, I want to speak to the girl over there, in the back.” He pointed his finger directly at her and the employee in charge of the orders frowned.

“She’s on kitchen duty.”

“I don’t care,” Oscar took of his sunglasses, adding, “I know her, ask her to come, yeah?”

Your POV

You jumped when your colleague tapped you shoulder.

“Someone is asking for you,” he muttered, acting weirdly.

“Who?” You asked, puzzled. Your colleague just pointed at someone behind the counter.

Fuck.

As soon as you realised who it was, your heart skipped a beat. What on earth could he want?

Gulping, your mouth suddenly dry, you put your things down and walked towards him. He smiled when he saw you. It wasn’t his usual, cheeky smile though. It looked almost as if he was nervous.

“Hi?” You asked, clearly uncomfortable.

“Hi. Just wanted to check on you since last night you dropped of the face of the earth.”

“Check on me?” You rolled your eyes, signifying for him to follow you outside.

“Oscar, what do you want?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You were acting all cool and confident, but on the inside your pulse was racing out of uneasiness.

“I told you. I was disappointed when you were gone this morning. You could’ve at least left your number.”

“Why?” You honestly didn’t understand why he was doing this. And your behaviour in turn made him uncomfortable, too.

“Listen,” he sighed, “I would like to see you again. I mean that. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but not all of it is true. Last night, I felt we really connected. And I don’t mean only in bed.”

You had to grin at his last line and the atmosphere instantly brightened up.

Oscar smiled, “when do you finish work? I’ll take you out for dinner. To show you I’m serious about this. We can… talk.”

You thought about his proposal for a minute. “Yeah, okay. I finish at five.”

“Cool,” Oscar smirked and put his sunglasses back on, “see you later, Mami.”

You chuckled and watched how he entered his car, shooting you another smirk when driving past you.

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Can you do a Oscar imagine that’s kind of like a smutty Cinderella? Minus the evil step mother and step sisters? So the readers a waitress and has loved Oscar for a while and one night works up the nerve to go to a santos party. The power goes out and her and Oscar have some alone, romantic, sexy time together and she leaves for whatever reason, your choice, and Oscar is trying to find her. Instead of a glass slipper he finds her because he left a big hickey. Please write this I’m begging!

will be posted shortly ;)