#cesar diaz smut

[whereslynx]

Can you make a smut one with yn and sad eyes are dating secretly and yn being cesar and oscars sister?

a/n: we love the secret relationships. 🤭 quick reminder, i’ll get to everyone’s requests soon! exams may delay the speed, but i’ll get it done!

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The night was quiet, only the low rumble of distant traffic and the occasional siren cutting through the stillness of your block. You leaned against the brick of the railing on your front porch, staring down at the street that was empty for now. Freeridge wasn't usually this quiet, especially with your brothers, Oscar and Cesar, running things. Even the house, which had seen its fair share of chaos, marked tonight as an exception. Both of them were out handling business, leaving you with the rare luxury of solitude.

Or at least, that's what you thought.

But you should've known better by now. You had company. Someone who always found his way back to you, even when you weren't looking for it.

Sad Eyes.

He was leaning against the wall a few feet away, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his gaze flicking from you to the empty street and back. His presence wasn't loud, but it was impossible to ignore. There was something about the way he carried himself, like he didn't have to say much to get his point across. His eyes, dark and intense, had always drawn you in, even before things had gotten complicated.

Months ago, you hadn't expected this. At first, it was innocent-a few conversations here and there, his occasional visits to see Oscar and Cesar. You had been nothing more than your brothers' little sister to him. But somewhere along the line, those late-night talks turned into something more.

The glances lingered. The moments grew longer. And soon enough, you were sneaking around, meeting in the shadows, exchanging secret touches and stolen kisses, knowing full well the mess you were playing with.

Oscar and Cesar were protective, to put it lightly. They didn't let just anyone get close to you, and Sad Eyes? He was one of the last people they'd ever approve of. Not because he wasn't good enough, hell, he was family in the Santos, practically a brother to them. But precisely because he was too close. Too dangerous. And if they found out about the two of you, there'd be no talking your way out of it.

"How long we gonna keep sneakin' around like this, mami?" Sad Eyes' voice cut through the quiet, low and rough, like he was speaking a truth he'd been holding back for too long. He didn't move from where he stood, but the intensity in his gaze made it feel like he was already right next to you.

You glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow, a teasing smile pulling at your lips. "What, you scared of Oscar and Cesar now?" The words came out light, but there was no denying the weight behind them.

He let out a quiet chuckle, the sound almost lost in the night air.

"Ain't scared of 'em," he muttered, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer to you. His hands stayed in his pockets, but the shift in his stance, the way his body angled toward yours, sent a shiver down your spine. "But let's be real. This shit's more than what we said it'd be, right?"

The question hit harder than you expected. You both knew this thing had started off casual—just a distraction, a way to pass the time. But that was before. Before the secret meetings felt like they meant something. Before his touch lingered too long, or before the way he looked at you made your heart race in a way you couldn't ignore.

Now it was something else.

Something you couldn't easily walk away from. And that scared you more than you wanted to admit.

"We agreed," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate balance between you.

"No one needs to know. Not yet."

Sad Eyes took another step closer, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand slipped out of his pocket and found your waist, his fingers curling around you in a way that felt possessive, like he was holding onto something he wasn't willing to let go of. "Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I'm feelin' it," he said, his voice lower now, rougher, as his thumb brushed lightly against your side. "I'm tired of actin' like I don't want more."

The admission hung between you like a weight, heavy and undeniable. His words made your heart race, not just because of what he was saying but because deep down, you wanted more too. But there were things in the way— things you couldn't ignore, no matter how much you wanted to.

"You know what'll happen if they find out," you murmured, looking up at him, your voice barely holding together. "Cesar and Oscar—they won't take this lightly. You know how they are."

He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, but there was something serious in his eyes.

"They'll have to deal with it," he said, his tone both playful and firm. "Ain't nobody keepin' me from you. Not them. Not anyone."

His confidence was intoxicating, and as much as you tried to remind yourself of the risks, it was hard to care when he looked at you like that. You felt the tension between you two building with every word, every touch. It had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it was rising, threatening to spill over.

He stepped even closer, his forehead brushing against yours.

"But for now," he murmured, his voice so low it sent a shiver down your spine, "we keep this our secret."

You laughed softly, though the sound was more out of nervous excitement than anything else.

"We've been good at that so far," you whispered, your hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. It matched your own, fast and full of adrenaline.

"For now," he agreed, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything else.

The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring it.

You could feel the restraint in the way his hands held you, firm but gentle, like he was reminding himself to take it easy. But there was nothing easy about the way your heart pounded in your chest, or the way your body pressed against his, craving more.

As the kiss deepened, the tension that had been building between you for months finally snapped.

His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as his lips moved against yours with a hunger you hadn't felt before.

Everything about this was dangerous-every kiss, every touch. But in that moment, it didn't matter. The risk, the secrecy, the potential fallout-it all faded away, leaving just the two of you, alone in the night, hidden from the world.

His hands started to slide lower, fingers grazing the curve of your hips as the kiss grew more intense. You could feel the tension building again, the heat between you rising, and you knew exactly where this was headed.

Your hands brushed through his hair, whilst his desperately tried to pull you closer as if you weren’t skin to skin. Almost like he yearned for your souls to intertwine as one, ensuring that you’d be closer to him beyond flesh. Because he needed you beyond flesh.

“Ant—Antonio,” You moaned in between kisses as he held you against the wall of your home, hungrily switching from your mouth to placing kisses along your jaw. “Hm?” He hummed in response, too busy putting his lips to work on your neck to talk. “Inside.” You managed to mutter under the adrenaline that rushed through your body.

The heat between you and Sad Eyes only intensified as you guided him inside the house, both of you eager for more privacy and the chance to explore each other further. The moment you reached your bedroom, it was like a dam had burst, and all the pent-up desire and passion flooded between you.

Sad Eyes wasted no time, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that matched your own. The air was heavy with anticipation as he backed you towards the bed, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly, your fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer as you felt the undeniable need building inside you. "Antonio," you breathed his name, the sound a plea and a promise all at once. He swore he felt every single part of his cock harden to the sound of his name in your mouth.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his own dark eyes burning with desire. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice rough with need, “Let me hear you say it.” His hands skimmed up your sides, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you," you whispered, your voice filled with longing. "I want all of you."

With a primal hunger, Sad Eyes captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hands deftly working to rid you both of your clothes. The cool air of the room contrasted with the heat of your entwined bodies, adding to the intensity of the moment.

As you laid before him, bared to the soul, you felt a rush of desire like never before. Sad Eyes pressed you gently against the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he positioned himself above you, positioning his hardened cock against your slit. An almost smug smirk flashing across his lips when he felt how wet you were against his shaft.

He paused—Not in a way that halted the mood or the intense atmosphere, but in a way that allowed you to let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Can I, mami?” He rasped, his eyes low, coated with a hazed look that drove you insane. With a sharp inhale, you nodded.

“Please.”

He almost hissed at your pleading for him, his hand gently wrapping around your neck swiftly as he slowly thrusted inside of you, feeling your walls pulse around him as he let you adjust to his size.

The first touch of him inside of you yours sent a shockwave of pleasure through you, and you arched into him, seeking more.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with desire. His lips found yours once more, claiming them in a fierce kiss as he guided himself into you, slowly and deliberately.

The sensation of him filling you left you breathless, a mix of pleasure and pain that only fueled the fire between you. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Doing so fuckn’ good for me, baby,”. He rasped against your skin, letting you ease into the feeling of him inside of you because this definitely wouldn’t be the last time, “so, fucking, good.”

“I can’t—“ You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as the unfamiliar overstimulation of your walls squeezing him inside sent shockwaves through your body. “You can, mami.” He breathed, thrusting himself in and out of you, “Together— We can do this together,” he groaned, your breaths getting heavier and heavier by each movement.

Moans and gasps filled the room, mixing with the sound of flesh meeting flesh in a symphony of passion. Sad Eyes moved with a relentless rhythm, his movements becoming faster and more urgent as you both chased release.

In the heat of the moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of desire and need. Your bodies moved as one, seeking completion in each other's embrace.

As the tension peaked, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you, consuming you in its intensity. Sad Eyes followed soon after, his body trembling with the force of his own release.

Breathless and spent, you lay tangled together, the room filled with the echoes of your shared passion. In that moment, there were no secrets, no risks, only the two of you, bound together in a way that felt both dangerous and inevitable. And as you lay in each other's arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the echo of your heartbeats as a reminder of the connection you shared.

Sad Eyes looked at you with a mix of tenderness and desire in his eyes, his gaze tracing the curve of your face as if committing every detail to memory. You felt a flutter in your chest at the intensity of his stare, the weight of his emotions palpable in the air between you.

Slowly, he reached out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reverent. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through you, a silent reassurance of the connection you shared.

"You're something else, mami," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I never expected this... with you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You could sense the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, the part of him that craved connection and acceptance just as much as you did.

"I didn't expect it either," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad it happened."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, softening the hard lines of his face. In that moment, he looked almost boyish, a glimpse of the person he might have been if not for the harsh realities of his life.

The room was filled with a quiet intimacy, the sounds of your breathing mingling in the space between you. It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting glimpse of something deeper and more profound than just physical desire.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you. But for now, in that quiet moment of peace and contentment, all that mattered was the here and now, the warmth of Sad Eyes' body beside you, and the unspoken promise of what could be.

[sageworld]

guys guys guys i’m back in my omb era please send reqs

omb characters i write for

Oscar

sapo

cuete (i already have a fic or two posted)

jamal

cesar😒

ruby !!!!!

[lucerothings1]

Can you do a power bottom Cesar (from on my block) trying to help his best friend with his homework but things get Steamy between them two

Warnings: gay sex, top reader, bottom Cesar, oral, cowboy position, Spanish word.

Summery: you ask for help from Cesar on your homework and things get steamy.

“Hey Cesar can you come over to my house later I need help with some homework” you asked your best friend Cesar as he was with his friend in setting at lunch “um yeah man I’ll go later after school to help out as much as I can” “yeah okay thank you so um I’ll meet you at my car after school so you don’t gotta drive up there” “Okay man see you soon” “Okay thank you again” you said as you walked away to your next class.

The final bell had finally rung so you had walked to your car now just waiting on Cesar to get out of class. “Hey Cesar over here man” you waved to Cesar from where you were parked. “Hey um my brother came so I’m just gonna let him know that I’m gonna go with you okay” cesar told you as he walked other to his brothers car window.

You where actually surprise to see Cesar had a fat ass you’ve never really ever put attention to his ass but now you had and relished it was big as you felt yourself get hard so you took off your plaid shirt and tied around your wait as yoh where now left only in your tank top.

As he had a pleased look on his face as he now walked his way back to you as his brother sent you a look as you waved at him hello and goodbye at the same time.

“He said it fine just kinda Pissed I didn’t let him know so he wouldn’t have to come all the way over here” cesar said to you as he opens the car door to get inside “okay then you ready” you said to Cesar as he put his seatbelt on he then nodded in response as you drove off to your house.

“Okay where here” you said to him as you both got out and he followed you into your house “Um the living room is just to your right” you said as you closed the door after Cesar entered “Your parents not home” “Um yeah no their not in town there visiting family and I didn’t want go so I stayed alone” you said as you walked to the fridge getting some waters.

“That’s cool at least” cesar said as he took a seat on the couch as did you to his other side “ Yeah I guess your right” you responded as you got your books out and he did his to show you his notes.

“Okay so what you need help with” “yeah um algebra” you said to Cesar “okay well I’m good at it thankfully” he said responding to you with a grin.

It had been about 30 minutes now and you couldn’t seem to focus from the beginning only thinking about how big Cesar’s ass was when you saw it early. “Hello earth to M/n he said as he snapped his fingers in front of your face “Um what.”

“Are you okay what’s on your mind” he said looking at you “nah it’s nothing” “yeah but your not learning anything so what’s the point of his if you can’t focus” he said sounding upset.

“I’m just distracted okay” you said heavy “distracted by what” “I don’t know I just am” you said helpless and holding back from telling him anything “ okay I’m your sure no one’s gonna come over today” cesar said to you looking into your eyes “um no nobody will why” “Because if distracted is what you are then lets help you focus on something better” he said as he pushed aside the books and got onto of your lap as he begun to kiss you.

As your hand traveled to his ass while you started to feel his fat ass you had been day dreaming of for so long now you had your hands on it. “Mm fuck yeah papi touch my ass” he moaned out as he broke the kiss pushing you into the couch more.

As you both now where heavily making out on the couch you Thad now unbuttoned his pant and reached your hand underneath his pants and underwear now having his hot ass literally on your hands as he pulled off your shirt on your waist and pulled off your tank as you pulled of his leaving each other now only Pants.

As you kicked off your shoes and so did he you had now laid him on the floor as you ripped off his pants and underwear at once and you pulled off your as well as he steered fully onto your rock hard cock spring free from your underwear.

As he pushed you to the ground and begun to leave your chest full of marks as he reached to what was now in his mind your cock. “ you gotta big pene here papi” he said as he  dived to your cock as he began to deep throat your cock causing you to moan.

“Ah-oh fuck you sure do know how to work on a cock don’t you Bebe” you said to him as he grabbed a handful of his hair as you begun to fuck his mouth with your cock as you heard him gagging.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum” you yelled as he throated your cock now having his nose at the base of your cock as he swallowed you load.

“Oh fuck I love your pene papi” you said heavily once he finished sucking you dry “I need your dick up my culo papi porfa” he said to you as you nodded in excitement for having his ass.

“Espera I’m gonna have to eat that first” you said as you pushed him down and lifted up his legs as you begun to lick and eat his ass like a wild hyena. “Oh fuuuckk papi yeah eat my culo” he moved out as he pushed your head down even more on to his ass as you begun to fuck him with your tongue.

“Oh fuck Bebe can’t wait to have that culo of your for myself” you said as you laid on the flower as your back rested on the couch as he climbed up again on your waist.

“Oh fuuuckkkk yeah papi put that big pene inside me” he moaned as you lined up your cock with his hole as he you felt his hole suck up your cock as he begun to ride it right away.

“OH FUUUUCKKK YEAH PAPI FOLLAME YEAH FUCK ME” he said as he begun to fuck him self on your cock as you had lost words and your eyes would roll to the back of your head in pleasure of his tight ass.

AH bebe tienes un culo caliiente y apritado” you moaned as he began to ride you. “Oh fuck I’ma cumm” you yelled “Me to papi” Cesar moaned as he continued to ride both your highs as you hit his prostate with one final thrust sending him over the edge as he felt your cock paint his velvet walls white with your cum as he exploded everywhere on your chest including up to your face.

“Mm-mm” you both moaned into a kiss “that was amazing you gotta nice culo Bebe” “you gotta nice pene papi” Cesar said back with a smirk on his mouth before he licked off his cum from on your face as he kissed you again “Mm you taste amazing Bebe” you said to him as you both stayed there.

[stripper-patrick]

Place and time 🏜 Cesar Diaz

Warnings: smut, filth, angst, language, unprotected, terrible English to Spanish translation, degradation, oral (m),

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Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

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Relationship: Cesar Diaz x black plus sized/ requested reader

I walk out the house in my short dress and slides to see Cesar completely engulfed in my body. “Damn”

“Whatever. I thought Spooky usually gives you a ride”

“He does but I told him I wanted to pick you up” just then the cherry red Cadillac pull up beside us. Spooky rolls down the window and nudges his head for us to get in.

“After you” Cesar pulls the seat forward and I bend over climbing in purposely rubbing my butt on him. I get in the back and sit my backpack down.

“Thanks” I smile

“Don’t worry about it. After that shit Latrelle pulled I ain’t letting none of y’all walk home” Cesar gets in the front and Spooky drives off.

We get to school and Cesar gets out before helping me out. We watch spooky drive off and Cesar turns around. I smack his butt making him jolt.

“I should be doing that to you as good as you look hermosa” he kisses my cheek grabbing a handful of my ass. I grab his chin softly kissing him. “Mmm that little thing you pulled when we got into the car wasn’t funny. Now I have to wait for my boner to go down”

“I could help ya know” I wink

“As tempting as that sounds we’re gonna be late for class”

“Fine by me” I wink. He intertwine his fingers with mine and we walk hand in hand into school.

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Me and Cesar have third period together which is the longest period of the day. Not to mention math. We have a substitute because our teacher is on maternity leave. An old white woman who’s 10 minutes from her grave. Everyone’s either sleep or they left the classroom to walk the halls.

I’m looking at the math paper that was assigned to us trying to figure out what the hell it is when Cesar kisses me randomly.

“What was that for?”

“Because I love you”

“Can I tell you something?” I say

“What” I caress his cheek and run my hand down his chest and stopping right on his dick. I squeeze it watching him bite his lip holding back a moan “I could really use some of this right now”

“No we’re at school. We have one more period left then we can go and do whatever you want” he smiles. I sigh shrugging. I look back at the paper and I notice Cesar’s tent forming in his pants. He sighs shaking his leg to distract himself from thinking about it.

His hand ends up on my thigh just rubbing it. Something he does often. I push his hand up further lifting my dress exposing more thigh. I push his hand down between my thighs letting his fingers touch my thin underwear. I hear him sigh again. I look at him with an innocent smile stroking his pants again. I lean over whispering in his ear “do I make you horny baby?”

“Lets go” he grabs my hand pulling me out the chair. We dip off in plain sight and into the hallway. We pass a group of boys who gawk at me. Cesar allows me to walk in front of him eyeing them down before smacking and grabbing my ass

“Find something else to look at she’s mine” he growls. I smile opening the supply closet pulling him in. Immediately he roughly kisses me. “I’m so fucking hard”

Cesar drops his pants and I pull up my dress. I turn around holding onto the shelf as he moves my panties to the side finally penetrates me.

He thrusts into me hard holding up his shirt. I drop my head moaning. I spread my legs wider and bounce back on him meeting his thrusts. Cesar slaps my butt and I moan.

“Keep going” I beg. He pulls out making me groan frustrated. Cesar picks me up rubbing the tip on my clit before pushing it back in again. My body jolts against the shelves and I wrap my arm around his shoulder moaning.

“You feel so good” I moan with my eyes shut. He kisses me slipping tongue inside battling for dominance.

“Fuck Y/N”

“Mmm I love when you call my name baby” I moan breathing harder.

“Yea? I wanna make you scream mine” he moans kissing my jawline and neck. My body starts quaking indicating how close I am to cumming on him. My moans get louder and Cesar’s hand covers my mouth and he bites his lips suppressing a loud moan.

I bunch his shirt whining in his hand moaning. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl cumming on my dick”

I close my eyes letting my body shake and my breathing get heavier. Cesar lets out a shaky low moan and I can feel his dick throbbing in me. I push his hand away getting down on my knees and sucking on the tip jerking the rest of his dick. The familiar taste of cum coats my tongue and he moans bracing the shelf.

“You’re such a pretty little slut” he moans. I push my head forward letting myself deepthroat him.

“Oh fuck” I keep sucking until I feel he’s had enough then come off him with a pop. He squeezes my chin with a smile and I laugh.

“Come on the bells about to ring” we walk out and see Ruby, Monse and Jamal walking by

“What are you doing in there?” Ruby asks. I emerge behind Cesar “oh your doing Y/N”

“Class was boring and she kept teasing me so I had to do something about it” He laughs

[eunoiaflow3r]

Thin Lines and Butterflies - Cesar Diaz (Part 1)

A/N: series.

Warnings: language, angst, fluff. No Cesar x Monse history, or Olivia x Cesar history. Female reader. Translation in italics. The reader knows Spanish. Set during the first season. fem!reader.

Summary: Y/N is new to town. Well not really. Her brother sent her away last year in hopes to get her away from the gang life that he is a part of. Now she’s back, and ready to get back to how it used to be.  She reunites with Spooky’s little brother Cesar and quickly becomes friends with his crew. When it comes to Cesar though - that line that defines whether they are friends - is getting thinner and thinner.

Word Count: 2.3k

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When the bus dropped you off, a million weights had been lifted off your chest only to have been replaced by a million more. It was weird being back- nostalgic - but weird. Everything looked exactly the same - and that’s something that made you smile the widest you have this past year.

Once you rounded the corner, you immediately recognized the smell of Dwayne’s Joint - your mouth literally watering. The food, among many other things, you definitely missed. You missed the way the road curved under your sneakers and the way the stars shined at 12 in the morning at the drive-in. You missed your brother and the way he joked around with you. You missed the way he used to take you everywhere with him, and always tried to make it fun. 

You hoped he missed you, ‘cause as you approached the house, those weights only seemed to get heavier. Those butterflies that were sleeping are now flying full force in your stomach as if being chased by their worst nightmare - whatever that was. As you approached the house though, you noticed the house next door - Spooky’s house. You missed Spooky too. He was your brother’s best friend, and by the looks of it - was out of jail and having some kind of get together with the gang.

Assuming your brother would be there, you approached the pale white house, and all the inhabitants lounging around. They reeked of alcohol and tobacco, but you have to admit - though strange- it’s a smell you definitely missed. 

Spooky noticed you first. 

He got up from his chair and walked over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders. “pensé que vi un fantasma, niña.” He breathed, hugging you tighter.

(I thought I saw a ghost, girl)

“Estoy aquí. In the flesh.” You hugged him tight as well. “Missed you guys.”

(I’m here)

He let you go and took a step back.

“Missed you too.” He looks up and nods towards the house. “Lorenzo know you're here?”

You look to the house as well to see Lorenzo exiting the house, eyes scanning over the lawn, and landing on me.

“He does now.”

You run towards the porch where your brother stood, and wrapped your arms around his torso. “Lorenzo!”

“Y/N! ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?” He hugs you tighter.

(What are you doing here?)

“I missed you! I missed Freeridge.”

“I missed you too babe. But you know why I sent you away. You know it’s not safe here. ¿Qué está pasando realmente?”

(What’s really going on?)

“Can we go home first?”

He nods, and lets you go, offering his arm for your bag. You hand it to him, and he slings it over his shoulder. 

He opens the door and walks to your old room setting the bag down on your bed which looked exactly how you left it a year ago. He literally changed nothing in this room. Your posters were still up, your paintings on the wall, and even your fake snowflakes that hung in the corner. He knew you’d be back. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have left it the same.

He sits on your bed and leaves room for you to sit too. You were dreading having this talk with him. 

“Dime que pasa hermana.”

(Tell me what’s wrong sister.)

“He’s addicted now, hermano. He’s gotten really bad. At first, it was small. But then it got to where he was blaming me for everything, and throwing glass bottles, and yelling at me for literally anything I did.” You stopped to take a breath and you could feel him tense beside you clenching his fists. “He started coming home really late, and when he came home, he just wasn’t - he almost hit me Enzo. I barely got away.”

“I’ll beat his ass. I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna kill him. Why the FUCK did I think it was safe for you there?”

He shot straight up, and ran to the living room, reaching for his gun, and ran out of the house.

“No, hermano! No!”

He was getting in his car when you called Spooky over. “Spooky help me please!”

He ran over and stood in front of the car preventing your brother from leaving.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Lorenzo angrily got out of his car and slammed the door. “¡Esa perra casi le puso las manos encima!”

(That bitch almost laid his hands on her!)

“But he didn’t Enzo! He didn’t! I’m fine!”

“Shit!” Spooky yelled. “Cesar! Come over here!”

Spooky’s little brother, who isn’t so little anymore jogged over to the group. You wonder how old he is now. You know a year older than you maybe, you used to hang out a couple of times, but only because of your brothers. His hair is a little longer, and his smile a little wider, although he’s worried now, and definitely surprised to see you. 

“Cesar make sure she gets something to eat. Y/N, I’ll try to talk him down.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Oscar.”

He glares at you. “Not even here an hour and already being intolerable.”

Cesar let’s out a laugh, and his face immediately drops when you look at him squinting your eyes.

Spooky looks at you as if hinting for you to just listen to him. 

You walk back to your brother’s house, Cesar right behind you.

“You can go home, Cesar. I can take care of myself.” You open the door, and he just follows you right into the house.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause returning home without you fed is a great idea in Oscar’s eyes.”

‘He’s right,’ you thought. ‘You shouldn’t be so harsh on him.’

“I’m sorry.” You look him in his eyes, and boy were they pretty. “Shits already gone down and school hasn’t even started yet.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m gonna take a shower first. Promise I’ll be quick.”

Once you were in the shower, you thought about all that has happened today. Hell, Cesar Diaz was waiting for you in your living room! You wondered if he had a girlfriend - no - with his looks? He definitely does. Besides, the whole reason Lorenzo sent you away was so that you could get away from the gangs. He definitely wouldn’t be okay with you dating a member, let alone someone that close to him. Even if something happens between you two - which it won’t - if it all went to hell not only would your relationship with him change, but yours and Spooky’s, and Lorenzo’s and Spooky. It doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing’s going to happen.

After you’re quick 5-minute shower, you convinced yourself that Cesar has a girlfriend. That way, your positive that no feelings will get caught.

Back in the living room, Cesar is on the couch watching youtube videos on his phone. Once he hears you come closer his head shoots right up, and he powers his phone off, shoving it in his pocket.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You mind if we go meet my friends? Monse’s back.”

“Yeah, I don’t care.” I pause. “Actually, you know what? I can order some takeout. You really should go.”

“I really want you to come Y/N. You’re acting like you’re some burden, and you’re not. I really kinda missed you.”

He looks at you with a certain sincerity that made your heart literally melt. Your mind kept telling you to make up some kind of an excuse to refuse his invitation, but your heart wasn’t having it.

“Fine.” You whispered grabbing your black bag.

As you both walk out of the house - him holding the door for you, he starts the conversation.

“What’s in the bag?”

“My survival kit.”

“You plan on dying?”

You roll your eyes as he nudges you with his shoulders. Those butterflies are back and for a different reason.

“My phone, a charger, a portable charger, Bluetooth speaker, snacks, lotion, perfume, lady products, knife, taser, jacket, change of clothes, and more.”

He laughs. “All that for what?”

“To be prepared.”

He rolls his eyes again at you and your ways. He missed this. Missed you. Even though you two were just a couple of kids playing in sandboxes, and reciting your ABC’s, he missed what little memories he had with you that caused his happiness. 

He noticed that your hair was longer and that your style had changed just a bit. You still kept the ring from your mom on your middle finger and the necklace from your grandmother around your neck. He wondered what your school was like in Arizona, and how your friends treated you. He wondered how you were able to return on your own, and why you even came back in the first place.

“My dad’s addiction got worse. He isn’t the same.” You looked up to see his hands in his pockets, and a slight frown on his face. “There was nothing I could do. That’s why I came back.”

“Lo siento.” he murmured, not really sure what to say to make you feel better.

(I’m sorry)

“Not your fault.”

There was a silence filling the air that neither of you knew how to fill. All that time apart, and lack of communication turned you into strangers...and what do you talk to a stranger about?”

“How have you been?” You asked, hoping to make it less awkward.

“Uh, it’s been okay. Nothing’s really changed since you’ve been gone. I know they weren’t really your friends, but I’m sure the crew will be happy to know you’re back.”

It’s not that you didn’t like Monse, Jamal, and Ruby...but they were Cesar’s friends. And was Cesar even your friend? You can’t be friends with them, they’re the core four. You can’t mess that up. They weren’t total strangers to you. You hung out with them a couple of times, but that’s about it. As you approached Monse’s house,  all you really wanted to do was go home. These weren’t your friends. What were you thinking? How would they even react? Did they even know you were coming?

“Cesar, I’m -”

“No, Y/N. We’re literally already here, and I’m not walking all the way back home with you.”

“I have a taser. I can take care of myself.”

“No doubt. But Spooky or Enzo will not like it of I leave you for dead.”

“Whatever.”

He opens the door, and on the couch sat Monse, Ruby, and Jamal waiting to dig in the chinse food they ordered. 

“Y/N! Cesar!” Ruby yelled, coming over to you to give you a hug.

“Dude you got hot.” 

You blush as Monse and Jamal give you a hug as well. Jamal compliments your bag and preparedness.

Once you were all sat down and situated, you dug into the delicious food you didn’t know you were craving.

“So Y/N, when did you get here?” Monse asked mouth full of noodles.

“Today actually. Took the bus.”

“On your own?”

“Yup.”

She seemed satisfied with your answer and kept eating.

“What’s Arizona like?” Jamal asked wiping his fingers neatly with a wet wipe.

“Hot. I hated it. Freaking sucked. The Grand Canyon was pretty cool though.”

“The Grand Canyon? So cool. I’ve heard there was gold hidden there and alien cities.”

Monse rolls her eyes at Jamal. I chuckled.

“So Y/N,” Ruby starts putting down his food and looking at me very seriously. “You single?”

My cheeks heat up with that.

I look at Cesar, but he refuses to make eye contact and instead chooses to almost violently stab his noodles.

“I had a boyfriend. But he broke up with me when he found out I was running away.”

“Asshole,” Ruby says taking a bite of his food again.

“You ran away?” Jamal asked, surprised.

“Left without permission. My Dad is going through his shit and I couldn’t be around it anymore.”

“Ooh, I felt that!” Monse said laughing.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. I felt like I fit in, and far from a charity case that I thought I was when I first arrived. We all talked, and laughed all night, and it was really starting to feel like home again. Like I was really meant to return.  

The later it got though, the more I wondered what Spooky and Enzo were up to. Did he talk him down? Were they on their way to Arizona? Whatever it was, I’d find out soon because Cesar was ready to go home, and so was I. Monse was knocked out on the couch, and on the floor, Jamal and Ruby were too. 

Before we left, we let Monse know we were leaving, and she invited me to come over tomorrow. I promised her I would.

Once we were out on the sidewalk, Cesar made sure that he was standing on the street side of the sidewalk. “It’s late. Anything could happen.”

Once I look at him a certain way, he changes what he was saying. “But you have your Jamal Pack so you’re all good.”

“Jamal Pack?”

“Only Jamal packs bags like that.”

“Well, then we all need to be like Jamal.”

“Lo que digas chica.” He sighs.

(Whatever you say, girl)

The rest of the walk was a quiet one, and comfortable this time.

Once you were going to separate into your own houses he handed you your bag back that he insisted on carrying for you.

“You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, I had fun. Thanks for letting me come.”

“I didn’t let you come, they invited you. They wanted you to come.” he paused. “I wanted you to come.”

You didn’t really know what to say to that, without sounding like a complete fool. Here go those stupid butterflies again.

“En que piensas la cabeza grande?”

(What are you thinking about big head?)

You smile at the nickname. He used to call you that all the time. Funny things you remember just out of nowhere - almost like second nature.

“Nada.”

(Nothing)

That was a lie though. You were worried. Worried about Enzo, about your father. You were worried about school coming up, and your new life here. Most of all though, you were worried about those stupid butterflies in your stomach, and that tiny little weight on your heart.

~~~~~

PART TWO + PART THREE

[spookysmujer]

HAPPY SZN 4 OF ON MY BLOCK! ✨

[chasing-classics]

It Takes A Man- Ray Diaz x Reader (2)

Pairing: Ray Diaz x Reader

Warning(s): Language, angsty feels, mentions of cheating, SMUT

Summary: In the aftermath of your night with Ray, you struggle to move on from the Diaz men, but find difficulty in forgetting the man in question. What happens when you reunite?

A/N: This will not be a full-length story, I think it’ll just be a fun little miniseries that I’ll work on between drabbles and oneshots, but so many of you loved the first part that I couldn’t help but post the sequel earlier than anticipated. Enjoy, my little deviants!

 Part 1

 You huffed, barely making it through your front door before the handfuls of grocery bags collapsed at your feet. You cringed, shaking your head upwards at the thought of how all the fresh fruit you just bought at the corner bodega was now bruised. Shuffling your feet, you prodded the cans of various sauces and whatnot out of your way, casually closing the front door with your foot and tossed your purse on the nearby sofa.

 Your new apartment had finally been put together in your hasty move from the Diaz household. The drive was not so bad, it was long enough to put distance between Oscar and yourself so that you two could avoid any awkward/angry confrontations on the street. But you were relieved, as was Cesar, that it was no more than a 15-minute drive, 25-minute to half hour walk in case the youngest Diaz brother and his friends ever wished to stop by. The pang in your chest whenever your thoughts drifted towards Cesar was still an entirely fresh wound. The way he yelled and cried in your arms the night he came home still made your e/c eyes well up with tears. You would never forgive yourself for the role you played in the separation. Oscar was by no means innocent; his actions were unforgiveable. He cheated on you more times than you would ever care to admit. He made a fool out of the one person who held him down, the one constant in his life. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t still bitter.

 Cesar knew the breakup was looming, in the months leading up to that fateful night you and Oscar had gone for each other’s throats. Initially he only left the house to take care of ‘’Santo business’’ but the smell of cheap perfume contradicted that immediately. Despite your valiant efforts, Cesar walked in on you once or twice just crying your eyes out until they became so painfully puffy. History certainly repeated itself in the Diaz house. The only difference was that you managed to get out in, mentally exhausted but physically fine, while his mother had overdosed not two years after Ray was locked up. Cesar partially felt betrayed by everyone involved. Oscar, Ray, and even you. But Oscar had been the real target of Cesar’s anger and hurt. Had Oscar not made Cesar join the Santos, Cesar would’ve had a normal life and possible ticket outside of Freeridge. Had Oscar not been a complete jerk to you, Cesar could’ve had some resemblance of a family left. He still had you, he still had Oscar. But it was never going to be the same.

 That said, what you and Ray had done was anything but innocent. ‘’Fuck,’’ you huffed, tossing your keys in the dish by the entryway. As much as you probably should’ve forgotten all about that night. As much as you tried to dismiss the reminiscing, you found yourself in a losing battle. About the way Ray had felt filling you. The drag and pull movements of his manhood along your velvety walls. You involuntarily shivered and cursed yourself as your mind clouded over in a haze of lust.

 ‘’No. . .no, we aren’t going back there,’’ you chided, working to tidy up the place. ‘No matter how much I may long to. . .’ you mentally noted as your actions quickened in a pathetic attempt to block the mental image of Ray hovering over you, filling your tightness. The familiar pitter patter of butterflies in your abdomen alerted you of your arousal. The blush that steadily spread across your cheeks did the same.

 Ray and you had seldom spoken in the nearly 40 days it took for you to find an apartment in a safe part of Freeridge (upon Oscar’s insistence, to your shock) and for you to gather your belongings and move out (thanks to the efforts of Sad Eyes and Tito, also upon Oscar’s insistence and your shock). When you had said a quick goodbye to your ex of five years and the boy you practically raised since he was a small fourth grader, the longing look in Ray’s eyes was not lost on you. Whereas Cesar walked you to your car, Oscar hung back on the porch trying his best to seem unbothered, Ray leaned against the side gate of the house. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips as he made sure to stay out of Oscar’s line of vision. You didn’t need to look up at him to know he was watching you. To know that look in his eyes. You had the same look as you drove way, only concealing it as to avoid another fist fight between Oscar and his father.

 The apartment itself was nice and homey. Your job in real estate, selling mostly houses in Brentwood, made sure that you could afford nicer furniture, a stocked fridge, and lunch money for Cesar. He would alternate, opting to camp out on your charcoal gray couch while Oscar enjoyed the benefits of a newly single life back home. You feigned ignorance or uncaringness whenever Cesar showed up late at night with a sympathetic look in his deep brown eyes, but every time you thought about the girls drifting in and out of the only home you had truly known the past five years, your heart clenched in your throat.

 Sad Eyes had been another figure who graced your doorstep every now and then. He insisted it was because of the friendship you and he had maintained since high school, but something told you he was keeping tabs on you. The one, single one night stand you had partaken in a few nights ago just so happened to be cut short (too short) when Sad Eyes conveniently began pounding on the door. The situation had Oscar’s hypocritical jealous antics written all over it. Nonetheless, Jose was a good friend of yours’ and he along with Tito and the other Santos were a big help in setting up the place to your liking.

 As you drifted around the entertainment area, around the balcony, and around the kitchen watering your various plants, your brows furrowed. The one person who hadn’t really visited you, aside from Oscar of course, was the one man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

 Your night with Ray was far too passionate, or so you thought, to be just a one-time thing. As sick and twisted it might be, as horrible of a person that made you, you couldn’t help but yearn to have another night with the Diaz patriarch. Subconsciously, your hand drifted to your collarbone, sighing through your nose as visions of his strong, rough hands exploring your flesh resonated within you. Part of you shrunk back into your shell, your subconscious telling you that Oscar had clearly taken after his father when it came to breaking hearts. That Ray probably hadn’t been with a woman since being released from prison. That you were just an easy fix, a convenience for him in the form of an insecure and emotionally exhausted hyna. He didn’t see you anything other than a tight hole to keep his dick warm. You bit your lip, hands clutching the kitchen counter until your knuckles turned nearly pale.

 But the other part of you felt in your bones that it was not just an easy fix. That, yes lust fueled and spurred his actions, but there was something about the way he looked at you as you drove away from the house. Something that screamed ‘’more.’’ An enchanting, debauching look. Interest, maybe, but still more all the same. More.

 Your fingers danced down the valley of your breasts, down your abdomen, until your fingertips made contact with the top of your leggings. Admittedly, you had forgone wearing underwear this particular day, out of laziness, but you were certainly not complaining as your fingers met the wetness of your tight folds. An airy sigh escaped your lips, eyes closed as those fingers danced along your sensitive folds like little ballerinas.

 Your other hand began kneading your still clothed breasts, becoming rougher in an attempt to mirror the way Ray had done. Whether it was the forbidden, sinful nature of that night or not, no other man, not even Oscar had made you feel so erotic the way Ray Diaz had. Your eyelids fluttered shut as your moans steadily flowed past your lips like a gentle choir. The middle finger curled in the depths of your core, your index finger gently rolling the sensitive pearl above. The faster your digits worked, the easier it became to imagine Ray’s touch. The smell of his shampoo with the slight musk of his sweat from working out in the front lawn. The way he grunted every time he slammed into your core. The way his eyes went nearly black from pure lust and primal desire when he looked over your quivering form.

 ‘’R-Ray,’’ you whimpered to yourself, panting as your fingers worked diligently.

 ‘’Don’t stop, nena.’’

 Your eyes flew wide open, your mouth following suit as the man of the hour stood in your front door, learning against the frame. That infamous, lopsided Diaz smirk left no room to question where his boys got it from.

 ‘’Don’t stop on my account,’’ he repeated, uncomfortably shifting his weight to his other leg, a very noticeable bulge catching your attention immediately. You gulped.

 ‘’How the f-fuc. . .wha. . .why?’’ you screeched, hand quickly retreating from your pulsing, needy pussy much to your discomfort. You were convinced that he could feel the heat of your blush from across the room.

 ‘’The front door was unlocked. I know it’s a safer neighborhood, but you still need to-‘’

 ‘’I meant why the hell are you here?’’ you didn’t mean to sound as bitchy as it had came out, but you were slightly jilted from the way he had ignored you the pas several weeks.

 No calls. No texts. No surprise visits. Until now.

 The smirk faded from his handsome face, becoming more serious although his eyes showed the slightest hint of a mix of shame and sorrow.

 ‘’Y/n,’’ he sighed, eyes turning to look down at the floor. It was amazing how, for a split second, the father of two and former Santos member had morphed into a nervous young man. You could almost pinpoint what he looked like younger.

 You stilled, heart still racing violently in your chest. He had rarely called you by your name before. Even before you two had sex, it had always been ‘’nena’’ or ‘’mamacita.’’ In fact, you were sure he only used your name once. When he came inside you and sealed your fate. You suppressed a shiver, but Ray quickly caught the effect he still had on you. He regained some of his courage, standing up straight. Your eyes quickly surveyed the way his muscles automatically flexed as his arms folded up and crossed his chest. Damn him.

 ‘’I’m sorry I haven’t called or visited. . .I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything to do with me considering. . .,’’ his thoughts trailed off, not wanting to discuss the way Oscar had blown up after catching you. One thing you admired about Oscar, that despite his temper he never laid a hand on you. He would rage and toss some furniture in the opposite direction and yell like a madman. But his rage was mostly directed at Ray that night.

 ‘’We need to talk to you, hermano,’’ Oscar’s deep voice cut the silence as you resisted the urge to glare at the Santos’ leader.

 ‘’Okayyy?’’ Cesar offered an awkward smile, sitting at the dinner table. The same dinner table that just moments prior had been flung on its’ side as Oscar raged throughout the house. You had barely tossed the scattered food into the trash can before Cesar walked in.

 Ray cleared his throat and retreated to the side door of the house, probably smoking a cigarette to calm his nerves as the ‘’adults’’ had their talk.

 ‘’Cesar,’’ you started, reaching across the table to gently grasp his hand. When had he gotten so big? You never once tried to be the mother he had lost to drugs as a five-year-old. You never took away the authority figure that was forcibly bestowed onto Oscar. You were just Y/n; his brother’s girlfriend. But you knew you were the closest thing Cesar ever had to a mother/motherly figure. And you had fucked it all up.

 ‘’What’s going on?’’ his thick brows knotted in confusion. You hesitantly glanced at Oscar, him biting back a glare towards you as he sighed.

 ‘’Y/n is moving out,’’ he mumbled and if you didn’t know Oscar any better, you could’ve sworn there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

 ‘’Wait.. . what?’’ it broke your heart hearing the confusion and panic in Cesar’s voice.

 ‘’Cesar, it’s ok. I’ll still be here whenever you need me. It’s just,’’ you trailed off, your own voice wavering as you tried to muster up the best way to explain things.

 ‘’No it’s not ‘ok.’ Why are you leaving us? Leaving me?’’ Cesar’s voice steadily rose, yanking his hand away from you. The gesture made you wince.

 ‘’Cesar,’’ Oscar’s tone slowly shifted to that of Spooky.

 ‘’No! Tell me why she’s leaving. Why is she really leaving!’’ Cesar stood up abruptly, nearly knocking the chair to the floor. Somewhere outside Ray coughed on a nicotine coated cloud. The room filled with uncomfortable silence.

 ‘’Cesar. Sometimes, people just fall out of love. Things happen. Life happens. Sometimes even adults make really shitty decisions and they change on each other,’’ your voice remained soft as you sadly looked up at the boy you helped raise. You resisted the urge to look at Oscar’s gutted expression, knowing that if you did you would surely lose it. It had been that exact moment you regretted not leaving the house as soon as Ray walked in just hours before.

 Cesar’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, but once his chocolate brown hues fell upon his brother, they quickly hardened with anger.

 ‘’You did this. . .you fucking had to get your dick wet that bad that you didn’t even consider her! She did everything for us! For you! She was there for me when you weren’t! You were too busy being Spooky that you couldn’t be fucking bothered!’’ he snarled.

 ‘’Watch your fucking mouth, Lil Spooky,’’ Oscar steadily rose on his two feet, towering over Cesar. You stood as well, ready to jump into the lion’s den if necessary.

  Cesar scoffed, a mocking smile on his lips before it quickly gave way to the coldest glare. He looked nearly identical to Oscar. ‘’You’ve given Ray so much shit for leaving us and abandoning his family. . .in reality you’re no better.’’

 Oscar lunged forward, the two brothers tangled up as fists were flying.

 ‘’Oscar stop!’’ you screamed, throwing yourself into your ex, dodging fists left and right. Ray barged back into the house, getting a grip of Oscar as you shoved Cesar in the opposite way. The sound of Oscar’s fist coming into contact with Ray’s jaw echoed throughout the house.

 ‘’Get the fuck off of me! Get the fuck off of me!’’ Oscar snarled, desperately trying to shove his father off him to no avail. What Ray lacked in height when it came to Oscar, he made up with in strength. You could see Ray struggling to rein in his anger and maintain his grip on his son. Tears filled your eyes as well as Cesar’s as the two of you fell to the floor, watching the two men struggle.

 ‘’Had enough?’’ Ray grunted. He still smelled like you, and that more than anything broke Oscar.

 Oscar managed to shove the Diaz patriarch off, falling back against the wall as he huffed, tears clouding his vision. His eyes fell on you and for once, he saw the damage his infidelities caused blow up in his face. His baby brother crying into your arms, begging it all to stop as you cried to yourself in the corner. Both of you looked so small, you looked so defeated. He had fucked up. You met his broken gaze, shaking your head as if you could will all of this to evaporate. You had fucked up. The next morning, you began looking around Freeridge for apartments. The next few weeks, Oscar helped you load up your car as you moved twenty-five minutes away from the only home you knew. The day after that? You gathered the rest of your belongings and bit back a sob as you held Cesar in a crushing hug. As you looked over his shoulder, you saw Oscar leaning against the porch’s structure, biting his lip as he looked down at you, fighting the urge to ask you to stay. To work through it. But he quickly realized that was what he had been asking of you throughout all of these years. And that is why he remained silent as you pulled out of the Diaz’s driveway. He didn’t move until your car was out of sight.

 You shook your head, leaning against the island in the middle of your kitchen. Your hands rubbed and massaged at your temples, biting down on your bottom lip to prevent the tears from falling. ‘’That was on me,’’ you whispered, voice croaking with emotion. You jumped when you felt Ray’s strong hand on your shoulder. You gasped as a jolt of electricity passed through the two of you. Judging from the quick intake of breath, Ray felt it too.

 ‘’I’m so sorry,’’ he whispered. You straightened out, looking up at Ray despite still only reaching his collar bone. The inner struggle was clear as day in Ray’s eyes. He was undoubtfully attracted to you. But more than that, he admired you. The way you cared for his sons. The way you managed to handle the lifestyle of the Santos while still obtaining your classy demeanor. You were capable of holding down a family. And although you were insecure thanks to what his eldest son had put you through, Ray wanted nothing more than to reassure you of your worth.

 You hesitated for just a moment, before lunging upwards and meeting Ray in a passionate kiss. A kiss that conveyed all the words you wished to say, but didn’t have the strength to voice. His hands clutched your hip and cradled the side of your neck as he returned the kiss tenfold. Whether it was lust, genuine interest, curiosity, or some weird concoction of all three you found it entirely all too easy to throw caution to the wind around this man.

 You nipped at Ray’s bottom lip playfully, biting back a grin when you solicited a low moan from him. Pride be damned. Morals be damned. You had no obligation to Oscar anymore. Cesar didn’t need to know about this. It would just be a secret between the two of you.

 The whimper that escaped your lips as he forcefully tugged off your top sent shivers down Ray’s spine. He grunted when his eyes feasted on the exposed skin. Without him even asking you, you unclasped your bra and stood topless in front of him. He dove down, expertly taking your nipple into his hot mouth and began twirling his tongue around your hardened bud. You moaned mewled, hands running through his short hair and roaming his broad, muscled back. Your eyes rested on the faded Santos cross on his arm, whimpering when he nipped at your sensitive skin.

 ‘’R-Ray,’’ you moaned lowly, mouth falling open when his hand made contact with your ass in a playful slap. You had no time to recover before he pulled away from you, gently turning you so that your front was pushed and pinned against the cool surface of the granite island. You hissed as your already hard, sensitive tits pressed against the freezing surface. You rested your cheek against the counter, shivering as Ray yanked down your leggings.

 ‘’Fuck,’’ he moaned, seeing your wet core fully exposed and presented to him.

 ‘’You’re going to be the death of me mami,’’ he whispered, pressing his bulge against your gaping hole. You bit your lip at the heat that emitted from his still clothed cock. You knew what was awaiting you and your insides coiled at the anticipation.

 Each of his massive hands took a firm hold on the globes of your ass, gripping them and spreading you apart so that you were on full display under him. You let out a shaky breath between panting when his hot saliva met your tightness. His thumb spread it against your folds, teasing your clit before diving two fingers into your awaiting cunt. Ray all but growled at the way you gripped his digits. The delicious way you pulsed and clenched excitedly around his middle and index finger. He found himself constantly thinking, ‘I could get used to this.’

 ‘’Ray,’’ your needy voice broke him out of his thoughts as he folded over you, you feeling ever muscle of his chest against your bare back as he pressed light kisses against your shoulder before finally meeting your cheek and then your plump lips.

 ‘’I need you,’’ you whispered, leaning into his kisses and sighing when you heard him pull himself from his pants.

 ‘’You have me, princessa,’’ he grunted, working himself with one hand as the other tangled with yours’. ‘’You have me, all of me,’’ he groaned thrusting his hips forward and filling you with a brutal, singular thrust. You cried out, the burn of him stretching your tight canal was familiar and slightly painful, but divine all at once. His hand clenched yours, as if assuring you that you were ok, his lips still kissing the tears that threatened to escape the corners of your eyes.

 ‘’Fuck y/n,’’ he groaned, savoring the feel of his cock dragging within your tight pussy, pulling you back towards him as bit, only for you to bounce forward as he thrusted back into your core. He set a fast, brutal pace as the sounds of his thrusts echoed off the walls. You were grateful that your neighbors were at work, the wanton mewls and cries that escaped your lips would’ve surely caught their attention. As his hand held yours throughout the entire time he fucked into you, the other had a firm grip on your shoulder. Pinning you down so that you couldn’t slip from his cock and pulling you back to impale yourself on to his thickness.

 You attempted to burn the sounds of his grunts and groans, as well as the squelching of your tight core every time his hips snapped against you from behind, but soon became overwhelmed. He was heavy and hot inside of you. You could feel exactly where he was every time he was seated inside of you. Your body bounced in tune with his movements, but the feeling of his heavy, throbbing manhood in your cunt was something you’d always savor.

 Before you could even speak, waves of euphoria crashed within you as your release fell over his still hard cock. You could only cry out his name, panting it out as his hold on you tightened. He pressed fully against you, curling over your back as his cock throbbed and pulsed violently, painting your insides with his release.

 His arms wrapped around your front, dragging you so that you rested against his chest, impaling you on his still solid dick. With awkward movements he led you past the kitchen, into your bedroom while every step you took resulted in another jolt as you practically balanced yourself on his cock.

 Ray only pulled out briefly, laying you on your back on your mattress. He hovered over you, panting as his eyes glazed over at the sight of you. Your hair sprawled out like a crown around you, chest heaving with your labored breath and the post-orgasm tremors that shook you. What really caught his attention was the sight of your pretty pussy, still impossibly tight, dripping with his load onto your sky-blue comforter.

 ‘’Ray,’’ you whispered, reaching up for him. He laid over you, crashing his lips against your lips, seating himself back inside you. Your hands clawed at the white tank he still had on, only or him to pull away slightly and yank it off, tossing it carelessly into the corner of your room. His sweatpants were next along with any other article of clothing he had previously worn. All that was left was himself, bare and all.

 Your leggings had been long abandoned in the kitchen and the moment his bare skin met yours, your fates were sealed. It was hot, passionate, deplorable, mind-blowing, wicked, otherworldly sex. Your nails embedded themselves into his back and shoulders, your legs wrapping around his hips as they crashed into you. Your moans mingled with one another, lips and teeth occasionally clashing against each other as he moved in you.

 ‘’It’s been too fucking long without this tight pussy, princessa. My pussy,’’ he growled, hammering into you as you struggled to keep up with his thrusts. Your clutched the comforter beneath you as that familiar coil began curling and tightening within you. He was reaching new depths, exploring new parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. And all you could do was lay there, moan out his name, and take it.

 ‘’Fuck, Ray, yes, fuck it feels so good,’’ you whined, throwing your head back as he began nipping and sucking on the column on your neck.

 ‘’Cum for me, mi reina,’’ he grunted, every muscle flexing as he moaned and panted above you. His hands were wrapped around your hips, dragging and pulling you upwards to meet his thrusts. The coil was impossibly tight, tears running down your cheeks and falling onto the bed below from the sensation of it all.

 But came you did, violently around his manhood. You shook underneath him, mouth warped into an ‘’o’’ shape as you sighed and moaned under him. His thrusts sped up, to your shock, and it all came to a close the moment he pulled you to him, tucking his face into the base of your neck as his hot, thick load filled you once more.

 As he pulsed within you, your pussy clenching and unclenching from the aftermath of two mind-blowing orgasms back to back, you simply laid there. You basked in the aftermath of it all, shivering when his load began dripping out of you and pooling onto the blanket, leaving a quarter-sized dark spot in its’ path. Once your breathing returned to normal, Ray met your eyes, a softness in them. His mouth met yours in a comforting, warm kiss. He was still inside you when you closed your eyes and fell into a satisfying, deep sleep.

  When you had opened your eyes, it was visibly night-time. The orange glow of the streetlights illuminated your bedroom from your sheer curtains. Ray was knocked out beside you, one muscled arm thrown over your side in a protective manner. A small smile graced your lips, widening when you felt the strangely satisfying soreness between your legs.

 You quietly got out of bed, maneuvering around the apartment to get a glass of water while trying not to disturb Ray. You had no idea where this was going to lead you. You weighed the possibilities. To date your ex-boyfriend’s father just seemed so ridiculous and wrong. No matter what Oscar had put you through with his infidelities, to go ahead and enter a relationship with his father just seemed cruel to you. And what would Cesar think if he were to catch you and Ray together? At the same time, you didn’t want to say goodbye to Ray. Aside from great sex, you felt a genuine connection with him. He was older, yes, but he made you feel things that nobody ever had. You huffed, sipping on your water as you felt the beginnings of a headache approaching. A sudden knock and turn of your front door startled you to the point you nearly dropped your glass onto the hardwood floor.

 ‘’Y/n,’’ Cesar’s voice was muffled, but clear as day through the door.

 You gulped, body stiff with shock and fear. From your bedroom, the mattress creaked as Ray sat up, eyes groggy with sleep.

 ‘’Y/n?’’ he called out, getting up to check what the commotion was.

 ‘’Fuck me,’’ you sighed, mind racing and heart rising to your throat once more. You were so fucked.

[youare-mysonshine]

toxic || oscar diaz

(gif is not mine. credit to owner♥️)

Summary: reader and Oscar share a daughter together, and their relationship is complicated.

Requested: yes.

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Warnings: cussing, cheating, fighting, a lil smut (18+), angst lmao

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I am sorry I’m such a weak bitch. Enjoy or whateva lmao major toxic!Oscar YIKES don’t hate me lol another good song that goes with this is killing you by asking alexandria.

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Damn right, we take turns being’ grown

I get real accountable when I’m alone

I get real about it al when I’m alone

It’s so crazy missin’ you when I get on

Don Julio made me a fool for you

And now I might hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

All of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

You and Oscar had been together, on and off, for a few years now. The two of you had met back in high school, back when he was starting to stray and head more into the gang life. From the moment you two had met, you had caught his eyes and he had caught yours.

Maybe it was his smooth way with words, maybe it was the fact that you knew he was no good and you seemed drawn to that even more, but the two of you started talking and pretty soon, you were dating. People didn’t understand it, especially when he finally gave up on his academics and became fully immersed in being a Santo. Your family did not approve of your relationship whatsoever, they didn’t like it and they let you know. They saw his tattoos, the way he dressed, who he hung around and they didn’t like him.

People warned you to stay away from him, to stay away from the Santos but you didn’t listen. You were in love and when you’re in love, everything else goes out the window.

“Mommy, I miss daddy and tio. When are we gonna live with them again?” Your daughter came bounding into the room looking at you with those big brown eyes that were entirely her daddy’s. She had Oscar’s eyes. His dark curly hair, but she had your smile.

You had gotten pregnant with your daughter during your final year of high school. You were 18 and terrified - you didn’t know a thing about raising a baby, you didn’t even know if Oscar wanted a baby. He was busy raising his brother Cesar, busy moving up the ranks in the Santos, you thought that there was no way he’d want it. Hell, at the time you didn’t even know if you wanted to keep it either.

Telling your family was one of the scariest moments of your life. Your mother was disappointed, your father was livid. Furious. Suddenly you were an example to your siblings of what n o t to do. Telling Oscar, that was just as nerve-racking but he had taken it better than you anticipated. He was just as nervous as you but he told you he wanted you to keep that baby, he wanted to be a father. He wanted to have a family with you. During your pregnancy, he started running with the Santos more, earning money that you’d need to help support the baby, as well as money to keep himself and Cesar afloat.

Nine months later, your beautiful baby girl came into the world kicking and scream with a head full of dark curls like her daddy once had before he shaved it off. You still remembered the moment that Oscar first saw her, the first time he held her, the first time he placed her on his chest. He looked at her with such love in his eyes. A love that couldn’t be replaced or replicated by absolutely anyone. That was when you fell even more in love with him.

But it was also when the trouble had started.

Oscar was an incredible father. He helped you so much with your little girl but it was like your relationship had become strained. With him getting deeper into the gang, your worry increased and you often fought about how one day he’d come home seriously injured, or how he wouldn’t come home at all. He’d tell you he was doing all of that to ensure you, Y/D/N and Cesar had everything you needed.

It was two years later when the cops burst through the front door of the house - you were sitting in the living room with your two year old, and Cesar. The cartoons were on, but the baby wasn’t paying attention, she was too busy laughing at the funny faces her Tio Cesar was making at her. Cops rushed into the house and all you could remember was holding your crying and wailing daughter in your arms, hugging a crying Cesar, as they arrested Oscar.

Eight years. Oscar was sentenced to eight years in prison and you suddenly found yourself raising your daughter alone, raising his brother because there was not a chance in hell that you’d let him fend for himself.

You’d visit Oscar as much as you could - the drives up to Corcoran were pretty long but you always went because you wanted to see him, even if it killed you only being able to see him behind thick glass. Only being able to talk to him through a phone. You’d took your daughter too, and Cesar. But that never made anything easier. It only made things harder because your daughter would constantly look around for her daddy, she’d expect for him to come home. And eventually, he did come home.

Oscar got out after four years for good behavior and you couldn’t have been more excited and nervous. Your daughter was six by now and she was completely attached at the hip to her dad. But the strain on your relationship with Oscar didn’t go away.

It was about a few weeks into him being home and you had seen a message from some girl on his phone talking about how she couldn’t wait to see him again. How she missed him. Naturally you were pissed. It had all led to a big fight between the two of you and you finally broke things off with Oscar. You packed some of your stuff up and you moved into your parent’s home with your daughter. But you hated it because no matter what, you two shared a daughter, and you knew that she knew something wasn’t right. She had just become accustomed to seeing Oscar again everyday, living with him everyday but now you felt like you had snatched that away from her and you felt guilty. And you missed him too. You hated it but you missed him too.

You patted the spot on your bed and your daughter climbed up, laying beside you. You pulled her in to your arms and hugged her close. “I don’t know, baby. I.. I don’t know.” You said, sighing. “Sometimes kids have mommies and daddies that don’t live together anymore. Kinda like me and your dad. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t ever see them again. That doesn’t mean that your daddy doesn’t love you anymore.”

Later that night after you had gotten your daughter to bed, you were laying down, your phone in your hands. The screen was on and it was on Oscar’s contact. Your thumb was hovering just a little above the green phone button. After a few seconds of silent contemplation, you finally called and brought the phone up to your ear. Oscar picked up at around the second or third ring.

“Hey mama.” His deep voice said to you, and you hated the way your heart leaped in your chest, the way those all too familiar butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Hey Oscar.” You said softly, turning on your side and looking out the window. The moonlight was the only light. “Your daughter misses you.” You said to him.

“I miss baby girl too.” He said. “I miss you too, Y/N.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. But deep down, you could feel that hope brewing in the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah right. I’m sure you did.” You said, sarcasm dripping in your tone. “What with all the other bitches that you’re talking to.”

“Mamas, I’m not talking to anyone, alright. I fucking miss you and Y/D/N. I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. I know I did. Pero, come home.” You stayed silent. “Come on, don’t you wanna come home? I miss waking up next to you. I miss kissing you. Te extraño bebecita.”

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The next day, you had gathered up your clothes and your belongings, making sure you were packed up. You had gotten your daughters stuffed packed as well. After your talk with Oscar the previous night, you had decided to move back into the house with him and Cesar, you had decided to give it another try because you really did want to make it work. Not only for you but for your daughter. You wanted her to have both of her parents.

Once you and your daughter were ready, you hopped into your car with all your stuff and drove the short distance to Oscar’s house. He was sitting out front with some of the homies, including Cesar. Your little girl quickly unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and jumped out.

“Daddy!” She ran as fast she could straight into his arms and he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. You got out of the car, not quite with as much enthusiasm as your daughter, but the smile on your face could light up an entire room. An entire building.

“Hey pretty girl.” He greeted, kissing the top of her head. The thing you absolutely adored was that your daughter had gotten her father’s dimples. The tall Santo stood up, holding his big girl in his arms. He walked over to you, giving you that lopsided little smile that had you falling for him the moment you met him. “Hey mama.” He said to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips and you instinctively kissed back, melting into it. You missed him. You really did.

“Ew, daddy. Cochino!” You and Oscar both pulled away, that grin on his face as he looked at your daughter.

“Who you calling cochino, mocosa?” Your little girl began giggling and laughing uncontrollably as Oscar began tickling her. All you could do was watch with a smile on your face and your heart full of love.

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“Okay, I don’t understand what the big fucking deal is, Oscar. So you can talk to other bitches but when some guys looks at me, when some guys says hi to me, that’s a problem?”

You and Oscar had gone to a Santos party, your daughter having stayed at the house with Cesar. The night had started off great. You and Oscar were drinking, laughing, dancing together. It was a fun night. But it had all changed up when one of the Santos, one of the newly jumped in Santos, had spoken to you.

He had greeted you, saying hi to you, and you weren’t a rude person, obviously you weren’t gonna just ignore him. But Oscar had gotten upset and you truly didn’t know why, and all it had done was start yet another fight between the two of you. All it had done was ruin the mood. The two of you were currently in his car, tension thick.

“It’s a problem when they’re fucking flirting with you and you’re entertaining that bullshit. Nena, you can’t tell me that you didn’t know.” You could tell Oscar was frustrated and he was only growing increasingly more frustrated. You felt the same way, your heart rate spiking just from pure anger alone.

“Oscar, he was not flirting with me! Why are you being so fucking stubborn dude! Shit, we can’t even have one good night together because you always come up with some outta pocket shit. I forgave you, I came back to you even after I seen those text messages on your phone from that one bitch. I shouldn’t have even done that. Fuck all of this.” You said, shaking your head.

“Oh so it’s like that? Fuck this? Fuck me?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, fuck you. Fuck you for trying to start shit.” The impala pulled into the driveway of the house and you waited not a single second before you were climbing out, slamming the passenger door shut with such a force you knew it’d piss Oscar off.

“Chill the fuck out!” Oscar exclaimed. “If you’re so fucking arrepentida about getting back with me, then get the fuck out. Go back with your hating ass parents.”

You heard the front door briefly open, followed by a voice. “Umm.. what’s goin’ on?” You heard Cesar ask, just barely walking through the threshold. You sighed, embarrassed that Cesar had seen and heard.

“Cesar, is she awake?” You asked. The young teen shook his head.

“She just fell asleep.” You nodded and began walking up the steps, away from Oscar.

“I’m gonna pack my shit up and I’m gonna leave. I’m gonna leave her here tonight because I don’t wanna wake her up. I’m gonna go back with my ‘hating ass parents’ and don’t even fucking think about calling me or texting me unless it has something to do with Y/D/N.”

Uh, all the sex on replay

Run it back like a DJ

Surfing’ on your face while you eat that

Tryna make a bad bitch behave, no

I was this way for you

Put the pussy away for you

Thinkin’ I would wait for you

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you

And now I might hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

And all of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

“Just like that. Oh god, don’t stop Oscar. Don’t stop.” You moaned, fingernails raking down Oscar’s back, slightly digging into his skin. The tattooed Santo jack hammered in and out of you, your body absolutely on fire with nothing but pleasure.

“You like that, mamas? You like the way this dick feels?” Oscar groaned in your ear, looking down at you with those devious eyes, that little smirk on his handsome face. You nodded, your face twisted up in pleasure.

You hadn’t anticipated on ending in the situation that you were in. After you and Oscar had broken up for what seemed like the hundredth time, it had been like that for about a week or so. The only times you two saw each other were for your daughter, when you dropped her off so she could be with him, etc etc.

During one drop off, Oscar had grabbed your hand and told you he wanted to talk to you. He had pulled you inside the and he had apologized, telling you that he missed you, that he wanted you back with him, you and your daughter. You could never say no. Not to Oscar, no matter what.

You were weak when it came to Oscar and he knew it. You knew it too but you chose to ignore the little voice in your head telling you that you didn’t deserve the way he treated you. That you didn’t deserve all this back and forth. Your daughter certainly didn’t deserve it. But Oscar was your first love. You couldn’t let go. You didn’t want to let go. It was either you calling him and giving in, or it was him apologizing to you and you giving in. Oscar was a drug and you were addicted. The relationship was killing you, hurting you, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was that rush that you felt when you were together, that love.

“Y-Yes, yes I love it, don’t stop baby.. fuck fuck fuck..” That tight coil began to unfurl, your body began to lightly shake and you knew that you were about to cum and Oscar knew it too. Licking his thumb, he brought his hand down between your legs where he rubbed at your clit. You cried out, writhing underneath him. Your orgasm hit you like a train and you couldn’t stop the way you gushed around him.

Oscar groaned, feeling your tights walls squeeze him like a vice. But he didn’t falter. He helped you ride out your orgasm until his own finally got to him. His hips faltered, stuttered, until finally he came to a complete stop, emptying every last drop of his cum inside of you before pulling out, laying down beside you on the messy bed.

The both of you were slightly slightly, panting and breathless but you didn’t care. You cuddled up beside him, resting your head on his chest, fingers gently tracing over the tattoo he had of your’s daughter’s name right above his heart. He had gotten it right after she was born, telling you that no matter where he was, she’d always be close. You loved it.

“Let’s have another one.” Oscar spoke up after a few minutes of you two trying to regain your breath, of you tracing that beautiful cursive ink on his chest. You raised your eyes, lifting your head up to look up at him.

“Another what?” You asked.

“Another kid, mami.” He spoke, reaching over the bedside table to grab his red bull, taking a drink from it. You scoffed, an amused smile on your lips.

“You want another baby?” You asked. The topic of having another child with Oscar hadn’t really come up. With the hectic life you both lived, you didn’t think he’d want another one. Yet still, that hope once again began to grow inside of you.

“Yeah, I want another kid. With you. Baby girl was telling me the other day how she wants a sibling. She said she wants a baby sister.” Oscar chuckled. You smiled, biting the bottom of your lip as you pondered the idea.. You did want another baby. You wanted your daughter to have a sibling. Your mind began to wander, thinking about being pregnant again - feeling those little kicks and movements you loved so much. Feeling the way Oscar would rub your belly, talk to your child. You began to think about if you had a son. A little boy who looked just like his daddy.

“Okay.” You answered. Oscar looked down at your, raising a perfectly arched brow as you agreed.

“Yeah? You want another kid?” He asked, a smile growing on his face. You nodded, smiling along with him, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah. I want another kid, with you. I want baby girl to have a sibling too.” You answered. “I just have to stop taking my birth control.. but, yeah. Let’s have another kid.”

Problematic

You know that dick always been problematic

Somehow I’m always caught in your dramatics

All in your acrobatics

You know I want the static

Tell me to throw it backwards, uh

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you

And I still hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

All of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that it isn’t true, Oscar. Please. Tell me.”

Just when you thought that your relationship with Oscar was finally back on the right track, all those hopes went right out the window. You were at your wits end. Your heart couldn’t take anymore. You were done. You were tired.

You and Oscar had been watching a movie, enjoying some time alone together - your daughter had gone to get some ice cream with Monse and Cesar - leaving the two of you alone. The day was going good until Oscar’s phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number. He had gotten up to go and use the bathroom so he didn’t hear his phone, and you couldn’t stop the curiosity. And you know what they say; curiosity killed the cat.

What you had seen on his phone absolutely shattered you. Absolutely broke your heart a million times over.

Explicit messages, pictures, videos. All of them from that same girl that you had caught him messaging the first time around. But now, there was no doubt in your mind that Oscar had done something with her. You didn’t want to believe it at first. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t do that, that he wouldn’t disrespect you like that but you had the proof right in front of you. How could you dispute the facts? As soon as Oscar had walked back into the living room and seen you with his phone, that heartbroken expression on your face, he knew. He knew that you knew.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?”

“I want you to fucking tell me that this isn’t true. That you didn’t cheat on me.” You exclaimed, tears blurring your vision. “Tell me you didn’t, Oscar.” You pleaded, your voice breaking. The tattooed Santo clenched his jaw, looking away from you and you broke down. You dropped his phone down on the table and buried your face in your hands.

“See, the fucked up thing is that I had a feeling. I had a feeling and I ignored it because I didn’t want it to be true.” You spoke through your tears. All those memories, all those years together had gone right out the window. Oscar had thrown everything in the fucking trash. “After all the shit you put me through, I stayed, Oscar. I stayed with you and this is what you do?” You looked up at him, tears falling freely down your cheeks, wetting your skin.

“I fucked up, Y/N. It was just one-“

“No. No, I fucked up. Because I kept coming back to you after you disrespected me time and time again.” You stood up, running a hand through your hair. “I’m the mother of your child, Oscar. And you still disrespected me like that? That’s what I get for giving birth to your daughter? For raising her? For holding shit down while you were locked up? I was there, Oscar! Me!” You yelled, letting out all that anger and sadness you had inside. “I was there for you when you were in prison. I visited you. I took care of your daughter, I took care of Cesar. If I was some other bitch, I could’ve taken her and I could’ve left. Tell me, is that bitch that you’ve been fucking gonna be there for you if you get locked up again? Is she gonna take care of Cesar? Send you money? Drive hours just to see you for like one hour?”

“Baby-“

“Stop. Don’t call me that. Not anymore. I can’t keep doing this with you Oscar. I can’t. I’m done. I don’t want to fight anymore, I don’t want to be hurt anymore. I tried and I tried to make shit work for Y/D/N. For us. But.. we’re not good together anymore. I let myself be treated like shit. Our daughter doesn’t deserve all this back and forth. She doesn’t deserve that. I love you and I know that I always will but I’m tired. I need this to stop. If you want to fuck around with other bitches, fine. But I’m not gonna let you disrespect me anymore. I deserve more than that.”

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[oscar-effing-diaz]

Hands off (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

(NOT MY GIF!! CREDIT TO OWNER!!)

Prompt: Hello :) I just finished reading all your Oscar work and I love it! I saw that requests were open so I thought maybe you could do a story about how spooky would react to another santos yelling at or shoving the reader? If not maybe have the reader be working at the bank the santos robbed and Oscar having this “love at first sight” thing with her when she’s scared but doesn’t show it? If you do both or either thank you so much! If not I’ll still look forward to any other work <3

Requested by: @Bae-b-cakes

If there was one thing that got Oscar triggered it would be when someone lays their hands on his girl. Doesn’t matter if its a guy or girl, anything as much as a finger gets near her then asses are about to be handed to them. Like tonight for example, the Santos decided to throw a party in order to celebrate the prophets being locked up. Everyone was drinking and having a good time, music was blasting through the stereos and cheers were being shouted out here and there.

Y/n was comfortably sitting on Oscar’ s lap with one arm wrapped around his neck and the other holding the cup in her hand. Occasionally Oscar would kiss her every few minutes just to see her get flustered but she didn’t complain. It was very rare that Oscar showed his real side in front of other people besides Y/n and Cesar, so to see him smiling and laughing put a big smile on her face.

Noticing that her cup was empty, she decided to get a refill but of course she couldn’t go without giving Oscar a kiss on the lips. Walking to the table full of drinks she grabs the bottle and starts to pour it in her cup. Once she sat the bottle down, Y/n turned around only to smack into somebody which caused her drink to spill on them. 

“Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t see you were there.” Y/n was quick to apologize to the guy but all she got in return was a disgusted and pissed off expression. 

“Are you fucking blind or something?” he spat at her as he glanced at his soaked shirt. 

“I swear it was a accident I-” she was cut off by the guy roughly shoving her which caused her to slightly lose her balance and fall on her butt. 

“Maybe next time watch what your doing, maybe then your stupid ass wouldn’t have done that.” the guy continued to seethe and Y/n continued to profusely apologize even as a few tears formed in her eyes. But as soon as she saw the figure behind this guy she quickly got up and dusted her pants off.

“What the hell is going on here?” Y/n started to panic as she saw Oscar’s face. Anytime he made that face she knew that he was getting ready to do something bad. 

“This bitch is the one who wasn’t paying attention and spilled her drink all over me.” the guy explained not knowing that Oscar was Y/n’s boyfriend. She held her breath as she watched Oscar roughly turn the guy around and lean down so that they were both at eye level. Everyone at the party began to notice and stopped to watch. 

“Don’t you ever call my girl a bitch.” Oscar roughly spoke as his grip on the guy’s shirt tightened up. Y/n took that as a sign to try and break it up before any fight was started. 

“Oscar stop, just leave it alone. No fighting tonight please.” Y/n begged him as she tried to get him to loosen his grip.

“Look man I didn’t know she was your girl” The guy tried to defend himself but he was now scared shitless, especially since more Santo members started to gather around them and boy were they ready to put their hands on someone. 

“Everyone here knows, rule number one, don’t ever touch the queen.” Oscar spat venomously as he shoved the guy to floor and grabbed Y/n by the waist. She watched him signal to the guys to drag him out of the party and let him take her back to the couch where he plopped her right back onto his lap.

“You okay bebe?” he asked gently as he pushed a strand of hair back that had fallen in her face. Although she was worried about the guy that was most likely getting a beating in the front lawn, she was just happy that Oscar didn’t get involved. 

“I’m fine.” she said and leaned in to kiss him which he happily obliged by pulling her closer. 

“I’m proud of you for having self-control.” she whispered in his ear after she pulled away from him. He gave her his signature smirk and leaned into give her a long steamy kiss that made her yearn for more than just lip-on-lip action.

“No one messes with my queen. Nobody”

A/N: I’m back!!! Anyone else watch season 3? I was completely shocked by the ending like what the fuck?!

[whereslynx]

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Female Reader. [SMUT]

pov: giving oscar a blowjob on his first day out. 🤭

(me when tall sexy menngrhususj idfk)

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“Don’t smile at me like that, mi corazón. You know how much I fucking love that smile.” Oscar rasped breathlessly, his fingers intertwined with the strands of your hair as he looked down at you from the edge of the bed. What a beautiful fucking sight. The love of his life in between his legs and on her knees, with his pre-cum and saliva coated cock laid out on her face. And that smile, that same cock-drunk smile on your face that he’s dreamed of for weeks— No, for months in that damn cell.

“I can’t help it, Oscar. I missed you so much.” You mumbled, practically craddling his cock with your face. He wasn’t alone on time being his enemy. To some, Oscar getting out of prison was the worst day of their lives. But to you, oh, how it was one of the most rewarding moments you’ve ever longed for. Cesar could surely tell by the way you both rushed to Oscar’s room and hastily shut the door behind you as soon as Oscar got home, excited chuckles and giggles that could resemble silly teenagers in love could be heard. But Cesar knew better to take that as his sign to leave, unless he wanted to traumatise himself with ungodly noises that were bound to be unleashed.

Your lips met with his shaft, giving it small kisses before taking it into your mouth, sucking it gently as the pressure around Oscar’s tip earned a hushed grunt from his lips. But his hazed gaze never left you, taking in every detail as if it was a film that he couldn’t afford to watch again. From the way your mouth was already so full with only half of his length in, to the way your grip on his thighs to ground yourself would tighten whenever you tried to take more of his cock into your warm mouth.

“Ai, that’s it, taking me so goddam well.” Oscar murmured lazily, slowly losing himself in the pleasure and warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock, “Fuck, just keep looking pretty with my cock in your mouth, hermosa.” His whispers of praise and the way his narrowed eyes looked at you pushed an aching and muffled moan out of you as you stuffed your mouth with his length, your poor neglected pussy clenching on nothing but it’s own pool of wetness in your panties.

Oscar cussed under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening the more your tongue did laps around his cock. You knew he was close by the way his breathing shallowed, barely being able to contain the mess of words that left his lips. Your nose hit the base of his cock as you took him entirely into your mouth, a tinge of pride stirring in you as you watched his eyes close as he tilted his head up, his lips parting in overwhelming pleasure. “Swallow.” He groaned, letting himself indulge in the temptation to cum. You wordlessly obeyed, feeling the thick, hot strands of cum shooting the back of her throat.

It was almost like you blacked out for a short while, losing yourself in the adrenaline in making Oscar cum - but with a gentle tug, he lifted you off your knees and onto his lap, making you straddle his waist, pulling you back into reality. Kissing you on the forehead, he took in your expression. Your tired narrowed eyes staring right back at his.

“I think it’s time I reward you for waiting so long, yeah?” Oscar smirked.

[sageworld]

4;27am; cuete x reader

warnings; light smut

lowercase intended. also decided cuetes birth name would be rogelio

you were both young but the love the two of you felt for one another was intense. praying for him on nights you wouldn’t even pray for yourself. he was yours & you were his.

you laid in your guys’ shared bed, unable to sleep and waiting for him to get home. this wasn’t a rare occurrence but you’d usually receive a text when he’d have nights like these. you knew the block was the hottest it’s been in months making the nervous pit in your belly even deeper.

just as you look over at the clock that read ‘4:27am’, your bedroom door swings open, reveling rogelio. “where have you been papi?” you sit up. “the prophets have been acting up again, nothing to worry about bebe.” he kissed you forehead, “i’m gonna shower real quick.” he informed you. you nodded in response before cuddling your face into your pillow.

it took about 20 more minutes before he returned, in nothing but red plaid pajama bottoms. you felt his body weight weigh down the bed. he turned to you, kissing your neck.

“papi, it’s almost 5am.” you giggle. “i know, i just missed you so much.” he ran his hands up your sides. “gimmie kiss.” he leaned over, puckering his lips. the kiss is a soft string of kisses, you feel his hands make their way to your boobs playing with your nipples.

“papi.” you moan out. he face in your neck, sucking on your neck. he pinched at your nipples when suddenly his phone went off. he groaned and looked up at you, “one second mami.” he picked up his phone. “que?” he asked, all you can hear from the other end is muffling but it sounds like sapo. “alright, tell him to just do it & we can take care of it tomorrow night.” he said before hanging up the phone.

he turned back to you, “i’m back.” he joked & put his body weight on yours. you giggle as he pulled his shirt off your head. “so beautiful.” he began to suck on your hard nipples.

you were in for a good morning .

[xo-enomis]

I wanna do like Monse x Cesar from On My Block plot so bad. I thought about writing a book cause I have SOOOOOOO many ideas for them. But like I wanna do a plot that starts where season 3 ends…because let’s be honest season 4 was ass. I’d love to even start from the beginning with these to characters and write our own thing. Idk it sounds corny now that I’m typing this.

Like this or send a DM…come see me.

This plot comes with long and detailed replies.💖

[stripper-patrick]

Punisher 🧎🏽‍♀️ Cesar Diaz

Warnings: smut, filth, angst, language, not really a plot, fluff, choking, oral (f/m), face slapping, overstimulation, I’m trying not to look at this as borderline abuse 😂

Requested

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Cesar Diaz x black plus sized/ requested reader

“Jamal and Ruby are so fucking annoying” I hear Cesar say. I walk downstairs and he’s fuming.

“What’s wrong” I ask

“Nothing but do me a favor” he grabs me by the neck pulling me close and tightening his grip. His voice is deep and raspy “go upstairs and take off everything and wait for me”

“Ces-“ his grip tightens more sending a flood to my panties and a gasp pass my lips

“ahora querida” he seethes. He lets me go and I swallow thickly. I go upstairs. I rid myself of my leggings and big t-shirt and sit on the edge of the bed waiting like he said. I hear his heavy footsteps and my heart beats harder out of anticipation for this dick down. He walks through the door his shirt balled in his hand and his pants already halfway off.

“mi linda florecita” he caresses my cheek “tonight I will ruin you”

That was all he said before I’m being brought to the floor and he taps his dick on my lips. I open my mouth wide and Cesar pulls my head back letting me suck on the tip. His eyes close and I smile. Cesar grabs both side of my head engulfing his dick into my throat making me gag and tears well up. I can’t find it and he pulls out letting a string of saliva collect at the tip. I feel slight stinging pain to my face and I realize he slapped me. I never knew my clit would be throbbing from that one slap.

He forces me on his dick again and I gag around it. When I come up more spit collects and I smile “please slap me again”

“Oh you like that?” He slaps me again and I moan at the pain. He pushes me back down growling loud. I already know with the mindset he’s in if I were to touch myself he’d take this punishment further so I’ll refrain. One things for sure he can see the thick line between hurting me and pleasuring me and he knows not to double-Dutch it purposely.

Cesar pulls me up and lays me on the bed sinking his head down between my legs. he runs his tongue all the down and back up collecting my dripping juices before playing around with my clit. Flicking it, circling it, sucking on it. He makes my body twirl with the sudden outburst of pleasure.

“Cesar” I moan. I grab the sheets thinking it will allow him to slow down but it doesn’t. He just keeps hungrily lapping up on me. My jaw drops. Cesar has never been this rough and angry when we were having sex and I’m loving it.

I try to lift my hips in attempt to scoot away from him but he pushes me back down holding me still while growling at me “stay still”

Cesar uses one hand to keep my hips down while his other fingers slowly push inside of me My back arches and I moan out. I feel his fingers ripple against my g-spot clashing with it faster every time. He moves his head forward sucking on my clit and I’m screaming out his name while my body tenses up then begins it’s convulsions.

“Cesar” I grip the sheets biting my lip.

“Let me hear you” he moans. My body thrashes against him and I cry out as he keeps going

“Wait slow down please” I try to push his head away but he keeps a tight hold. He continues assaulting my clit making me shake more.

“I can’t take it anymore Cesar” I whine. The pain this orgasm has turned into is a weird amazing type of pain. It feels good.

He comes up keeping his fingers inside of me and he kisses my lips so I’m able to taste myself on him. He keeps fingering me until I’m crying out holding him close to me. My hands fall to his wrist and his large hand wraps around my throat again.

“Fuck I love watching you cum on me” he moans kissing my neck. My breathing is shallow when he pulls out his fingers. I can see my juices dripping down his palm. He licks it up not wasting a drop and I grab his hand pulling his fingers in my mouth. I suck his fingers clean watching him bite his lip “Cesar I don’t think I can cum anymore” He kisses my neck pushing my hands above my head keeping them in place with his own hand.

He pushes his dick in me and I moan still sensitive from his punishing orgasms. Cesar starts thrusting and his head moves down to the crook of my neck sucking on the splotch of skin to form a mark of territory.

“You’re mine you know that” he growls “no vas a ir a ninguna parte bebita”

When he speaks Spanish to me it’s like breathing life into something dead. And he knows I go crazy just from the littlest Spanish words.

“Cesar” I whimper. He tangles his fingers with mine kissing me sloppily while going deeper. Cesar moans as I clench myself around him.

“Do it again” with my little bit of strength I clench around him again. “Shit” He moans

“Cesar please” he lets my arms go and I wrap them around his neck pulling him closer to me. “I’m gonna cum” I warn. He moans in my ear. Low and sensual making me whimper in his neck. My legs shake and my toes curl as he continues fucking me to tears.

He wipes my falling tears moaning and kissing me. Cesar grunts and he pulls out. I take it upon myself to sit up and suck on his tip feeling hot beads of cum shoot at the roof of my mouth. I massage his balls and his eyes close. I can see the outline of his abs as his stomach contracts. Once he’s finished I come off of him with a pop. I wipe the corners of my mouth and grab my water bottle on my dresser. I wash down his kids and he just watches me “what?”

“Was I too rough? I’m sorry”

“No no it was great. Do you feel better?” He lays down and I lay on his chest

“Yea much better” he kisses my head.

[eunoiaflow3r]

Thin Lines and Butterflies - Cesar Diaz (Part 3)

PART ONE + PART TWO

A/N: series part 3, title change lol, will have some mistakes.

Warnings: language, angst, fluff. No Cesar x Monse history, Female reader. Set during the first season. fem!reader.

Summary: Y/N is new to town. Well not really. Her brother sent her away last year in hopes to get her away from the gang life that he is a part of. Now she’s back, and ready to get back to how it used to be.  She reunites with Spooky’s little brother Cesar and quickly becomes friends with his crew. When it comes to Cesar though - that line that defines whether they are friends - is getting thinner and thinner.

Word Count: 3.0k

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Monse and Olivia were convinced that high school dances were just a playground for molestation and baby-making. You, on the other hand, were excited to go,  and asked Olivia for advice on what to wear. Before school, she went through your closet and helped you pick out the perfect outfit. 

At lunch, you decided to sit with Jasmine. You just didn’t want to be around Cesar after all of his mixed signals. Did he like you or not? Why would he hold your hand if he didn’t? Why would he deny wanting to “bone,” you if he did? It just didn’t make any sense. Maybe he was leading you on. Would he do that? Was playing with your feelings some kind of sick game to him?

Boy were you happy you sat next to Jasmine instead of across from Cesar like you usually did. 

Well…almost happy.

Jasmine has been talking your ear off, and now you were half-convinced you should have just sat with your friends.

As if the gods were listening, Olivia and Monse came over to sit next to you, clearly pissed off.

“Hold up, what’s up wit’, you guys?” Jasmine asks. 

“Boys.” They sneer.

You and Jasmine break out in giggles as you turn around to look at the three of them who sat there utterly confused.

Taking one last bite of your muffin, you decided you were done with the food, so you took it over to the trash can. Cesar caught your eyes on your way over, and he gave you a questioning look - he knows you’re ignoring him now by the way you rolled your eyes and quickly looked away.

He slumped down in his seat again, now even more confused. What had he done now?

As you were throwing your things away though, a cute tenth grader - named Kamery - you think approached you.

“Hey,” he says. “Y/N, right?”

“Right.”

“You going to the dance?” He asks, smiling down at you.

He was cute, you have to admit. He’s never talked to you before, but you’re kind of glad he was now. Maybe he’s just what you need to get over Cesar. 

“I am.” You smiled back.

“You in need of a date?”

You were going to answer, but before you could, Cesar did instead. When did he even -

“No. She’s got one.”

Kamery’s eyes went up with surprise, and he murmured a quick “Uh, sorry,” before walking away and back to his circle of friends.

How dare he - ooh you were ready to strangle Cesar. The first time a guy notices you, here he comes ruining it and for what? You turn around to face Cesar, who looks mad. What the hell was he mad for, you were the one who should be mad!

You crossed your arms, and again he looks down at you with that dumb confused face like he had no idea what he did wrong.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Y/N I -”  

You were gone. If you were around him any longer, you were sure to smack him in his face.

_

After you were done getting ready, you met the gang at Monse’s house. 

When you were done there and done hearing Monse complain about what she was going to wear, you, her, Olivia, and Ruby all walked to the high school only to find out the dance was canceled because someone pulled out a gun.

Jasmine was furious.

Cesar arrived and asked you what happened, but you ignored him and Ruby answered instead. He tried to get your attention multiple times, but you kept ignoring him. Who was he to scare off a guy that had nothing to do with him? Was he jealous? Is that why he was doing it? No..

“Hey, Monse!” Jasmine yelled. “Didn’t you say your dad wouldn’t be home?”

“Yeah but, -”

“Party at Monse’s!!” Someone yelled, and then everyone ran to Monse’s house dragging her along with them. 

Once everyone was there, drinks were passed around, and music shot through some speakers that were around the rooms. Jasmine dragged a worried-looking Ruby with her to a couch, Monse was arguing with some girl from your second period, and Cesar was trying to talk to you.

Before he could get to you, you grabbed the nearest boy’s hand and asked him to dance with you. He instantly obliged.

Cesar on the other hand, stopped dead in his tracks and scowled at the boy in front of him who had his hands on your hips. 

“Y/N, c’mon we need to talk.” You could hear the anger in his voice, but he had no reason to be so you just ignored him and instead continued dancing with the guy you definitely didn’t know the name of.

“Y/N.” He was impatient now, and wanted to punch this guy in his face for even thinking he could move his hands any lower….

“Yo, back off dude. She’s not interested.” The guy says, pulling you closer.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Cesar says walking towards the two of you, an enraged look on his face.

The guy let go of you and turned towards Cesar, looking just as threatening as him.

You huffed and got in the middle of them pushing Cesar away. He looked down at you and then back at the guy,

“I’m sorry.” You told him before you grabbed Cesar’s hand and led him to Monse’s room.

‘’Again!” you began. “What the hell was that?”

He looked at you - a mixture of emotions you couldn’t recognize - and then at the ground, avoiding your angry eyes.

“Well?” You asked.

“I was protecting you.” He told you, looking you in your eyes, and not away this time.

“From what?!” You practically yelled - you walked closer to him so that you were only about a foot away.

He was silent, but he wouldn’t break eye contact.

“Protecting me is not your job Cesar.” You sigh. “I’m not some damsel that you need to -”

Cesar pulled you to him with one hand, and the other rested on the side of your face. When his lips pressed to yours, he could taste nothing but your chapstick, and he felt like he might pass out. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, and when he felt you kiss him back, it was beating a million miles more. He didn’t know if it was the tension between you or the way you looked so pretty worked up that made him kiss you, but now that he was, he didn’t want to stop,

He felt so soft against you, that the warmth in itself made those butterflies rise and go into a frenzy. It seemed as though they wouldn’t calm down. When he pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck, you were sure those butterflies might just explode.

When the door creaked open, you pulled away from each other abruptly.

“Oh my God!” Jamal screamed covering his eyes.

‘Oh my God’ you thought. You just kissed Cesar!

You pushed Cesar away from you and walked past Jamal in the doorway angrily.

“Nothing happened, which means you saw nothing. Right, Jamal?”

“Right.” He squeaked.

You said goodbye to Monse, Ruby, and Olivia before leaving the house. How could you kiss Cesar? How could he kiss you? Does he know how much trouble he could get the two of you in? Nevermind the fact that Jamal saw, and everyone knows he can’t keep a secret. 

The worst part about all this was that no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you did, you didn’t regret kissing him. You just hope he didn’t either. 

No! This isn’t about him and his feelings, he shouldn’t have been playing with yours. He can’t just scare guys away from you and then just kiss you like his life depended on it out of nowhere.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from behind you, of course it was Cesar.

Again, you ignored him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

You turned around abruptly almost making him bump into you.

“For?”

“For…tonight, I don’t know!”

“Right.” You huffed, turning around to walk home.

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, catching up to you so that now he was walking beside you. “You want me to say sorry for kissing you, ‘cause I’m not. I’m not sorry for kissing you.”

“Well,” you sighed, “maybe you should be.”

“I’m not gonna lie to myself about how I feel Y/N, maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Me? Oh right, ‘cause going from flirting with me to holding to my hand, to saying you don’t wanna bone me to pushing guys away and kissing me isn’t lying or confusing at all.”

He jumps in front of you so that you were face to face and no longer walking.

“And I’m sorry for that, I just I -“ He stops talking and starts running his fingers through his hair - obviously stressed out. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for pushing those guys away and stuff, but I don’t regret kissing you, and I’m not gonna apologize for it. It wasn’t a crime.”

If and when Lorenzo finds out, it will be.

-

Later that night, Jamal called you. He told you about Rollerworld, and the clues he had so far. He also asked if you and Cesar were secretly dating or something, but you told him no, and that you never would.

All night you thought about Cesar and what his lips felt like against yours. What his hair felt like between your fingers, what his warm body felt like against yours. You laid down anxious - you were worried about running into Cesar tomorrow, and you also couldn’t stop thinking about those butterflies that seemed to awaken whenever you were around him.

_

All day at school you had managed to ignore Cesar and his perfect lips, and get Jamal to not blab about what he saw.

When you got home from school, Lorenzo was there waiting for you - which was unusual considering he was usually at Spooky’s.

“What’s up lil girl?”

“I’m not little anymore Lorenzo.”

“Damn right you not. Got puta’s lookin at you and everything.” He inhaled the smoke from his blunt. “Yeah don’t think I haven’t noticed and shit. Spooky noticed it too.”

“Yeah, well I haven’t so it’s not a problem.” You just wanted to get away from the conversation and fast before he brought up Cesar. If Spooky thinks you two are sneaking around late at night, he’s definitely told your brother.

“And when you’re gone? Where you at?”

You huff, clearly annoyed at his accusations. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific. I feel like you’re trying to hint at something when you could just straight out and say it.”

“You fucking Cesar?”

“No.” You didn’t want to have this conversation. Never again did you want to have this talk - with anyone.

“Thought about it?” He exhales the smoke.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” he asked. 

“Do you want me to fuck him or not? I’m getting mixed signals here.”

“You been going out with him a lot lately,” he pauses, “I’m just asking.”

“We never hang out alone if that’s what you’re going for. The only time we’re by ourselves is when he walks me home, and I’m sure you don’t want me out at night alone.”

_

Lorenzo pissed you off. Who was he to question you like that? He was not your father. He would have an entirely different reaction if you were the one asking him about all his hynas and one night stands. You get it to a certain extent - he’s trying to play that overprotective brother card, but you were annoyed. He made it clear by the end of the night that your relationship with Cesar should be strictly platonic, so you had no intentions of letting him know that you two had kissed. If this was his reaction to you hanging out with him, there was no way he could know about any romantic interactions.

On top of that, Lorenzo has made no attempt to hang out with you like he used to, so you had no idea why your love life was so interesting to him. You thought that after your whole dad situation, he would want to spend as much time with you as he could, but it almost seemed like he was avoiding you, and the only times he wasn’t was when he interrogated you about Cesar. 

-

Later that night, when Lorenzo left to go run errands with Spooky, Cesar called you. Surprisingly, you answered.

“You’ve been ignoring me hermosa.” 

You said nothing. 

“It’s because I kissed you.” he stated.

Again, nothing.

“Look out your window.” And you get up to do so, your heart dropping to your stomach. Would you need a taser? Would you need your brother? You opened your blinds, ready to scream, only to see Cesar smiling at you on the other side.

You push the window, open and push the blinds aside so that you could see him clearly. “What are you doing?”

“We gotta talk. Not on the phone.” Those butterflies were doing backflips in your stomach right now. He came to see you. You. A boy was outside of your window, ready to climb in, to talk to you. Your heart felt like it was pounding a million times a minute.

When he finally climbed through, he walked off over to your bed and sat down, bag of cookies in hand.

“So what do you want Cesar?”

He didn’t look at you and instead picked up your television remote.

“You wanna watch a movie?” he asks, clearly changing the subject.

Did he not hear you? Had he suddenly had a lobotomy you weren’t aware of, or he just stopped listening? Obviously because now he had turned on your tv, and was now scrolling through movies and tv shows like he lived there. You rolled your eyes in defeat, and just locked your door in case Lorenzo decided to burst in your room at any given moment although he probably wasn’t even home anyway.

Once he picked a movie and was satisfied, he took off his shoes and got even more comfortable on the side of your bed that you didn’t sleep on.

You laid next to him, eyes on the screen as well.

“So what, did you not hear me?”

“No, I heard you.”

“So what, you’re just not gonna answer me?”

And he didn’t. He didn’t answer you. Didn’t even look at you. His response seemed to be just to put the bag of cookies in between the two of you so you could reach them too. You rolled your eyes annoyed but reached for one anyway.

After about half an hour into the movie, you decided to go into the kitchen for something to drink. You asked Cesar if he wanted anything, but he said no. Once you were in the kitchen, you looked for your favorite cup, which was on the highest shelf - Lorenzo’s doing. 

You climbed on the counter to grab it, and once you had it, you just decided to sit there since the tap was right next to you anyway. Why had Cesar come over in the first place? Why didn’t he just talk to you on the phone if he was only going to ignore you anyway? 

When you were laying next to him, you hated how good it felt. How those butterflies seemed to roam freely, and how all you wanted to do was pull him closer, and kiss him like you did at the party.

But no. That’s not your reality. 

You looked up to Cesar walking in the kitchen, standing in front of you. “Remember when we first met Olivia?” he asked.

Oh, you remember. Boy, do you remember.

“And I was flirting with her? I knew you were watching. I hoped you were watching. I wished it was you. And in the grocery store - when I held your hand, that felt good, did it not? I feel something, and I know you feel it too.”

“You asked Spooky who would ever want to bone me.”

“And you told him we wouldn’t be sleeping together.”

“Yeah ‘cause they don’t want us together.”

“And the kiss? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you croak as he was closer now, and you almost couldn’t control what was coming out of your mouth.  “We’re just friends. That’s all we can be.”

You were way past that line now. What even was Cesar to you? He could never just be your friend, you knew that. You couldn’t lie to yourself - you knew those lines would be cut, torn, or crossed somehow,  but you couldn’t picture him as your boyfriend…is that even what he wanted?

He moved even closer so that now he stood in between your legs, and his hands rested on your thighs.  “Friends don’t know the way you taste.”

And he kissed you. He grabbed the sides of your face and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You did the same to him, and in the kiss laid all the anxiety you’ve been feeling, all those worries drifted away, and those lines seemed almost invisible now.

You ran your fingers through his head of hair that you’ve thought so much about, and his hands fell to your waist.

You weren’t thinking. Your brain had shut down, and now it was just you and Cesar, and the lips between you. You both were pulling at each other’s clothes and when his tongue went across your lips, you saw no reason to not let him in. As he deepened the kiss, the more heated it got. His shirt was off and -

No what were you doing? You’d get into so much trouble if your brother’s found out. And what about the gang -

You couldn’t -

But he was pulling you closer, and kissing you harder, and finally he encouraged you to wrap your legs around him so that he could carry you to your room.

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[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-First Day Out

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You stand outside the prison gates, squinting from the bright sun and leaning against Oscar’s car. Today was finally the day you have been looking forward too for so long. Cesar and you had talked about this exact day all the time when Oscar had first gotten locked up. However as the years passed Cesar didn’t want to come see his brother any more or talk to him on the phone as much. So you weren’t really surprised that he decided to back out last minute and stay behind with his friends. You got a little upset with him, but calmed down when he said he would be at the party you had planned for tonight. You had actually planned this whole day out for Oscar as you guys drive back down to Freeridge. After picking him up you guys were going to eat the greasiest food you can find, then you were going to let him stop to get a proper hair cut and shave, and lastly now that Cesar wasn’t here you were going to drive over to a rest stop just outside of town to get in the proper attention you both deserve, since you two most likely wouldn’t be alone again until after the party.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear the loud squeaking of the gates opening up, Oscar walking out in the familiar outfit that he was arrested in. You feel your heart clench, the tears already making a appearance as you run towards him.

“Finally.” You hear him sigh as you crash into him, Oscar wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face into your neck as he breaths in your familiar scent.

“Hi.” You say, your voice quivering,”You’re really here?”

“I’m here nena. I’m here.” He says pulling back to cup your face in his hands,”I’m here.” He repeats, as if at any moment this could all be a dream and he would wake up in his tiny cell again,”Kiss me.” He softly demands, pressing your lips to his with so much passion and fire. You stand on your tiptoes and tug him closer to you as you return the kiss. It seems as if time has slowed down, the small act of affection in reality only lasting a minute at the latest,”Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He says and pulls you toward his car,”My other baby.” Oscar whistles as he walks around the car,”Let me see the keys mami.”

You giggle and pull out the keys from your pocket before tossing them to him, Oscar catching them with ease,”You better get use to how clingy I’m going to be for the next few days.” You warn him after you slide into the car, presses up next to him.

“Please be clingy.” Oscar grins and places his arm behind you, putting the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the lot.

“What do you want to eat papi? I know you’ve been thinking about it.” You ask a few minutes into the drive.

“Damn you do know me better than I thought.” He chuckles as he drives down the long dirt road and off of the prison property completely,”I want a big bowl of birria and a quesadilla con queso y pastor along with a michelada. I’ve had this fucking meal in my head for the past few days now.” He admits, his stomach rumbling on cue.

You laugh and nod in agreement,”Okay, I’m sure we can find that.” You tell him, which turned out to be right. Twenty minutes later you guys sat inside a packed, run down restaurant, already having ordered as little old Mexican lady’s run around, trying to get everything in check.

“The more run down the better the food.” Oscar says as he grabs a chip, drawing it in the green salsa before he eats it in one bite,”So are you going to tell me why Cesar isn’t with us? Or are we just avoiding that?” Oscar asks curiously, not upset per say, well at least not with you.

“He’ll be at the party tonight papi. I think he was just nervous plus he’s not the same little boy he was. He’s older and more wise. He likes to hang out with his friends and go out to do stupid teenager shit with them. I think he’s even seeing some girl. I may or may not have heard him in his room a few months ago.” You shudder at the memory,”So its not you, it’s literally him. We’re not even that close anymore.” You exaggerate just a bit, Cesar was changing but you guys still talked and hung out as if you two were the siblings. You weren’t going to tell that to Oscar though. The truth was Cesar had just grown pissed at the fact that Oscar got sent to prison. He didn’t understand how Oscar can even be involved with a gang. You tried to explain and reason with him but gave up after a while. This was something the two of them would have to resolve on their own.

Oscar takes in your words, sighing in agreement,”I just miss his ass, I was hoping he would be here.” He shrugs, playing it off as he puts another chip in his mouth.

“Hey, I’m here.” You smile and lightly kick his leg under the table,”Besides it’s a good thing he didn’t come.” You wink playfully, blowing a kiss his way.

“Don’t.” Oscar groans and clenches his jaw,”You can’t talk to me like that right now mami. It’s been too fucking long and my hand wasn’t worth a shit in the pen.”

You giggle and reach for a chip yourself,”I’m sorry. I’ll be on my best behavior.” You joke and eat the salty fried tortilla before taking a drink of your limonada.

“We can save all that shit for later. Trust me.” Oscar informs with a shake of his head before taking a drink from his spicy flavored beer.

“Okay.” You say simply. You knew where he was coming from, you had went with out his touch as long as he has gone without yours. You can’t help but stare at him as he drinks and eats, you had missed this so much. You and Oscar were notorious for stuffing your guys faces everyday. You didn’t just miss that obviously, you missed every single thing.

You guys talk about the future, a small hand touch here and there, before the mass amount of food you two had ordered is being placed down on the table.

“Gracias.” Oscar tells the waiter, you offering a smile instead,”I don’t know where to start.”

“I do.” You sing as you reach for a taco de barbacoa. Taking half of it in one bite.

“Fat ass.” Oscar jokes as he leans over to wipe the side of your mouth.

“Yeah? Look who’s talking. I thought prison was suppose to make your swole not get a gut.” You joke, in all honestly he did get more fit, but you weren’t about to boost his ego.

“Chill mamas. I’m just playing with you.” Oscar chuckles, grabbing a quesadilla and dipping it in the soup before taking a bite. His eyes shutting as he savors something other than prison food for the first time,”Damn.” He mumbles in between bites. You smile as you see him enjoy his meal, something you take for granted out here in the free world.

“I’m glad you like it papi.” You tell him, grabbing something else to try.

~

After getting stuffed and paying for the food you decide to let Oscar drive a bit more closer to home before pulling over for a haircut.

Now you didn’t want to exactly sit in a barbershop and watch Oscar get his hair lined up and shaved, if this was any other day you would have told him to go by himself. However, if there was one thing he talked about missing more than you and Cesar it would be a getting a proper haircut. So as Oscar sits in the chair, giddy like a little boy you can’t help but be excited that you are even able to be here with him.

After you pay for the haircut, Oscar not liking that but not really having a choice, you to get back in the car to head the rest of the way to Freeridge.

“Damn papi. You look good.” You say, leaning over to kiss his cheek, Oscar’s grin wide as he drives. Already feeling like a brand new man.

~

“Can we stop over at lookout point?” You ask,”I have a surprise.”

“I thought the surprise was at the house.” Oscar says knowingly.

“Oh my good! Who told you? Was it sad eyes? Don’t even answer that, I know it was his stupid ass.” You groan

“Yeah, it was him. He spilled that info like a week ago, but I figured you would be throwing one anyway.” Oscar laughs

“Fine, there is a party but it’s not until later. So just listen and drive because I don’t want to have to share your attention just yet.” You pout

“I’ll do whatever you want nena.” Oscar says as he takes the exit, driving a few miles down the road until he pulls to a stop just feet away from the cliff. The other parking spaces empty just like they usually are.

As soon as he takes his hands off the steering wheel your climbing over and straddling him, your lips finding his with ease. Oscar responds quickly and wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss as he forces his tongue into your mouth.

You don’t know why but a few minutes in to the heated make out session you become overwhelmed with emotions,”I’m sorry.” You say and pull back from Oscar, covering your face as you begin to cry,”I don’t know why I’m crying.” You tell him a dry laugh escaping after embarrassingly. Oscar gently grabs your hands and pulls them away, looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Talk to me mami.” He tells you as you take a deep shaky breath.

“I’m just really happy.” You reply as you use your fingers to wipe under your eyes,”These last four years I felt like a piece of me was missing and now your back and I feel complete. It’s stupid I know, I didn’t mean to kill the mood and be such a cry baby.”

“Aye, it’s not stupid Y/N. I put you through four years of heartbreak. I know that baby. Every time you came to visit me I could seen the pain in your eyes even though you tried to hide it behind a smile. I can never repay you for all that you did while I was away. That’s why you’re my forever, mi corazón.(my heart)” Oscar says, each word more powerful than the last,”I know you’re to good for me. You can object all you want but we both know it’s true. You deserve someone who can put you in a mansion and spoil you like the reina(queen) that you are. Yet you put up with me and stayed by my side through my whole prison sentence along with taking care of my little brother. That’s why I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. So cry mami, get it all out right now because after today I don’t want to see tears come from your eyes that are caused by me.”

“I’m always going to stay by your side. No matter what because to me you’re always going to be good enough for me. Better than good enough. You’re my perfect half Oscar Diaz.” You say, blinking back the last few tears,”I’ll love you forever.”

“Yo también te quiero.”

~

The drive back to the house was quick and silent. Oscar holding your hand with his as you looked out the window enjoying the peacefulness. You couldn’t wait for more nights like this. Driving around with Oscar, the music blasting and the windows rolled down as you scream you heart out to the lyrics.

“Looks like they wasted no time in getting the party started.” Oscar says pulling into the driveway. The yard filled with people,loud music coming from both inside and outside.

“They never do.” You laugh and open up the car door to get out. Members of Los Santos instantly coming over to greet ‘Spooky’ in hugs and handshakes. You follow behind, letting the spotlight be on him for a while before you grab his arm,”Go hang out, I’ll bring you a drink.” You tell him, Oscar nodding and giving you a peck before getting dragged away. You try and spot Cesar but to no avail. You send him a quick text before heading into the crowded house to grab him a cold drink.

You smile at a few familiar faces in your search for Oscar, going over when you spot him sitting down outside on the couch that desperately needed to be thrown out,”Here you go.” You tell him as you squeeze your self down in between him and sad eyes,”Move it.” You joke with the tall skinny gang banger as you hand Oscar the cold can.

“Aye he’s my boyfriend too or did you forget?” He smirks, nudging your arm.

“Oh yeah? I’m sure your hyna would love to hear that.” You say amusingly, his blonde headed girlfriend a mere few feet away dancing with some other girls,”Surprised she stayed with you this long.” You tease, remembering her from a few weeks ago at the graduation party that was held. Sad eyes forcing you to tag along.

“Aye the hynas love me, she knows she’s going to have to share. Spooky included.” He says and pops his chest out as you scoff in disgust.

“Yeah fool? Well it looks like you may have some competition. Does the sharing rule apply to her too?” Oscar tells him and nods over to some guy that was trying to chat up his girl. Sad eyes gets up with a vengeance and heads over to deal with the problem, you and Oscar laughing at the scene.

“Enjoying your party so far?” You ask and lean your head on his shoulder.

“I am.” He reply’s and takes a drink of his beer,”Thought you said Cesar would be here?”

“I texted him. He probably fell asleep at Ruby’s. He told me he was going to show up, I don’t think he would intentionally bail.” You tell him reassuringly, not believing your own words,”I’m sure he’ll show up.”

“He better.” Oscar huffs

“Well...in the meantime how about a dance?” You ask, trying to play off the situation as you jump to your feet and grab Oscar’s free hand. He takes it and stands up letting you lead him more into the yard as some reggae song begins to play. You spin around and press your backside to Oscar, moving to beat of the song as Oscar grabs your hips and grinds against you while taking the occasional sip of his drink. Near the end of it he hugs you from behind, the two of you still dancing against each other as you turn your head to kiss him feverishly.

“Spooky come smoke!” You hear someone yell, causing you to stop your actions with a sigh.

“Go.” You smile against his lips,”I know you want too.”

“You’ll have all my attention tonight mamacita.” Oscar says seriously before walking away. You let him actually have some time with his friends as you head back in and sit with some of the other girlfriends that you were closer with. All of them bringing up how they were so happy for you and what they would do in your situation. You could only take about twenty minutes of the constant chit chat before excusing yourself and heading into the bedroom that you’ve had to sleep alone in for many nights. You lay back on the bed and kick off your shoes, pulling your phone out when you feel it buzzing, Cesars face popping up on your screen.

“Where are you?” You ask

“I’m walking home now. I just wanted to chill with my friends a little longer Y/N. Now that Oscar’s home I probably won’t get to do that any more.” He replies

“What are you talking about? What does him being home have to do with your friends.” You ask with a raised eyebrow, confusion laced in your tone.

“I’m going to just end up getting jumped into the gang, it’s inevitable and you know it. I don’t want to drag my friends into that lifestyle.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting strange? You think Oscar’s going to make you join Los Santos? Are you kidding me Cesar? He wouldn’t do that. If he even tried I would personally kill him. How did you even come up with that idea?” You ask him, obviously you loved your boyfriend but the gang life was not something you would want for Cesar.

“It’s life Y/N. It’s my destiny.” Unknown to you in just 6 weeks Cesar would in fact be getting jumped in.

“It’s not destiny, ugh look just hurry and get home. You don’t need to think about your brother like that , me and you will have a talk later. He wants to see you Cesar, he’s been stuck in a cell for four years so don’t come here and say any smart remarks about Los Santos or whatever you have in your head.” You warn him,”It’s suppose to be a happy day, so be happy.”

“Fine Y/N. I’ll be cool.” You hear him sigh in defeat.

“Good. Hurry up, you know it’s not safe to be walking the streets at night by yourself.” You tell him before hanging the phone up and flopping back down on the bed.

“That’s why he’s been so distant the past few years?” You hear a voice come from the door way.

“I guess...I knew it had to do something with you and the gang but not to that extent.” You say admittedly, turning around on the bed to face your boyfriend,”It makes sense for him to think like that Oscar you can’t really be upset.”

“Still, he didn’t have to pull away from me. We could have talked about that shit. If he really doesn’t want to be a part of Los Santos of course I’d back him up. He just wouldn’t be able to run to me or my homies if he ever gets into trouble. And trouble is always stirring up.”

“Well then he can run to me.” You shrug,”And then I’ll run to you and you love me to much to not help.” You smile and stand up,”Let’s go enjoy the rest of your party. He should be here any minute anyway.” You say not wanting to talk about any of this right now.

“Aight, fine.” He gives in and takes your hand to head back out to the front yard, letting you slide your shoes on first. He takes his seat once more, this time pulling you into his lap. He lights up a cigarette and makes conversation with the Santo next to him as you zone in and out of the conversation not really interested in what the Prophets had going on.

“Mano!” You hear Cesar call out as he walks up the drive. You smile and slide your self onto the arm rest so Oscar can get up to properly greet his little brother.

“Look at you fool! Finally hit puberty and shit.” Oscar says and pulls him into a hug, talking into his ear as they hold each other for a few moments. Probably saying that they would sit down and talk tomorrow about everything. They slowly release each other, the both of them joining you on the couch.

“Thanks for not bailing...you’re gonna be on clean up duty for getting here so late.” You tell Cesar quietly, who reluctantly agrees, before turning your attention back to Oscar for the remainder of the party, smiling as Cesar plays nice and actually talks to Oscar about what he’s been up.

~

“Have fun!” You call out to the younger brother who held a trash bag in his hand, picking up all the garbage that had formed, at least sad eyes offered his help so Cesar wasn’t completely alone,”Because we sure are.” You say softly to Oscar as you practically

drag him into the bedroom and slam the door.

“Side note, not on birth control anymore so make sure you pull out.” You tell him as the two of you quickly undress, not wanting to waste anytime.

“That’s okay with me.” He answers, grabbing you as soon as every article of clothes was gone and on the floor,”Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long.” He groans, grabbing a handful of your ass, tossing you on the bed after.

“Me too.” You say as you meet his gaze, sitting up on your elbows and waiting for his next move.

Oscar grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed causing you to yelp in surprise. He kisses up your leg, getting to your thigh and beginning to leave a love bite,”Ah fuck.” You say and grab onto his head, the skin getting sensitive when he does it for a little to long.

“Sorry mamas.” Oscar chuckles and looks back at the large bruise in delight, moving to you other thigh to repeat the process.

You bite down on your lower lip and grip the bed sheets,”Fuck Oscar!” You squeak,”Enough papi.” You say as you take deep breaths, your thighs in pleasurable pain.

“I can’t help it, I just want to mark you up and let everybody know that I’m back.” He admits as he bends your right leg up,”Let me make it up to you.” You nod eagerly in agreement and look down at him as he inches closer to your throbbing core.

As soon as you feel his tongue on you, your head gets thrown back and your eyes squeeze shut. Small moans coming from you,”Yes papi.” You manage to get out, when he focuses on your clit, he hums against you and stays in position.

It only takes a few more minutes before you’re a crying mess underneath him, your first orgasm that hasn’t been caused by your fingers, intense and overwhelming. Oscar makes his way up your body, letting you taste yourself when he gets back up to your lips.

“All nighter?” Mumbles against your mouth

“All nighter.” You agree, the both of you taking turns and bringing each other’s body’s to multiple highs.

~

“Suns nearly up.” Oscar mentions a few hours later as he lays in bed next to you, the sheets low on his hip and a joint in his hand.

“Good. We can lay in bed all day, yeah?” You yawn, cuddled up to his side.

“Definitely.” He says, blowing out smoke simultaneously

“I’m kind of scared to go to sleep.” You tell him as you let your eyes close tiredly.

“Why’s that mami?”

“Just feel like I’m going to wake up and yesterday will be all a dream.” You laugh softly at the thought, getting drowsier as the seconds tick by.

“I feel the same.” He tells you with a yawn of his own, reaching over to place the joint in the ashtray,”But it won’t be. I’m home, right where I belong.” He says and turns on his side to spoon you.

“Hmh, home.” You smile lazily, dozing off completely in his arms. Oscar places a kiss to your head before burying his face in your hair. He knew that no matter what life threw at him he was never letting himself go back to prison. He couldn’t leave you or Cesar again, before being pulled into the best sleep he’s had in a while he made that promise to himself. A promise in which he intended to keep.

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Master List

On My Block

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

From One Night to Forever

House Party

Carnival

The Day After

Una Sorpresa

Reunion

NSFW Alphabet

Sneaky Link

Sad Eyes

Jealous

Secrets

Secrets Part 2

New Girl in Town

Ruby and Jasmin

First Date

Harry Styles

Flashing Lights

Henry Cavill