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Master list?

Unfortunately not yet

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the trouble with writing is that it’s literally always easier to just lie facedown on your floor and make inarticulate noises

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Blue lives don’t exist

There is a difference between a career and an ethnicity

Being a police officer is a choice, being black is not. Stop comparing them.

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

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

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

161.  “Not in public!”

195. “You’re a pervert.”

199. “Beg.”

211. “Do that again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby, go the fuck to sleep.”

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

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

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

“What’s keeping you up?”

“Can’t stop thinking.”

“About...?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were met with silence.

“Come on,” you now whined.

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

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

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

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

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

“Beg.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You questioned, mirroring his expression.

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

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

“We got no condoms left,” He huffed.

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

Oscar threw the empty box across the room in annoyance.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, I’ll go by myself.”

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

He looked at the clock.

2:01.

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

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Saving for a reference :)

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

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Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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“dude” but like romantically

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Pairing: J.J Maybank

Rating: TV-14

Warning: Curses; Violence

A/N: If you’re in a relationship and your partner hits you and/or calls you names please leave the relationship and get help if needed.

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“Where the fuck were you yesterday?” You growled angrily. You weren’t the type to swear and yell at people, in fact, you cringed when others around you did so, but at the moment you were less than pleased.

 Actually, no, you were fucking pissed.

Opening the front door of John B’s house, J.J rolled his eyes obviously not in the mood for an argument, “Calm down, Y/N, I was out.” He shrugged his shoulders carelessly, acting as though he didn’t give a shit.

He most likely didn’t which is what made you angrier.

Lately, you and J.J have been on the rocks lately. It seems like the two of you couldn’t have a conversation without it turning into an argument. Today was no different. 

“Where exactly?”

J.J sighed heavily grabbing a stray beer, “Look, baby, I really don’t want to start a fight with you right now. I’m tired.”

“Are you serious? You’re not going to explain where you were? You have nothing to say for yourself? Seriously J.J?” He sighed, knowing full well he wasn’t going to get out of this without an argument. And the last thing he wanted right now was to argue with you.

 “Lately you’ve been so secretive! You disappear for days on end and expect me to be fine with that?”

J.J rubbed the temples of his forehead, “I never said that. Calm the fuck down.”

“Are you cheating on me?” You asked in a choked voice. “Are you getting bored with me, because if you are all you had to do was say something instead of going behind my back and-”

“How fucking dare you!” In all honesty, J.J has never been this hurt in all his years. Not even when his dad almost beat the life out of him with his bare hands, that didn’t even compare to this moment. He took the wrist of your left hand with a gorilla-like grip. You winced. You had never seen him look this angry in all the months you’ve been in a relationship with him.

His yell startled you making you take a step back out of reflex. His hand was still firm on your wrist. Your fights had never escalated to anything violent, but there have been some close calls.

“You’re talking about me? How about you miss perfect? Huh? Where were you last week Thursday?!” J.J asked accusingly. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” You growled, your voice was raised. You knew you should probably drop the argument and stop this fight, but you couldn’t at this point.

“Last Thursday. Don’t play dumb. Kiera said she saw you with Rafe.” J.J glared, his voice dripping with jealously, “Didn’t know you were such a whore.”

“Oh? I’m a fucking whore now? How could you say that?!” You stared in his eyes trying to see if he had any sort of sympathy. You were obviously hurt from his choice of words.

J.J scoffed, “Cut the whole victim act. We both know you’d spread your legs for anyone.” His grip on your wrist became tighter, “Don’t even try to pretend you’re some sort of fucking angel. You slept with Rafe, we both know it.”

“And what if I did? What then J.J? What if I did let Rafe fuck me? What are you going to do about it? Nothing! Besides, he was a lot better than you ever were. You son of a-”

He slapped you before he even thought about it. You held your cheek in pure shock. By the time you brought your eyes to his tears were already running down your face.

J.J’s eyes immediately widened, realization of what he just did washed over him. He wasn’t the type to resort to violence to fix things with those he cared about, especially with you. How could he? It would only make him more like his father.

“Y/N...” He started.

Without thinking you shoved him away from you, “I’m not your fucking punching bag!” You yelled, tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-”

You began to sob and sob. He wasn’t drunk, that was maybe what scared you most. Sure, J.J had a tendency to become violent when he drank, but even so, he was never violent towards you. You never expected him to hit you, sober nonetheless. 

J.J balanced on the heels of his feet. He obviously felt bad. This was the last thing he wanted to do to you, “I don’t know what to say right now.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?!” You spat out.

He ran his hand through his head of hair, “of course not, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry Y/N. You know I didn’t mean to hit you. I was angry. You said you slept with Raf-”

“I didn’t mean it! I don’t know why the fuck I said that. I didn’t sleep with him, J.J. I’m sorry.”

J.J sighed. He was exhausted, stressed, and slightly angry if he was being completely honest, “You still said it. Why would you even say-?”

“Are you really going to try to shove the blame on me? After you just fucking slapped me?” You retorted, “Besides you have yet to explain where you were yesterday.”

“Does it matter?”

“It does, actually! Where were you?”

He bore his eyes into your own, refusing to answer the question.

Wiping your face with your shirt sleeve you sighed, steadying your voice,“I think we should take a break.”

“What?” J.J asked, looking shocked.

“I think we need to not see each other for a while,” you decided. You nodded making your choice, "It’s for the best. We obviously don’t trust each other and lately, all we do is argue.” 

Your statement was followed by absolute silence as the two of you stared at each other. You both wanted the other to wrap their arms around them.

“I should- I should go,” you mumbled and turned to start walking out. J.J tried to follow you out but you gently pushed at his chest. “No. Just stay here. I’ll see you around.”

You all but sprinted out the door. J.J stared at the door before swearing as loud as he could. He threw the beer he was holding across the room. Immediately after the tears fell.

He crouched down to the floor, tugging the roots of his hair, "Why the fuck did I do that?"

He regretted hitting you, all he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and say a million apologies. He loved you so much and now he has potentially ruined your relationship together. 

J.J had a reason for his secrecy, but he couldn’t tell you, not now at least.

He reached to his pant pocket and with shaky hands pulled out a beautiful, diamond ring. The best he could afford with the money he has been saving up from odd jobs. He broke down in a sob.

“I’m such a fuck-up."

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What the f*ck is less than “matters”? “Black lives exist,” can we say that?

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Riots

Never

Solved

Anything

Except for: independence, voting rights, LGBT rights, and civil rights.

“A riot is the language of the unheard” - Dr Martin Luther King Jr.

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The "very good people" were openly White Nationalists with assault weapons, SCREAMING AT AND PUSHING authorities while protesting a lockdown put in place for their safety and others (but lbr, as Gretch said, they were really political rallies) inside capitol buildings. The "thugs" were unarmed mostly black people protesting the shooting murders of other unarmed black people, who were peacefully protesting before, ironically and predictably, every protest was escalated by POLICE VIOLENCE.

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Could you do more on my block imagines? Cus ur writing is the absolute BEST. I love it!!!! Please, don't ever stop writing.

💕You're the sweetest! <3

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Hi I just wanna ask if you still writing omb spooky ? Really love you scenarios🎉💕

Awww, thank you! Yes, I still write for omb. I have a bunch of Spooky scenarios in my draft, but with somethings going on in my life I don't feel motivated to post or write as much as I used to. I feel guilty with the amount of requests I have unanswered, so I'll try to start writing those out. More writing is coming hopefully though! :)

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Holaaa, omg I love your writing an was wondering if I could request a spooky Diaz imagine? 175 & 185 from your prompt list. Female reader, thank you so much xx

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Rating: TV-14

Warnings: Implied smut, nudes, nsfw-ish writing

175.  “You saved my nudes?!”

185. “This ass? Belongs to me”

sorry this took so long…

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Oscar scrolled mindlessly through his phone, reading various things he probably wasn’t going to remember in a couple minutes, as he waited for you to come back to his place. He was bored and not in a very good mood, he hadn’t seen you in hours and weren’t replying to his texts.

You’d blown him off to hang out with some of your friends, which made jealous boil furiously inside him. It was bad enough that you had canceled plans on him, but you were hanging out with some stupid putas he didn’t even like. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend, and he didn’t want to seem clingy, but he just wanted to spend time with his princesa.

Suddenly a vibration and a soft bell alert snapped him out of his senses. He kissed his teeth. About fucking time. He opened his messages, tapping on what you had just sent him before opening his mouth slightly surprised.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, almost inaudibly. His heart paused for a second before resuming at a starter pace. He felt a tightness in his pants from looking at the absolute sin that graced his phone screen.

It was a full-length mirror picture of you posing in a new lingerie. Oscar rolled his eyes at the smirk that spread on your features. The lingerie was wine red and didn’t leave much to the imagination, which he prefers, it must’ve been a size too small for you because your breasts were bulging out of the cups, barely covered by the thin material.

“God, baby…” Oscar groaned, placing his hands on his groin area, touching himself. His mind wondering to unpure thoughts.

You were such a fucking tease, an absolutely stunning fucking tease.

Another alert rang on his phone to show another picture of you in a different lingerie. This set was pure black and very laced. The straps of the lingerie fell down your shoulders. He zoomed in to your chest, seeing how the lingerie made your breasts even sexier, he was almost certain he could see the outline of your erect nipples.

You were giving him an innocent look, but he knew you were the exact opposite. You knew what you were doing to him, and he knew you were enjoying every passing second.

Oscar shuffled uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, trying to shift his weight so his boxers weren’t straining against his growing erection, his eyes trailed your body up and down taking note of how the lingerie sharpens your curves.

Oscar saved both pictures to his gallery, planning to use it for future stress relief.

A texted flashed from you that read, ‘you saved my nudes, didn’t you? did you like what you saw?”

‘I fucking loved it’ Oscar replied, his erection straining through his boxers, ‘come home right now’

You didn’t bother giving him a reply wanting him to squirm a little.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Oscar’s house, not bothering to knock, you let yourself in, entering his room before slamming the door shut.

“Hey, Baby-” You almost sang out before being engulfed in his arms, you hummed as he grinded on you.

“You’re fucking needy today, aren’t you?” You pointed out, enjoying this attention he was pouring all over you.

“Can you fucking blame me? You ditched me to hang out with your dumbass friends and then you send those naughty pictures.” He growled into your ear.

“Oh, those pictures? I thought you might like that-” You smirked coyly.

Oscar recoiled in annoyance as he glared back at you, “Don’t test me princesa…”

You kissed slowly him in compliance, giving him what you both wanted. You ran your hands up and down his chest, loving the moan you got in response.

You squealed in surprise when his hands slithered down to your ass.

Oscar pulled away from the kiss, “ As much as I loved the pictures I prefer the real thing…” He squeezed your ass to empathize the point, “This ass belongs to me.”

Before you knew it you were tossed on the bed directly under him ready for him to take you…

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hello! are you comfortable with writing male!reader imagines? i have a spooky request in mind but wanted to ask first just in case. thank you!

I’m sorry but I don’t write for male readers... No offense to you or anyone else, if by chance this reply might be taken to offense.

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Homecoming| O. Diaz

Requests: 79 for omb spooky plz? I was thinking maybe the reader sees him for the first time after he gets home from prison

Hope this meets your expectations and sorry for the long wait!!!

79.  “I missed your dumb smile”

2nd person; you pronouns

Rating: TV-14

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

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Slow tunes played through a speaker that was placed promptly on the kitchen counter top. You inhaled the smell of the spicy sauce you were making on the pan. You increased the heat to quicken the cooking process before checking the time of your watch.

Oscar would be coming home any minute now, and you couldn’t wait to see him. Everything was perfect for his arrival, a dark purple cloth placed to cover the table and on top of that was a single candle accompanied by the fanciest wine you could find.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Oscar had a meal together, so there was no better time to have one than his homecoming.

Your ears perked up as you heard the front door open, you turned off the fire, bringing your cooking to a pause.

Grinning, you raced towards the door and jumped towards your boyfriend, “Oscar,” you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You admired his face, tracing your fingertips on the new scar that stretched from his jaw to his cheek.

You smiled as he scattered kisses on your face before planting a deep one on your mouth.

He pulled back and murmured gruffly, “I’ve missed you princesa...”

“Me too baby.” You couldn’t stop the smile that was stretching on your face, linking your arms around his neck. He looked different, his face was certainly more roughed up since you had last seen him, and he looked tired.

“I’ve missed your dumb smile,” Oscar whispered in your ear, pressing his lips to yours once more. You tried to keep up with his rough kiss as his tongue licked your closed lips silently begging for entrance. You felt his hands trail dangerously down south, giving your ass a tight squeeze before pushing his fingers under the waistband of your pants.

“I’ve missed your body...” He whispered against your neck.

You felt something firm against your thigh and you moved your hands to his chest to shove him off you, “What the hell?!” You were in slight shock at his brash movements. You hadn’t seen him in months and this is how he wanted to make up for lost time. Besides, you had spent all day cooking and just wanted to sit and dine with him.

“C’mon, mamasita, I think you know what I’m doing,” His lips curved into a smile as he touches crouch, “Vamos a la cama quiero tocarte.” He tried to pull you back into a kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest to hold him back.

You inhaled deeply and mildly squinted at him for a few seconds. Your nostrils were flaring.

It bad enough that he keeps getting locked up, but that when he’s finally out all he wants is sex.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your voice sounded angry but it was laced with hurt, “I spent ages cooking all this today to try to surprise you and all you care about is sex.”

“Baby, if that’s what you’re worried about we can just heat it up...” Oscar tried to move closer to you but you backed away out of his reach.

You huffed and cocked your hip to the right, giving him about ten seconds to think of a better response before you slapped the shit out of him.

“It’s not that, mami. I’ve just missed you and I haven’t seen you in a while-” Oscar sighed, scratching his bare head.

“Oh, so that means we have to have sex? We can’t sit down and enjoy a meal together just this once.” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“I didn’t fucking say that,” Oscar barked, he was getting more frustrated, he hadn’t seen you in forever, and he was sexually frustrated, he needed you more than anything. “I’ve been locked up for months, I can’t remember the last time-”

"So that means we should have sex?” You cut him off, you were getting more frustrated now, was that all he cared about?

“Can’t we just sit down together and enjoy a meal?”

Oscar growled his frustration getting the better of him, “Oh, come on, Y/N! Don’t be so goddamn sensitive!”

You blinked shocked but ready to give him the same anger he directed at you, “You can’t even realize when people are doing something nice for you! Just shut up you good for nothing Santos!”

“Don’t be such stupid hyna and maybe I fucking will!”

“Get the hell out of here, Oscar. I wish your ass was still in prison!” Your voice was crestfallen as you looked towards the ground, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall as they pricked the corners of your eyes.

Oscar felt guilty as he looked at your dejected figure, he’d completely ignored the argument you had moments prior and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his scent. Your hands clung to his jacket as you attempted to steady your breathing so you wouldn’t burst into tears.

“You just got here, and we’re already arguing. It’s like you never left.” You chided.

Oscar chuckled slightly rubbing circles on your back.

“M'sorry.” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your forehead as he held you close to him, “I didn’t mean to ignore everything you’d done today. It smells amazing. Is that ceviche? You know the juice does all the cooking?” 

You smiled slightly, leading him to the kitchen, “Let’s just have dinner, and after we can go to bed-” You pulled away from his grasp to look up at him with your best bedroom eyes to show all was forgiven.

Oscar chuckled and squeezed your ass, “Of coarse mamasita.”

Dinner was good, but he sure as hell was ready for dessert.

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Half Past Five| B. Hargrove

Rating: TV-14

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Make-out, implied smut, slight smut, slight angst, friends with beneifits

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“God, princess...” Billy breathed out, his lips feverishly making love bites on your neck and jawline. He wrapped his hands around your waist, gripping your ass as he pushed you against the wall. You moaned in delight, melting at his touch and warm lips.

Almost every day, at exactly half-past five, Billy Hargrove can be found in your bedroom making love to you. At exactly half-past five you were the only thing on his mind. The only thing he needed, the only thing he wanted.

Billy grunted between each rough and sloppy kiss. His hands making their way up your shirt. You kneaded your hand into his curly locks, tugging on it, only satisfied when you heard a moan from him. A deep animalistic growl rumbled from the back of Billy’s throat, as you tugged harder.

At this time and this time only, you would forget anything and everything that wasn’t Billy. He was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of. It was the only time you could call him yours.

“Billy! I need you now!” You blurted out, your lust taking the best of you. He smirked and pushed you onto the bed sheet. Completely and utterly ready for him.

Soon you were a tangle of limbs...

Friends with benefits, that’s what your relationship was, nothing more nothing less. But you couldn’t help how you felt, you craved for more.

That’s not to say that the ‘benefits’ aspect of your relationship wasn’t great—it was, but you were always left wanting more; wanting more than just meetings like this. You longed to lie in bed with Billy’s muscular arms wrapped around your figure. For him to play with your hair until you both fall asleep together, and then to wake up and kiss him gently.

But Billy never stayed to cuddle.

Thirty minutes passed and you were laying on your side. Billy was putting on his clothes while trying to balance a cigarette in his mouth.

You looked at the clock and frowned. Six. That’s the time when Billy goes as if the moments that two of you shared prior didn’t matter.

An aching pain attacks your heart, you were falling very hard for your friend with benefits and you hated it. You knew the feelings weren’t mutual and that you would lose what little you had with Billy, he made it very clear when this first started that it would be strictly sex.

But you could never help the lingering thoughts of him when he left or the way your heart fluttered at the sight of him at school. So you suffered in silence, burdened with the desire of wanting more while at the same time loving every second you had with Billy.

He leaned over to you pulled your hair behind his ear before pressing a kiss on your cheek, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

As soon as he left the tears fell.

You looked at your digital clock, the time illuminating on the small box. It was precisely six ‘o five you were probably the last thing on Billy Hargrove’s mind.

You weren’t anything special to him. For all you know he probably left to be with some other girl. You meant nothing to him. He only calls you when he’s horny or stressed. He only sees you when he wants to fuck.

He only wants sex without the emotional baggage of a relationship. Only during the act itself will he recognize you as his “partner.” 

You sigh, getting caught in your feelings,

The only thing you can do is wait until tomorrow. 

Until it’s half-past five.