#spooky x reader

[stvolanis]

oh nothinggg, just thinking about Spooky x Bimbo! Reader

god, Spooky can’t stand you. always wearing those shorts—the ones that your ass cheeks hang out in. running around with your flimsy tube tops, nipples peeking through. Somehow being mixed into his brothers friend group, but not being involved in their messes. You were kinda just the friend they kept around cause your daddy sells weed to the people in Brentwood, so they got major discounts! but of course they loved you.

god, the amount of times he’s gotten a flash of the thin little hot pink thong straps you wear—or when you bend over to pick up something right in front of him; he thinks you’re doing it on purpose at this point! So he’s puzzled when you stand back up and whip around with an oblivious smile and innocent look in your eyes. He always has to do the thinking for you cause your silly brain can’t really comprehend what’s going on with the freakin roller world money your friends keep blabbering about that spooky wasn’t supposed to know about! Too bad, you already told him when you were mindlessly yapping about your day!

he would totally say something like, “didn’t know I was gettin a free show, baby.” After he walked in on your trying to shimmy off your skin tight, mid thigh dress. You blushed and weakly tried to shove him out of the room, only in your panties and matching bra. But it was like pushing a brick wall, and the way your clothed breasts pressed against him had him going crazy! So he felt like his body acted on its own when he grabbed the flesh of your ass with one hand, and your throat with the other.

He inhaled your scent, muttering a string of profanities in his mother tongue as he kissed the side of your jaw. “Been tempting me too much lately, cariño. M’only a man at the end of the day.” He breathed against you, watching the way your shorter body trembled under his touch. “I have needs. N’ it’s your job to take care of them like I always take care of you, ma.”

so of course as soon as he said that, his hand harshly pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to him. He pinched one of your nipples, pulling it a little before releasing. Soon, your knees collided with the hard wood beneath you’d, and his cock was slapping against your cheek, leaving a trail of his sticky pre-cum. “S’right, niña. Put that pretty mouth to better use.” He smirked—that fucking smirk. The one that made you week in the knees.

You knew you were done for.

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[nor-4]

"Yer too loud amor" oscar groans as he slam his hands to your mouth preventing any moans from escaping you.

He keeps on hitting your sweet spots as he grips your hips for support, it's too much for you the way he is kissing your cervix, the way his arms flexes as his hands grips your mouth not too tight to crush you but not to gentle and the way he whispers you some dirty talks makes you want to scream his name.

Why is he stopping you from making a noise when the skin slapping is already an evidence of oscar making everyone in the room know that you are only his and he is yours.

[marleyybluu]

Another Man's Treasure

Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 6.8k (I am so sorry lmao)

Warnings: 18+, shitty husband, smut, p in v, unprotected (but pls don't be this stupid), creampie, dirty talk, cheating (but is it really if your husband is an ass), flirting, fluff, love at first sight type shit, Spanish/English pet names (pretty lady, hermosa, cariño), limited use of y/n(I literally used it once) idk lmk if I missed any.

(I only mention the first song but the other two are more for the… spicy scene😏)

——

The only escape from reality you had was the small moments of disassociation you had between the screaming of your children and the-

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The shouting of your overgrown child of a husband playing his stupid games on his stupid PS5 that you wanted to set on fucking fire. This is not the life you pictured as a stay-at-home mom, yes the piles of dirty laundry were expected, and the mountainous dishes in the sink but you never predicted you'd be doing this alone. Your own mother stayed at home with you and your two brothers but your dad would still help her around the house so that she got the time to kick her feet up and relax.

You never got that.

You were living with this dark cloud over your head and deep regrets in your mind, why did you marry this man? You did think he was the love of your life, three years together before you got married proved your theory but never did you think it was going to end up like this. The amount of work you did was overwhelming, just one look at the number of toys on the floor made tears sting your eyes. You were tired, exhausted, drained and absolutely depleted.

If this was a job, you'd quit, you would take your children and quit. You wanted to so badly but the small hope of him changing clung to you like a piece of lint. You sighed holding your eleven-month-old on your hip while you made him a bottle, anything to keep him from wailing in your ears-- Jesus, half the time you couldn't hear.

"Babe!"

Your eyes rolled, you loathed his voice at this point. "What?"

"Can you pass me a water bottle?"

"Get up and get it, I'm making Malakai a bottle."

He groaned. "For fuck sake, you're in the kitchen already."

Your nostrils flared, and your eye twitched. You wanted to cuss at him, shout at him until your voice box shattered but you kept whatever calm you had left and ignored him. A small hand landed on your nose and you smiled kissing the tiny palm. "I love you too bubba."

He flashed a little smile and your heart sobbed at the fact that your last baby was growing so fast, teeth already emerging from his gums when just months ago he didn't have any. You could never regret your three little creatures, you loved them dearly, so much so you were willing to put up with the man that helped you create them just so they could have a two-parent household but you didn't know how much longer you could take this.

Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen, you could tell he was angry at the fact that he had to pause his little game just to grab some water. He looked over the sink, utterly disgusted by the site in front of him and instead of just keeping his mouth shut or for once volunteering to do them he decided to spit out a sentence that made you want to knock his head off with the glass bottle you were holding; "You need to wash the dishes."

Your blood was boiling, if life was a cartoon you'd have steam coming out of your ears. "Why don't you get off of the game and do them?" You bit.

He cracked open the bottle cap. "Hey, I'm the one that works all week, you just stay home and do nothing."

Nothing? NOTHING!?

That was it.

That was the tip of the iceberg.

Your shoulders dropped and he left the kitchen, there was that ringing in your ears again that came and went every time you zoned out. Ever since you got married you'd felt nothing but unappreciated by him, you quit your job to stay home with your children and not even a thank you, you made sure he had a good meal when he went to work and all you got in return was an "it was okay." And the disgustingly dirty dish tossed right in the sink you'd just emptied. You were at the end of your rope.

You held back your tears and lightly kissed your son on his head handing him his bottle and putting him on a beam bag so he could lay down and drink. You trotted upstairs to check in on your oldest twins who were in their room colouring and getting along for once. Then you headed to the bathroom locking the door behind you, your body sliding down to the floor, you curled up in a ball burying your head between your knees you let out a long and heavy sigh before your river of tears took over.

A cry session your body and mind were so used to. You wailed into the void, muffling your weeps so that your children wouldn't hear you and come asking what was wrong, a question you couldn't answer without them turning on their father and you didn't want to ruin that relationship they had with him.

You were just so tired.

--

As night fell you remained mute when it came to your husband, whatever he had to say you didn't respond to, you were just happy that it was Sunday and soon he'd be out of your face for a few hours.

With the kids all asleep you were in the kitchen on FaceTime with your older brother. "The kids are great, they're sleeping." You conversed.

"And how have you been?"

There was no hiding how you felt when it came to your siblings, you were the baby and the only girl so when you were hurt they knew and they'd do whatever they could to fix it. "I'm okay... I'll be okay." You reassured. He was the only one who knew some small details about what you were going through and you begged him not to say anything not even to your mother until you figured out how to deal with everything yourself.

"Hey, listen, Jordyn is going on vacation next week, she's hitting Fiji, and I think you should go with her."

You squinched up your face, you didn't have a problem with your brother's wife, always so thankful for the sister you never got but what about your kids? Could you even trust that man to take over your duties even for a day?

As if he read your mind he continued. "I mean it'll be summer break next week, and they can stay by me if you want. I just, I really think you need time away from life. I want to see my little sister happy."

You pouted, it really touched your heart how concerned he was. A vacation would be wonderful, it was all you could dream of after the kids were born, you loved them but you just wanted to be by yourself.

"I'll think about it."

"Well, don't think too hard." He joked. "Whatever. I gotta get their lunches together, I'll call you when I make my decision."

"Sounds good, night."

"Night."

The call ended and you finished packing the twins' lunch placing the bags on the only empty spot on the counter. You huffed at the dishes and your husband's words replayed in your head. Nothing. You do absolutely nothing.

The longer you stared a vengeful plan began to brew. You were about to show him what doing nothing meant.

--

You decided you were going on that trip, Jordyn was excited and your brother was happy with your choice. The week flew by quickly, you kept up your normal appearance of keeping the house clean and to your husband's liking and by each day you grew more distant from him not like he cared in the first place.

On the last day of school you explained to the twins that you were taking a trip with Aunty Jordyn and they, unfortunately, couldn't come but they'd be staying with their uncle and they'd loved that man to death so they were excited either way. Your house was a mess and for once you smiled at it, you'd been letting everything pile up for the last two days, packing the clean clothes they did have in advance. The only explanation you gave your husband was that they were all staying by your brother for the week but you didn't mention that you weren't coming back.

You were leaving tonight and there would be no stopping you. You loaded the van with their stuff and yours and hollered for them to get their little butts in the car. "Last one in the car has stinky feet!" You laughed at the building volume of stomping feet coming across the hall and down the stairs, your twins were out and your youngest sat on your hip giggling at their antics. You happily wrote a short note.

Bye.

That's it.

You showered your baby in kisses and grabbed your keys before heading out the door, you locked it and made your way to the car, buckling in your baby and making sure the other two were in securely. You closed the door and first time in a long time you felt a weight off your shoulders, you smiled in satisfaction at how you left the house knowing you were not going to answer a single phone call from that man.

--

Jordyn squealed. "Ugh! I am so excited I don't even know what to do with myself!" You laughed at her enthusiasm as you put your hair up in a ponytail. It was day 2 of your trip and you were living life, you couldn't remember the last time you felt this relaxed. Now, of course, you missed your children it'd been the longest you'd ever been apart from them so you were a bit clingy with the calls but it was all understandable.

You two were hitting the beach today and you were a bit nervous, nobody had seen your body in almost a year not even your husband but Jordyn had persuaded you to find your behind in a two-piece bikini and you argued that you'd wear it as long as you could wear a cover-up so it was a deal. You looked yourself over in the mirror, you felt oddly confident. You looked fucking good. Three kids did your body right.

"You sure you want that cover-up?" She teased watching you admire yourself. "Hmm," You angled your lower half so you could check out your bum, how plump it had become over the years. "Maybe not."

She winked. "That's my girl."

You two grabbed what you needed and headed down to the beach which was right in front of the hotel you were staying at. The slight wind brushed against the water sending a cool and comforting breeze your way, your ears wiggled at the sound of the waves, and the giggles of other vacationers enjoying their time like you were.

The cushiony sand had greeted your toes after overflowing onto your sandals. You two travelled until you found a decent spot, it was close to the bar and the body of water. You set up your area as best as you could but you were in a battle with the beach umbrella Jordyn insisted on bringing. She watched with her hand covering her mouth to camouflage her laughter. "Okay, you know what, I'll handle this and you go handle us some drinks."

You childishly stuck out your tongue and strutted your way over to the bar, you hopped on an available stool. The bartender noticed you asking for you to just give him a minute. "No worries." You responded. You went on your phone and checked the many pictures your brother sent of your children, you smiled and a bit of sadness tugged at your heart. You missed your babies dearly.

The number of messages went up and it could only be one person. You promised you wouldn't look but you just had to, you swiped and tapped on your husband's name.

Where the fuck are you!?

The house is a fucking mess!

I'm not cleaning up, I hope you know that.

Baby, come on, we can work this out. Please.

You scoffed at the last message and put your phone down casually being greeted by the bartender who watched your various emotions while you went through your phone. "Everything's okay?"

Oh. Wow.

He presented a sweet smile, your eyes slightly widening at the sight in front of you. He was handsome, scratch that, he was fine as fuck. The shaved head didn't usually work on a lot of men but it did him justice, the scattered tattoos on his pretty and tanned skin, his broad shoulders that looked like they were made for legs to be hooked on and not to mention his big arms that looked like they could hold you snug and tight all through the night.

"Uh, yeah, everything's... everything is good." You stammered, a queasy feeling crept through you as it settled in your lower stomach. Butterflies? But you couldn't even remember what that felt like in order to come to that conclusion.

"Good to know. What can I get you, ma?"

You shuddered at his voice. He could talk to you all day.

"One Long Island, and one Piña Colada please."

He nodded. "Starting off slow I see." He chuckled. "Eh, we're on vacation, gotta soak it all up before we go back."

"I see," He multitasked making your drinks and conversing. "And when does the pretty lady go back?"

You blushed, should you even tell this literal stranger when you're actually leaving? But he felt... comfortable, easy to talk to and it's not like you'd ever see him again. "End of the week."

"Oh, you have plenty of time to get shit-faced." He encouraged. He'd finished your order and placed the liquored-down drinks in front of you. "Don't worry about paying yeah? It's on the house. Enjoy your vacation pretty lady."

"Y/n... you could just call me Y/n."

Not like you wanted him to, pretty lady was working just fine

"Nice to meet you. Oscar... Diaz." He winked. "Thanks, for the drinks."

"Anytime, pretty lady."

Your legs felt wonky as you walked away, and your breathing quickened. You did your best to walk back to Jordyn without looking back, if you did you were pretty sure you'd fall, just clumsy as fuck. "Girl, that man was watching you walk away." She whispered. "Stop." You poked, shoving her drink toward her. "Oh please, his eyes were on you." Jordyn gazed over to the bar, "He's still staring."

You casually whipped your head around and sucked your teeth when you noticed he wasn't. You glared at her. She snickered taking a sip from her Long Island. "Makes good drinks too."

You sighed, "Shut up."

The topic was silenced, you downed a few more drinks but sent Jordyn to get them instead while you swam around in the cooling water, floating around enjoying the peace the water brought you. But you couldn't help but occasionally look over to the bar. Oscar Diaz... nice name. Nice face. Cute little moustache that sat above his lips and a goatee that sat below. Pretty rosy pink lips...

Your eyes darted away. You're married.

Are you though?

You swam back up to the beach, it was beginning to get dark and the patrons on the beach became scarce. You wrapped yourself in a towel and collected anything Jordyn hadn't packed up yet. "You want one more drink before they close up? Maybe your new friend will allow it." She teased. You took off your flip-flop and threw it at her but your reaction only made her laugh.

A familiar voice was heard behind you. "So she's beautiful and she's got good aim, better watch out." 

You quietly gasped. "Hi... Oscar."

"Hey, uhm, listen I own a club not too far from here and you know it's a decent hangout for the locals... and the visitors." He winked. "Wanted to know if you two would like to come check it out?"

You fought back a smile. "We could try." You answer without even thinking. "I'll take that," He reached into his pocket handing you a folded piece of paper, you assumed had the address of the place he owned. Your fingers brushed against his, prickles felt like they were forming on your skin and those weird feelings returned in your lower stomach.

He sent you another wink and headed back off to the bar to close up.

--

Of course, Jordyn was down to go. You groaned internally as you two pulled up to a crowded place, looking up at the illuminated sign reading Cloud 9. Hmm, cute. You pulled down your dress as it rose up with each step, your heels clicking against the cold ground, the music booming so loud you could feel your body vibrating the closer you got to the entrance, flashing lights of different colours beamed through the door every time it opened blinding whoever entered. "Where's your friend?" Jordyn asked. "Have patience, I just told him we got here."

"Mhm." She sassed. Your heart thumped in your ears, it pounded against your chest. What were you doing? It was a question you asked yourself from the moment you got back to your room and began to get ready for tonight. You shook off your thoughts and shifted your eyes over to a black door that slowly began to open. "Hey, over here." Oscar waved you two over and you followed. "What's going on, pretty lady?... And pretty lady's friend."

Jordyn nodded at him as a silent greeting, she was just here to observe your anxious behaviour for her entertainment. "Come on," You followed him through a dimly lit hallway and up a flight of stairs, your nerves building and sudden regret forming in your bones until you entered a brighter atmosphere, the loud music returning to your eardrums. He had led you two to a section that only had a few people, you could assume it was the VIP section.

"Anything you two want to drink just let me know and I got you."

Jordyn raised her eyebrows at the tempting bottle of unopened champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. Oscar chuckled granting her permission to open it, she shimmied her shoulders in excitement and got to work. You shook your head at her, you travelled over to the balcony and looks down at all the patrons having the time of their lives, a few familiar faces from the resort and others that weren't recognizable which you could only assume were locals.

Oscar found his place beside you and nudged your shoulder with his. "You want anything to drink?"

"No, not yet, I'm good."

He slowly nodded. "So, what are you doing in Fiji? Besides vacationing."

You huffed, "I just needed time to myself... to get away from shit."

"I hear that." You could just feel those sweet and curious brown eyes boring into the side of your head, you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue and looked down at your shoes, just anything to not make eye contact with him. You were shy, you were never shy not even with your husband when you first met him. It's like this was a new feeling, you were queasy and nervous and it honestly felt good in a weird way-- it felt good to not be comfortable, to get all flustered over someone like a schoolgirl crush.

"You really own this place?"

He scrunched up his face. "Half own, I guess. My brother and I came here for an escape just like you and we ended up staying. Now, we own Cloud Nine and I work down at the resort once in a while."

"Oh, you're a busy man."

"I try to be." Oscar chuckled. He was so easy to talk to, why was he so easy to talk to?

You found yourself moving a bit closer. "What were you trying to escape from?"

"Life. I wasn't happy where I was living and I wanted better but... given the circumstances, we just couldn't get it. So I threw a dart on a map, so to speak, it landed on Fiji and we've been here ever since."

"Where are you from then?"

"Originally born in Mexico, we moved to LA, and then out here."

"Would you ever go back to the States?" You asked finally looking up at him knowing he hadn't taken his eyes off you all night. He leaned forward, officially entering your bubble. "If I had a good enough reason... yeah."

You looked up at him through your lashes and softly smiled, meanwhile, Jordyn sat on the couch sipping and shaking her head at the sight in front of her. She would playfully scold you in the morning but tonight she'd let you have your harmless fun.

As the party went on you were getting a bit bored being upstairs so you grabbed your girl and headed downstairs to where the crowd was and of course Oscar was right behind you, he felt a sense of protection over you two tonight given this was your first time out here and inside his establishment. You had found enough confidence to start dancing around, a little two-step from left to right to get you going, but soon the constant flow of drinks Jordyn handed you helped you loosen out of that as well.

The DJ was beginning to play all the oldies, and that was your specialty. Oscar watched in adornment as you killed every lyric, every adlib and every beat to whichever song came on. It had transitioned from a bit of Hip-hop to something a lot slower.

  "Right now, we're gonna slow it down a bit, so grab your lovers and take your time."

The lights changed to blue and a recognizable first note had you close your eyes.

Mmm ooooh, my my my my my my my babyyy ouuuuuu

Jordyn had already found herself dancing with a random woman. She looked widened her eyes at you and quickly flicked them over to Oscar, trying her best to encourage you to make your move. But he was faster. You felt yourself being pulled into his warm embrace, his strong chest against your exposed back, his hands carefully snaking around your waist as if he was worried about you rejecting his touch but you gladly welcomed it.

Melting into his hold you two swayed side to side, he leaned down comfortably nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You were lost in the vibes of Keith Sweat's Right and a Wrong Way. You reached back hooking your arm around his neck lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. "You smell so good, mamita." He whispered, it was a miracle that you heard him. Your lips parted slightly as you felt his warm breath tickle your skin. His swift hands ran up your sides resting right under your breasts and gliding back down to your hips.

A thumping began between your thighs, now that was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You put that feeling to the side no matter how hard it was to do so. The rest of the night it felt like all the songs were targeted for just you two, you hadn't eased up on him once-- always in close proximity to him. He touched you in simple ways, ways you hadn't been touched in almost a year.

It was getting super late, almost three in the morning and you couldn't recall the last time you were out like this, it'd give you hell when you woke up but it was worth it. You and Jordyn rode back to the resort with Oscar, she exited the car first thanking him for the night out and wobbling her way inside. You giggled watching her walk away, "I should get in there before she tries the key on the wrong room."

But you didn't want to leave him.

And he didn't want to leave you.

"Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun."

"No problem, anything to help a pretty lady escape." He bit his lip. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Recovering," You laughed, "But other than that nothing."

"Can I see you again?"

You gulped and nodded. "Mhm."

He laid out his palm your eyebrows furrowed as you rested yours on top of his, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and placed such a gentle kiss on your skin. "Goodnight, mamita."

You wanted to scream. You left the car putting a little swing in your hips as you walked away, you looked over your shoulder and sent him a cute little wave before disappearing behind the doors.

— —

And that's how you spent the rest of your trip, shamelessly flirting with Oscar. You got to know each other a lot more, when you weren't spending time with Jordyn you were with him. Giggling like an airhead and blushing red like Rudolph's nose.

Jordyn constantly teases you about the crush you'd seem to quickly develop.

"Is this stupid?" You ask shoving your face in the pillow. This all felt too good to be fucking true, a guy that you met only four days ago was treating you so much better than the man you married four years ago. Oscar had flowers for you at the front desk of the resort every morning and sent you the sweetest messages throughout the day about how he was thinking of you, how he caught a glimpse of you today and you looked stunning, calling you the prettiest woman he'd ever seen step on this island.

You convinced yourself they were all lies, sugarcoating you like he probably did every woman but who were you fooling? Certainly not yourself and certainly not Jordyn.

"It's not."

"I'm married." You argued tiredly to which she fake yawned. "I don't see a ring on that finger and I don't see that man treating you any better than Oscar has. Just saying."

The fingers on your right hand brushed your vacant ring finger, you'd taken it off the minute you got on the plane, you didn't want to be reminded of him on this trip at all and yet there was that piece in the back of your mind that reached out to him. Checking his messages once in a while but never responding, he was giving you the attention you wanted but it didn't feel right.

The fact that you had to spontaneously leave to get even a fraction of what you were asking for was bullshit. Downright bullshit.

You groaned sitting up the pads of your fingers now rubbing your temples, tired and stressed. The trip was almost over and you dreaded going back to that house that was no longer a home. He'd sent you pictures that he'd finally cleaned up but you had a feeling once you returned home things would go back to the way they were and you did not want that.

"I think your brother would agree with me, you've smiled more in these past few days than I've seen back home, I mean you two are always so distant when you come over. And don't think I don't hear your rants when you and your brother are on the phone. Now I don't condone cheating but, hey, I didn't see shit."

You sighed checking your phone for any recent texts from your husband but Jordyn caught wind of what you were doing and snatched your device. "Enough with him. Flirt and have fun before you have to go back to normalcy."

You heard your phone buzz in her hand, she looked at the message for you. "Speaking of, someone is downstairs."

You felt nauseous. "Where are you two going anyway?"

"Down to the beach, said he has to restock the bar... and I wanted to spend time with him so I offered to help."

"Mhm." She winked. You grabbed your phone back from her grasp and told her you'd be back soon. You left your room, entered the elevator and headed downstairs where Oscar was happily waiting for you. "Hola querida." He become more comfortable speaking Spanish around you, especially when he noticed how the little nicknames got a reaction out of you.

"Hi," Oscar noticed the shaky tone in your response and made note of it You had comfortably slipped your hand inside his, he immediately hooked his fingers in the spaces of yours. Like he was your puzzle piece.

You two headed down to the decent-sized Hut, your eyes widened at the number of boxes sitting on the sand. "Don't worry, I got the heavy bottles, you just get the small ones." He reassured pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You loved those, so innocent and sweet, although you wish sometimes he'd kiss you on your lips or you had to courage to kiss his. "Think I can't handle the big boxes?" You scoffed walking inside after him.

"I think you can, I just don't think my pretty lady needs to."

My pretty lady.

ugh!

With music playing in the background you two got to work, "Do you still think about running your own restaurant?" You asked sparking a conversation, you squatted down to the lower shelves and propped the glass bottles in an organized fashion, eyes tearing through the material of your sundress and you could feel them. "I do, yeah. Why?"

You bit your lip. "Would it still be down here?"

There was a beat of silence. "Most likely."

Another pause in the moment aside from your soft humming to the music. "You excited to see your kids?" He asked. You smiled at the mere thought of them. "I am. My three little headaches." Oscar found himself next to you, leaning against the counter, you stopped your movements and looked up-- he had one arm folded over the other and a bit of a scowl on his face.

"What?" You innocently question standing up to match his eye line, well more-like chest line. "Nothing, just trying to take my time to remember this face." He reached for your cheek, his fingers ghosting your flesh. "You flirt like this with all the girls here?"

A question that was supposed to come out jokingly but you were a bit serious. "Nah," You squinted at him watching his lips press together, his chest stuttering as he held back a laugh. "You asshole, I knew it." A dramatic hand to your heart as you playfully pouted at him and fake cried. Oscar's arms enveloped you in their warmth, you attempted to push him off but it was no use, your feet suddenly off the ground, you squealed and giggled as he switched positions with you plopping you on top of the counter.

He placed his palms flat on the side of your thighs while he was positioned comfortably between them. "To be fair, hermosa, it is kind of my job. But believe me when I say I've never spent any time with them. And I've definitely never brought them back here after hours." His thumb and pointer finger pinching your chin. "Just you, princesa."

You melted, your whole body could be seen physically slumping in his hold. His eyes sparkled while he looked at you, the crinkles in his eyes appearing as he smirked. Before you could comprehend anything his lips brushed yours, your head suddenly becoming foggy with the inappropriate images of him that you'd conjured up these past few days.

His nimble fingers danced along the hem of your dress, a rush of heat passing over you as he hiked it up further exposing more of your flesh.

This was no longer a want... it was a need.

Your hands landed right under his jaw as you pulled him in crashing your lips onto his and he happily reciprocated your energy, his hands wandered up to your hips tugging you closer to him as if it were possible. Your lips moved as one, tongues passing by in the heat of the moment, the only thing on your mind was him and you wanted it to remain so for as long as possible.

Tingles scattered around your body, both of you flushed with lust and arousal. Your hands travelled to the bottom of his shirt quietly begging for him to take it off, you needed to feel his skin, thankfully he got the message-- pulling away for a brief moment to remove his top. Your eyes glazed over his lightly tanned skin, little scars here and there you can only presume he earned before he got here.

You smiled at the strewed ink on his torso, chest and ribs. "What are you thinking about?" He inquired. You looked back up into his brown iris'. "I wish I had met you first." You mumbled drawing him back down, this kiss was a lot more passionate and slow unlike the first.

Oscar's hands gently tugged at the neckline of your dress, your breasts spilling over and his calloused hands finding them. You softly moaned against his lips, your nipples hardening from the cool breeze and his fondling. He pinched and rolled them between his fingers, your head tipped back and his teeth nipped at the column of your neck.

You were forming a small pool in your panties at his teasing. His tongue grazed your neck continuously licking and sucking a specific spot that was getting a squirming reaction out of you. You felt his devilish smile, he knew what he was doing to you and he liked it.

His hands moved from torturing your swollen breasts back down to your thighs shoving your dress up until your little black panties were on display. You sat on the edge of the counter making it a bit easier for him to remove them, the cool air hitting your soaking slit.

"Touch me, please, touch me." You whined not caring about how desperate and needy you sounded. Oscar listened to your pleas and dipped one hand between your legs, his fingers quickly finding your slick folds. You shuddered as he glided two fingers up and down, dipping them inside you once in a while.

You were soaking, you were throbbing, and you just wanted him inside you where he fucking belonged. He slowly plunged his fingers inside, you clench around them happy to have something pleasuring you. Your eyes are closed and your legs spread further for him, nails digging into his shoulder blade hopefully leaving little indents.

He pumped them in and out of you with the squidgy noise of your wetness to follow. "Yes... oh yes, like that."

Oscar felt himself twitch under his boxers using his other hand to undo his belt and pulled down his materials. His dick is hard and his tip a rosy pink turning cherry red oozing with a bit of cream, his hips buckled once his hand brushed over it-- equally as desperate as you were. Your erotic moans were like music to his ears, so much sexier than he could've pictured. You whined once he removed them your hole flexing around nothing as you caught your breath.

Oscar hooked your legs over his arms spreading you to his desire, you reached between your bodies firmly (but not too tight) grasping his length and guiding it to your entrance, his swollen head prodding inside you as the rest of him followed.

Your jaw slacked at the feeling of him deliciously stretching you out, he was so thick and it felt so nice. Oscar croaked out a moan while burying himself deep inside your warmth-- coating his dick with your sticky walls, so slick and welcoming that he didn't want to move.

You caressed the back of his neck as he pressed another kiss on yours, trailing it up the side and finally landing on your mouth. You giggled into the kiss, Oscar pulled back with a questioning look. "I can't tell the last time I felt like this." You mumbled under your breath but he heard you. He didn't want you to leave, hell if you didn't have kids he'd probably try to convince you to move out here with him.

He didn't say anything in response just pulled out and pushed back in. "Fuck." You both moaned.

His head dipped back down, nibbling on your sweet skin.

You whimpered through every tantalizing stroke he gave you, his tip poking right at your hot spot and you knew you wouldn't last. "You feel so good!" A sentence broken by little gasps. Oscar grunted, violently gripping your thighs as he pounded you, pulling the filthiest sounds from your pretty little throat. So loud and erotic he was sure they could hear you back at the resort.

Your eyes squeeze in absolute bliss, your head hazy from the constant pleasure you received, quickly feeling a sensation in your lower belly a wave of heat threatening to take over. Your palm lay flat on his back while the other gripped the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oscar!"

He lifted you off the counter a bit, relentlessly slamming into you now. Your high getting closer and closer. "I can, shit, I can feel you mamita. So fucking tight."

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled. "Baby, ohhh, I need to..."

Oscar smiled. "You wanna cum for me, baby? Come, mi amor, all of it."

His words tipped you off the edge, your back arched and your body trembled from the shockwaves of your orgasm, he held you closely revelling in your pulsating pussy dripping down his shaft.

He quickly brought you off the countertop, your wobbly legs barely holding your support. He turned you around, you barely recovered from the first position.

You were sensitive and extra wet just how he wanted you. You flinched when he pressed himself against your entrance once again, pushing in ever so carefully. "Fuck... you."

He laughed menacingly, his hands squeezing your hips. "That's what I'm doin' pretty lady."

You wanted to give him a smart-ass answer but it was cut short when he began to move. Your nipples were hard against the surface, you rested your head down and whined. "So fucking good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled spanking you. He was enjoying the pornographic sounds that you provided, all going straight to his dick.

He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you up against him, back pressed on his chest, his warm breath in your ear. "Can't get enough of you I swear." He admitted.

He poked and prodded against that familiar spot, tears of overwhelming pleasure threatening to spill when he pinched your nipple. "Fuck! I'm gonna miss you, so fucking much."

"You gonna think about me?"

"Yes! Oh!"

You felt him twitch inside you, you smiled egging him on. "I won't stop thinking about you, when I touch myself I'll picture it's you-"

"Fuck, cariño,"

"Ou, you're the only one I want inside me."

You convulsed around him feeling another orgasm quickly building and getting ready to fall apart. A few more thrusts and Oscar held himself still inside you, your body shivering at the warm cream he just spilled inside you. His high triggering yours. You reached behind hooking your arm around his now sweaty neck.

The sound of the wind against the water and the waves crashing describe exactly how you felt right now.

"Oh... my god." You said breathlessly.

"You're okay?" He asked with a laugh. You giggled tipping your head back on to his shoulder. "Better than okay."

He sighed kissing your back. "I meant it..." You said.

"What?"

"I'm gonna miss you."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'll miss you too."

--

Those moments replayed in your head constantly, it was the only thing getting you by once you came back home. You two still talked every day, called and FaceTimed but it wasn't enough. You would stare at the prices of tickets and sigh, you couldn't afford to go back right now.

Your life was the same, unloved and unappreciated, despite the embarrassingly desperate messages your husband had sent when you were on your trip. You stared at another pile of dishes, your shoulder sinking with exhaustion. With your two older ones at school and your son almost an hour into his nap you decided to just relax. You clicked on Netflix and attempted to finish Bridgerton's, Queen Charlotte.

Your eyelids felt heavy, sleep threatened to take over but the doorbell had them shoot open. It wasn't just one ring it was multiple and it was annoying so you assumed it was your brother. You groaned trudging to the door. You swung it open aggressively, ready to give him a piece of your mind. "You're going to wake-"

There he was. Standing in front of you, on your doorstep... at your house. "O-Oscar..." You poked his chest to see if he was really there. "Said I'd come back when I have a good reason." Your eyes softened, your arms reaching for him. His lips immediately find yours. "I," kiss, "fucking," kiss "missed you."

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped inside closing the door. He carried you over to the couch and plopped you on the cushions. You laughed, your mood immediately changing with him around. "Jordyn told you where I lived didn't she?"

He nodded. You rolled your eyes. "Of course."

"Not happy to see me?"

You pulled him down for another kiss.

"Beyond happy."

I was going to wait until the weekend to post this but I am a little too excited to get this out.

Shoutout to my girl @darqchilddaydreamz for her input on a few things and her encouragement. Holdin it down ✊🏾

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Hey could you do one of the body insecurity hcs for Spooky like for how you did the Seed Brothers?

I haven't written for this man in 86 years and BOY

He ain't putting up with that

He thinks you're gorgeous

Breathtaking

Stunning

He gets aroused just thinking about you sometimes

He understands that everyone has insecurities and things that they may not like about their bodies

But he loves your body

And one of the only ways he can think to change your mind is to take a more possessive yet silly stance on it when he hears you complain

"......Who are you talkin' about like that?"

And you just look at him confused, motioning to the mirror

"Nah, nobody is gonna talk about my girl like that."

He comes behind you, hands on your hips as he squeezes

"Ain't nobody gonna talk shit about these hips right here."

His hands gliding forward to run over the tummy that he loves to hold and kiss and rest on

"Shit talking my beautiful girl like that. You must've lost your fuckin mind."

And it's so weird and yet endearing that it makes you laugh and settle back into him with a smile as he holds you

"You're crazy you know that?"

And his shrug is careless as he rests his chin on your shoulder an makes eye contact with you through the mirror

"Gotta defend my baby, right?"

Spooky Diaz taglist

@lillict @smoooore @browngirldominion @namjoonwatcheshentai @sesamepancakes @nintendhoe8 @myaloveee @laylasbunbunny 

General taglist

 @titty-teetee   @vibranium-soul @ateliefloresdaprimavera @glimmerglittergirl @hatterripper31 @lilac-tea-time @krysiewithak

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The Obsession Is Returning

Y’all may not know, but I really like On My Block and I was thinking of the show again and I started wondering smth…

how do y’all think Oscar would react if Cesar had a friend that wasn’t afraid of him? Like, if my memory is correct, the kids were spooked when he was around. Now as the show went on the kids became more comfortable around him (besides Monse. He LAUGHED in season 3 and she fr got mad but moving on) but what if Cesar had a friend who was never scared of him, almost stupidly so, and said the most outta pocket shit.

Like, you’re ranting to him during that lockdown/lock-in/the shit that happened in season one and he’s like “I do not care” and you’re like “well you can’t go anywhere so sucks to suck I guess”. Idk, maybe it’s because I’m sleepy but that shit would be funny cause why tf did you tell that man his wardrobe is ass? Yes he has a bunch of long socks, let that shit go.

And when the Santos got all hype at that party and broke the truce? Oh gosh. “The truce was gonna break anyway but really Oscar? Since we on the topic, who the fuck was the guy that proposed the idea. I got a lot a shit I gotta say to y’all”. You could probably talk a bunch of shit cause what is he gonna do? SHOOT YOU? I hope not.

Y’all would have a more unhinged relationship than him and Jamal cause at least Jamal watches his mouth (somewhat) around him. Your dumbass would- “who decided the wardrobe for this gang?” “I just feel like being around bald dudes all day is weird but idk, that’s just me” “actually sit the fuck down. Or don’t. You got a gun, I don’t” “I know nothing of the streets. I behave. You don’t.” “Why do people in gangs refuse to say ‘happy birthday’? What the fuck is a ‘happy g day’?” “Aight gang - not like THAT though”.

I feel like the friendship would be gradual cause at first he’s like “why the fuck do you keep talking to me?”. Time skip and now this nigga knows your birthday. Can I say nigga on tumblr? We gon see what happens. Y’all go from “go do anything else besides talking to me” to “you ain’t text me all day. What’s up?”. This show came out in 2018. I was 13. I am 18 now. I am still in love with this man and that’s never gonna change. We ignore season 4. He never died. Y’all imagined that shit. He’s healthy and doing great.

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Mini Matchmaker

Summary: Who knew that little kids would make the best wing men. Pairing: Oscar Diaz x SingleMother!Reader Visuals Genre: Fluff

"Mommy, I want nuggies" Kai my three year old daughter said as she pulled on my pant leg.

"Baby we can go after I check out this last store, I promise"

"But I hungry now" she says tugging my pants leg harder in the direction of McDonalds.

"Okay fine we can eat since your starving" I said laughing as a reached down to grab her hand.

We walk into the McDonalds and it was strangely packed for a Tuesday afternoon. It was as if everybody and they mama all got hungry the moment we decided to walk in. When we finally made it to the counter I lightly tap my daughters shoulder to grab her attention away from the toy display.

"Tell the lady what you want"

"Can I have nuggies please" she says standing on her tippy toes

"Would you like fries or apples sweetheart"

"apples"

"Anything for you" the worker looks at me

"Can I just get a sprite and a large fry please"

"Okay we'll call your name when the order is ready"

I scanned the McDonalds for an empty table, booth, at this point one single chair would do. I make eye contact with an intimidating man. His presence alone was scarily strong accompanied with his fierce eyes that had an almost flickering flame behind them. Not to mention his extremely full eyebrows that were arched at the best angles. Although his presence was intimidating his beauty was alluring, as if he was inviting me over with only his fiery brown eyes. He breaks eye contact with me for a moment, and in the moment he turns his head towards a group of men sitting in the booth next to his. With only a quick inaudible sound from his mouth and the slight turn of his head they automatically knew what he wanted. This non verbal communication was instantly understood, and the group of men all scattered to move away from the once completely full booth. Now empty and semi clean, except for a few crumbs left on the corners of the table. The man snaps his head back to me and almost as if were one of the men he signaled I knew what he wanted. He was inviting me to sit at the table. I gladly accepted this invitation with gratitude. I grab onto Kai's hand and lead her towards the booth.

"Thank you" I softly say to the man as sit in the booth

"You good" he says nonchalantly.

As Kai sits down next to me her attention is drawn to the man. The same way I was sucked into his magnetic aura. She begins to stare at the man and the longer she looks I also secretly scan over the man. His golden skin from what I could see he had a large cross covering almost half of his neck, and small tear drop underneath his left eye. I hear Kai giggle loudly and when I turn my head to see what was the cause of her laughter I see the man making funny faces at her. He crosses his eyes or puffs up his cheeks and Kai is going crazy for all of it. The man's eyes drift upwards towards mine and he instantly stops what he's doing. Kai seems upset that her new jester is no longer amusing her.

"Hey, do more" she says as she waves her hands in front if the man.

"You're a little bossy mamita" he says flashing a pearly white smile.

"Yea she is very persistent about what she wants" I chime in

"What about you" he smirks at me

"What about me?" I ask confused.

"Are you bossy mami" his smirk instantly becomes more sly the moment the word mami left his slightly plump lips.

"When I want something yea" I laugh

"So should I try harder because you seem pretty not bossy right now"

"I mean you're okay right now but putting in a little bit of extra work wouldn't hurt"

Before I knew it Kai was in this man face playing with the cross that hung on his chain.

"Baby you cant just go up and touch on strangers" I say pulling her back

"She good, I don't mind"

"Really?"

"Most kids her size can't even look at me without crying, better or less walk up to me just like she did. Bebita brave as hell" he said letting Kai grab onto his fingers.

"She's three years old about to be four in a couple of months"

"Nah I need to hear it from her. How old are you bebita" he asks with a smile not leaving his face.

Kai held up four fingers. He shook his head.

"I can't hear you. I need you to use your words"

"Four" Kai says almost screaming

"Okay Jefita, whats your name"

"Kai"

"Sky"

"No, KAi"

"Woah Okay you're Kai, I'm spooky"

"Spooky, aint no way that's your legal name" I said unable to hold back my laugh

"It's the only name these fools need to know, what's yours?"

"Why do you need to know"

"I need to know for contact"

"When'd you get my number mr.spooky"

"Just now" he smirks

[millerworld]

Are people still making oscar diaz fics or what?

[itsgoghtime]

World in Color

Chapter II

Words : 3288

CW : fluff but ✨gingerbread edition✨

taglist : @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @valmare @horserad-ish

"You know, you don't have to make it all from scratch, Pumpkin. For example, I don't think they will be able to tell the difference between a jolly rancher window and the candied sugar." Will's hand rested on her lower back as he sat next to her at the table, his thumb moving in a comforting motion.

They had been courting since October, and despite some of his Marine buddies telling him the spark would fade with girls - to be cautious about getting attached, it hadn't. Not with Pumpkin, he'd told them. She was special.

"But... Spooky, they might." Pumpkin sighed softly, looking over the plans for the custom gingerbread house she was making for the city council event. "I just want it to be perfect."

"Everything you make is perfect." Will kissed her temple. "You've just got to trust that."

Will had never seen such magic before. He knew Pumpkin was talented - he had known it since day one. But the way she practically danced around her kitchen while she baked, the way her eyes narrowed slightly in focus, and the methodical way she followed her recipe - it was all so enchanting.

Measurements precise, mixed to perfection, then those hands he so much loved to hold in his began their work.

She had put Spooky to work from the beginning, trusting him to follow her mathematic measurements and cut the paper templates for her.

"Just about ready to bring the wall templates over, love?" Her voice was soft and distant. He knew she was in the zone.

"Of course, Pumpkin. Almost there." He finished his work with the exacto knife, delicately bringing the paper templates to her.

"Your architectural plans, your ladyship." Will bowed to her, and she smirked as she set the paper templates on top of the gingerbread.

"William, what would I do without you?" Pumpkin asked quietly, her eyes soft.

"You'd be much less amused than you are now." Will smirked, moving in and resting his hands on her hips. "Besides, that's my question to be asking."

Her hands came up and met his cheeks, but before they could share what Will knew would have been a tender moment, she gasped softly.

"Oh my stars, I didn't..." She moved her hands, and chuckled.

"What?" Will's brow furrowed slightly, worried only a moment before Pumpkin held her hands to face Will. This made him begin to laugh with her.

They were covered in flour. And upon inspection of a finger on his cheek... yep. Flour there too.

Spooky saw the apology written in those bewitching eyes, and he pulled her to his lips.

"Nope. Don't even say it. It was funny. Makes me feel a part of it all." He whispered as he bumped her nose affectionately.

"Well, if you like it so much, you can help me lay these wall templates out."

♡ ♡ ♡

Still amazed by her attention to detail, Will noticed how little waste there was, even after cutting all the pieces out. She made gingerbread characters with the leftover dough.

It took them hours to bake it all, but finally, in the early afternoon, the last two pans went into the oven.

"I have to say, I am thankful for your help, Spooky. This would have taken me ages by myself." She looked down, laughing at all the flour on herself.

"Of course, darling. Getting to spend a whole morning baking with you - and getting covered in flour? There's nowhere I'd rather be." Will kissed her softly.

The phone rang faintly, and Pumpkin sighed as she pulled away. "I really need to get a new phone, or get the battery changed or something. It doesn't ring as loud as it used to." She moved to answer the call, but Spooky put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll get that." Will kissed her once more, rinsing his hands quickly at the sink before moving to answer her phone.

"Hello? Haha, very funny, Erin. Yes, of course I am over here. We're neck deep in gingerbread."

Pumpkin moved to look over the plans for the gingerbread house, and Will moved to face the pantry as he talked to Erin.

"Yes, of course I'll ask. What... no, Erin. Not yet. Love you too, bye." Will hung up the phone and put it back on its receiver. "Pumpkin, my love, Erin was wondering if..."

Will froze as he turned around, seeing his love slumped on the counter, head in her hands, shoulders shaking slightly. She was crying.

"Hey..." He whispered, putting an arm around her and rubbing her back. "What's wrong?"

"I cut the walls out backwards - the windows are supposed to be at the front, not the back. And it's already in the oven. It's ruined." She whimpered softly. "My second custom gingerbread house, ruined."

"C'mere." Will gently nudged, and she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

He gently rested his head on hers, holding her tight in what she had deemed were his "teddy bear arms".

Spooky let her cry for a few minutes, and noticed she began to match his breathing.

"Pumpkin, you're working too hard. Come with me."

She wiped her tears and took his hand as he pulled away, moving to the front entrance.

"Will, we can't leave for a long time, we've got the house in the oven."

"We'll just be out in your yard, love. We won't be gone long." He helped her put her coat on, kissing her temple again and opening the front door.

♡ ♡ ♡

Having spent almost half of the day inside, the cold crisp air of the overcast afternoon refreshed Will. His eyes wandered the snow swept yard, noticing the additional inch or two on the sidewalk. He made a mental note to shovel and salt her walks before he left in the evening.

Right behind Will, Pumpkin stepped outside, breathing in the biting frost and letting the snowflakes gently fall on her face. Pumpkin began to relax.

And then, Will threw the first snowball.

The way she flipped around with wide eyes made Will laugh harder than he thought he ever could. But that laughter turned to nervous chuckling as her eyes filled with mischief and a sweet sort of desire for reckoning.

"Hey, Spooky..."

"Pumpkin, you..." He was pelted in the arm with a snowball. "Oh, you're going to get it!"

The snow flew across Pumpkin's front lawn for about fifteen minutes, and Will was quite pleased to see she was feeling better. It was in the way her eyes sparkled and in how she laughed, so lighthearted and excited.

In his moment of relief, she tackled him to the ground and laughed.

"I win." She declared, running her fingers through his hair. Will reached up and ran his thumb along her cheekbone.

"Feeling better, Pumpkin?"

She leaned down and kissed him, smiling as they pulled apart and bumped noses affectionately.

"Better now. We'd better go check the gingerbread."

Will chuckled, his hands resting at her hips as his eyes studied her. "Oh, I don't know. I kind of like where I'm at."

Pumpkin rolled her eyes, and smirked. "Come on, lover boy. We've got work to do."

♡ ♡ ♡

They took the gingerbread out of the oven just five minutes later, transferring their parchment papers from the hot pan to the counter. "Perfectly baked," she had remarked to Will with a sigh of disappointment.

"They still aren't in the right direction. This will put me back at least a day or two."

Will looked at the pieces, and then the plans she had drawn up for them.

"Pumpkin, I think you might be alright."

She turned to Will, confused. He showed her the plans.

"Now, please correct me if I am mistaken, but you could technically just use the bottom side of the pieces. Can I demonstrate for you?"

Pumpkin nodded, and Will took a couple of the smaller pieces and stood them up.

"Because this building is mirrored, and because you measured every piece almost exactly, instead of being like this..." Will showed her the pieces with the slightly round sides out. He then switched them, so the flat part from the pan was out. "... you do this."

Pumpkin's eyes lit up. Spooky set the pieces down, turning to look at her. He watched the relief flood her entire being, her shoulders relaxing and her brow unfurrowing - and the way her gaze twinkled as she looked over her cooling cookies.

Will felt her hug him before his mind registered it. He embraced her tightly.

"Thank you, Spooky. You just saved Christmas." She chuckled.

"It's not over yet, my Brave Little Toaster."

♡ ♡ ♡

Just as Will had said, a week passed, and everything turned out all right. The gingerbread houses were delivered, freeing up Pumpkin's afternoons and evenings for Will to court her as he wished.

"You mean to tell me that you have never bought a real tree for Christmas before?"

She shook her head. "It had never really crossed my mind."

"Oh, Pumpkin. This will be fun." Will gave her hand a squeeze. "Let's check in the 6 foot section - the measurements of your living room will probably only fit that much."

Rows upon rows of pine - the scent left Will with a slight bout of childhood nostalgia, reminding him of the one Christmas his parents had bought the family a tree, not just one Erin had saved up her allowances for, as she had every year before - and every year after. Although, while those trees were much like the cartoon of Charlie Brown he adored, those were the trees that meant something. They made Christmas feel like home.

Pumpkin squeezed his hand softly as she stopped in front of a tree, bringing him back to the present.

"I have always thought it would be fun to work on a Christmas tree farm."

Will smiled. "Yeah?"

Pumpkin nodded. "I know that's kinda ridiculous, considering I have never had a real tree before. But I like the romanticized idea." She sighed softly, looking up at the tree in front of them. "I think this is the one. What do you think?"

Will looked at it and smiled. "Perfect pick, Pumpkin."

"I know." Will looked down at her and saw that she wasn't looking at the tree, she was looking at him.

♡ ♡ ♡

Taking the tree home proved more difficult than they had anticipated. It wasn't that bringing Will's truck wasn't helpful. It was.

It was getting the darn plant through the front door that was proving arduous.

"I am so, so sorry." Pumpkin chuckled, holding the top of the tree as Will muscled the bottom.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"This is..." She laughed as he shoved the rest of the tree through the doorframe. "...challenging."

"No, no, my love." Will kissed her forehead as he set the tree down for a moment. "Nothing is too difficult if it's for you." He sighed softly, looking at her living room.

"You just wanted it in the middle of the three windows, right?"

"Right."

♡ ♡ ♡

"I like your lights." Will chuckled, helping her hang a string of popcorn.

"Thank you. I usually line my windows with them, but with a tree, I think I don't need to line the windows too. They're my favorite lights, for sure."

Pumpkin pulled the small box of ornaments from the couch and held it in her arms.

"I don't have a lot to decorate with, but take into account I have never had a tree this big before."

"Well, I think your collection is perfect." The last of the ornaments went on. "And now, we can sit back and relax and..."

"Wait. Hold on a second." Pumpkin kissed his cheek, squeezing his arm softly as she dashed past him into her bedroom.

"What are you..."

"Got it!" Her feet padded back into the living room, and Will's attention was immediately drawn to the small box in her hands.

"What's that, love?" He took the box in his hands as she offered it to him.

"Open it." She bit her lip, the corners of her mouth twisting to her nervous smile.

Will licked his bottom lip and bit it softly, focusing as he worked the tape off the seal of the box. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise as he pulled the item out of the box.

It was an ornament. It fit in the palm of his hand, and he twisted it around and his smile widened.

Hand painted, was the first thing he noticed. It was a simple white, with little Wisconsin blue violets all over.

Then, their names on one side, and on the other, "Spooky and Pumpkin's First Christmas, 2002".

"Pumpkin..." Will said softly.

"Sorry, I know it's kinda silly."

"No, no. This is beautiful. Thank you." He smiled, kissing her once.

"I know just where to put it too." Spooky's arm lifted it to the higher part of the tree, where there was a spot.

"You just put it there so I can't take it down if I get self conscious."

Will smirked.

♡ ♡ ♡

Christmas as a child was completely different from Christmas as an adult. Will's mom didn't like Christmas, and his father hadn't ever been around for the holiday, besides the one year he was and bought them a tree. It was Erin who had decided she and Will would celebrate.

It had meant they didn't have many presents on the actual day, but Erin had managed to somehow make Christmas Eve more special than Christmas Day. They'd read the Christmas Story from the Bible their father kept, and share an orange.

This season, Will was going to spend it with Pumpkin, and make a visit to Erin the next morning. The enchantment was still there. And with Pumpkin, he was sure it would be even better.

"Honey, I'm back." Pumpkin called from the front door, slipping out of her wet boots and slipping back into the kitchen. She giggled softly at the sight of Will, wearing her gingerbread apron.

"Hey cutie, did you get..." Will saw her giggling and finished what he was working on, turning to look at her. "...what?" Spooky chuckled back, noticing Pumpkin double over. He looked down at his apron and laughed. "You don't have any other aprons out. What else was I supposed to use?"

"You look very cute in my apron, darling." She laughed, up on her tip toes and kissing his cheek before she set the groceries down on the counter. "I got the frozen corn, like you asked."

Will thanked her and cut open the package, adding it to the shepherd's pie.

"What else was in the bag?"

Pumpkin laughed. "Cookie dough."

Will turned and saw the classic Pillsbury Christmas cookies and chuckled.

"Don't judge - I've been making gingerbread for a month. These sounded good." She stood next to him at the counter, plopping them down onto a cookie sheet. "And easy."

Will kissed her temple and she giggled again.

"What is it this time?"

"I just... I can't take you seriously in that apron."

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After eating dinner together - and Will refusing to take the apron off after seeing her smile at it for the millionth time, they were snuggled up in her recliner in front of the fireplace.

Pumpkin was fast asleep in his arms, nestled between his legs as he held her to him.

Will had held girls before. But here, studying her curves with his hands as he nuzzled against her, this was different. It was magical in a way that lit his soul on fire, sparkling in his eyes and heating up his hands that pulled the blanket up over her shoulders.

This emotion - feeling her heart beat steadily against his own - this was home.

The fire smoldered, casting the room closer to darkness as the timer on the lights turned them off as well.

Will put his arms under Pumpkin's legs, the other supporting her back, and stood up from the recliner, padding back into her room.

Tucking her in, he kissed her forehead. Before he was able to leave, his hand was squeezed.

"Spooky?" Her voice was quiet and slightly slurred, barely conscious as she squinted in the darkness.

"Hey, Pumpkin."

She looked at him with those irresistible eyes. "...stay?"

Will paused. He hadn't ever considered joining her in her bed. It felt like a threshold he couldn't cross - something beautiful and forbidden. He had always just slept on her couch if he didn't want to go back to Erin's.

But here she was, inviting him in.

He had evidently paused long enough that she noticed, letting go of his hand. "You don't have to if you..."

Before she could finish, he had made it to the other side of the bed and was climbing under the covers. The way she hummed as his chest met her back was sweeter than anything Will had heard. His arms wrapped around her, letting out a long breath as he nuzzled into her neck.

Spooky's eyes glanced at the clock, seeing the soft blue of two o'clock before his eyes closed.

"Merry Christmas, Pumpkin."

"Merry Christmas, Spooky." She mumbled back, and they fell into a comfortable slumber.

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Christmas morning was slow. Snow had been falling all night, and Spooky had gotten up before Pumpkin. He shoveled the walks and the driveway, but before he could get back and jump into bed with her again, she was padding around the kitchen putting cinnamon rolls in the oven.

Will snuck up behind her and pulled her into his arms, leaning down to kiss her neck to elicit a little squeak from her.

"Merry Christmas to you too." She chuckled.

"Making cinnamon rolls just for me? How sweet."

"No, you silly goose. To take to Erin's. I promised your nephews and niece I'd bring some."

She shivered at his lips on her neck once more.

"Are you going to share later?"

"If you're good."

"Pretty sure I made Santa's nice list this year." He kissed her ear.

"That remains to be seen, love. That remains to be seen."

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Erin's house was full of excitement. Santa had come for the children, and the moment Spooky and Pumpkin had arrived, they were showing them all of their toys.

"So sorry, I swear they've been on something since the moment they woke up." Erin chuckled, hugging them both as their coats came off.

"It's so good to see you, Erin." Pumpkin hugged her back.

Will took the cinnamon rolls and orange juice through to the kitchen, noting how Erin had pulled Pumpkin aside and was whispering conspiratorially with her. It made Pumpkin's cheek's red, but she was smiling wider than before. What was his sister doing?

Erin's home had always radiated a light of reliable goodness - and this Christmas was no different.

The adults sat on the couches, while the kids played on the floor, excitedly shrieking with joy.

In a moment of diversion, while Pumpkin was talking to one of the boys, Will glanced over at Erin, who wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"What?" Will mouthed.

She looked at Pumpkin and back at him, raising an eyebrow. She pointed at her ring finger in the way an impatient person taps their wrist for the time.

Spooky felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Erin had been pestering him for the last two weeks, over the phone and in person about his plans with Pumpkin for the future.

"I knew I'd marry her the day I met her." Will had responded at one point.

Noticing his pink cheeks, the smirk on Erin's face was now mischievous.

Spooky looked back at her, and with an affectionate eye roll and the smile that he just couldn't keep to himself, he nodded.

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[stvolanis]

hii, i was wondering if you could do a spooky x reader where maybe he got caught up with like the prophets or something, and reader helps him clean up his cuts and scrapes. basically just straight up fluff, bc regardless we all know spooky is a softie 😭

hi! tysm for this cute lil request!💞

It was unreasonably late when you heard the faint sound of pounding on your front door, your mind wandering to every possibility of what could be happening. You crept out of bed on the tips of your toes as you edged further and further to the front door where the knocking began to sound more—desperate. Your fearful eyes peeking through the heavy curtains, the goosebumps risen on your skin uncomfortably. A sigh of relief escaping your lips when you come to find out that it’s just your boyfriend—with seemingly deep cuts and bruises scattering his skin, along with the minimal swelling of a busted lip.

you quickly flung the door open, wasting no time in dragging him inside the comfort of your home before locking the door behind the both of you. Your hands cupped his face, inspecting the rest of his body to see how much damage was done. “Oscar, baby, what’ve I told you? Huh?” You scolded with furrowed brows like an angry mother. He clicked his tongue before plopping himself down onto your couch. “Had to. They were dealin’ to kids, you know how that shit goes.” You were upset, rightfully so, as this wasn’t the first time he’s shown up like this.

you dug through the cabinets in your kitchen under the sink before grabbing hold of a basic aid kit. “You can’t keep scaring me like this, Oscar. What’s next? Bullet wounds? What then? You know I worry about you and—I—I just—“ you stumbled over your words, tears lining your eyes and blurring your vision. Spooky let out a sigh before gently pulling you in to sit on his lip, pressing sweet kisses to your temple. “I know, mamas, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cooed quietly, rubbing the small of your lower back soothingly.

“You have to promise me. Promise that’ll never happen.” You muttered into his neck. The wet of your tears rubbed into his skin, but he didn’t care. “I promise, mi reina. I pinky promise.” He said as he kissed your shoulder, interlocking his pinky with yours. He lifted your face from his neck, wiping the remaining tears from your flushed cheeks. “You gonna patch me up, sweet girl?” He asked with a smile.

You nodded, moving from his lap to get the first aid. You opened it, grabbing cotton before pouring rubbing alcohol onto it. “S’ gonna sting.” You muttered, as if this wasn’t an often occurrence he was used to. He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile, feigning a hiss when you pressed it to the scar on his arm. You rolled your eyes with a little giggle, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

his little nurse!!<3

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the spooky drabble reignited the same lil crush i had on him when omb first came out !! 💞 your writing is amaze-balls and i can’t wait to read more of your future works (hopefully more spooky 😉 )

Heyyy pooks happy new year! Even though people on omb tumblr aren't active anymore I will still provide omb drabbles(Even oneshots someday) especially for spooky

As far as you know it was your idea, but don't you know that spooky has been wanting to do this?

"Enjoying yourself huh?" Oscar pantly whispered as he pounds at you like an animal, he wanted the whole world to know that you are only his, that both of you own each other.

" 's this what you wanted, yeah?.." He asked again as if you are gonna answer with your whole mind thinking about him drilling your holes, making you forget about the neighbors next door, the camera who started shaking as oscar entered you.

He wanted to keep both of your identity specifically his tattooes from the video as he was gonna ask you to post this on Twitter, but fuck it he will make the whole world know on how to please a woman on their life, showing to everyone that only him can make you feel like this.

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Scream

Spooky Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 821

Content Warning(s): 18+, smut out the ass, mask kinks, p in v, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, Spooky's big fucking arms, I picture spooky hella tatted, the reader is not race-coded, reader speaks and understands Spanish, no one is pulling out (I seriously have a problem), backshots anyone? mirror sex anyone?, I'm toasted rn so sorry for the mistakes, lmk if i missed any or if i forgot to tag you

A/N: if yall know me well enough, you know what kind of state of mind I'm in 🍃and I just thought I'd write a little quickie since Halloween is next week and I don't think I've ever written anything in regard to Halloween so here we are.

(not mine, got it off Pinterest. i could koala cuddle those arms fuuuuck)

It started off as a joke. You'd become influenced by the amount of Ghost face masks you'd seen on TikTok, girls buying their boyfriends the infamous Ghost face mask so that they could put it on and pretend to be the killer from the movie, a few even accessorized with a fake knife and the women always seemed to get off on the idea. It was weird to you, at first, but then you became curious about what he would look like with the mask on. Maybe you'd open up a new kink for yourself, or maybe not but it was worth a try. 

So you went to Spirit Halloween and travelled over to the mask section where only two of the Scream masks were hanging. It seemed like you weren't the only inquisitive one. You bought some other things to decorate the porch with and headed back home. You called out to your boyfriend saying you needed a favour. He sprints into the living room where he sees your hands behind your back and that smirk on your face, you were up to no good. 

You present him with the mask and he chuckles shaking his head. You tell him that you want to know what he'd look like in it, but you don't want to see him try it on in front of you, you want him to walk into the room like the videos you'd seen. You hand him the mask and trot upstairs and into your shared bedroom where you sit patiently on the bed. 

It took a few minutes but you'd finally heard the creaking of the stairs, your heart raced with anticipation and a familiar tingle in your fingers and toes. All over your body really. He emerges from the dark hallway into your dimly lit room and leans against the door frame. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your thighs squeeze together. He had upped it a bit by removing his shirt and all he had on was a grey wifebeater and sweats to match. His arms were so big and his chest was so large, his broad shoulders adding to the attraction and his scattered tattoos were a bonus. 

You blink and before you know it those clothes, accompanied by your own, have been disregarded and scattered all over the floor. And somehow, here you were, face shoved into the mattress and back arched professionally. His enormous hands gripped your waist as he pulled you into his thrusts making you feel every inch, every vein that was prominent on his shaft. You whine, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounded you, the bed shaking and creaking to match his rhythm. 

"Look up, mi amor, this what you wanted right?" He mocked, you raise your head with the little bit of strength you had and looked up at the mirror across from the end of your bed, you bite your lip, the sight was something out of Twitter porn. The mask, his arms, the grip he had on your flesh, the way your ass recoils every time it collides with his pelvis-- Oh it was almost magical. "Fuck! That feels so fucking good." You whimper, your toes curl and you feel another orgasm approaching, only the gods in heaven knew what number this one was. You cried as you felt your hands, with a mind of their own, move from their position as you tried to crawl away from him, it was too much, the sheets were damn near soaked and sticky. 

Spooky caught on and pulled you back. "¿Adónde vas, cariño? Hm? Can't take it?"

You gasp as he draws you close to him, his strong arms hooked around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. "Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck!" Was all you could get out before your walls squeezed him, your head in the cloud and your vision completely fucked out. Your head falls back on his shoulder while he continues to slam into you, his own high slowly creeping over him. He takes off the mask and kisses your neck, licking and sucking enough to leave his mark. 

"You want me to come for you, bebita?" He grunts hotly in your ear, you moan and nod as an answer. Usually, he would tell you to use your words but considering your current sex-dazed state, he'd leave it alone for today. He buries his dick deep, his throbbing erection painting your walls making them extra sticky. You smile drunkenly when he affectionately nudges the back of your shoulder with his nose. "You always feel so fucking good, baby, I fucking swear." He praises, now kissing your skin. "Te amo." You manage to squeak out. 

He chuckles. "Te amo, mamita." 

He playfully smacks your ass before easing his way out of you, you fall on to the bed and sigh, completely and utterly satisfied. 

Thank god for TikTok trends.

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Haaaaaaaaay babe! You still taking requests? If so, can you do one with Spooky defending his black gf against racism?

Hi my love 💕 Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out

He doesn't put up with it for a second

Anyone who he cares about it off limits

But you?

His perfect girl?

And not even just being rude, but to be racist?

He ain't having it

He of course wants to lay them out

That's his first instinct

But that's not enough

At least not at first

Because he wants to put the fear of god into them before he lays them out

He gets right up on them

Probably tries to trick them into talking shit before he lets on that you're his girl

Waiting to see how deep they will dig themselves

How ignorant they're willing to be not realizing they're practically signing their death certificate

He gives them a bloody nose for good measure before he tears into them

He's also the type to choke them as he sneers at them

So that they're in pain and uncomfortable, but still conscious for the moment at least

Happy to see that they're terrified

"Got some fuckin' balls saying that shit about my girl. Look at you now though, huh? Fuckin' pissed your pants."

Nearly puts them into a coma after

Definitely spits on them before he walks away leaving them in a crumpled heap

And then takes you out for ice cream and loves on you the rest of the night, eager to show you just how much you mean to him

And how he won't tolerate you being treated like anything less than royalty

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[beomie3]

fangs - c.sb

bf!soobin x fem!reader

summary — the proper way of doing your boyfriend's vampire makeup for a costume party is straddling him, of course <3 + the hickeys you left on his neck are only part of the costume, right?

wc — 2.1k

content — established relationship, smut, you both love marking one another <3 rough make out, unprotected sex, cursing, you do soobin’s eyeliner hehe

♫ fangs - matt champion

✩ this is fic 2/5 of my halloween spooky series!

"bin- we only have an hour," you're slightly out of breath as you try to inform your boyfriend of the time in between heavy kisses. he has you pinned against your wardrobe as you two were in the midst of getting ready for a halloween costume party that started in about an hour.

you still had to do his eye makeup but you just couldn't resist him with how sexy he looked in his sharp black suit; black tie snug to his neck, tight dress pants hugging his legs so perfectly. faux vampire fangs slightly poking the plush of his bottom lip. how could you resist?

you tugged his tie gently to pull him closer, walking forward while he blindly walked backward to sit in your vanity's chair when you lightly pushed him down into it.

his chin was about to your chest with how tall he was still whilst sitting down, darkened eyes staring up at you and what felt nearly pierced your soul.

"close your eyes for me," you lightly swiped your hand over his eyelids as you bit the eyeliner cap off and held it between your teeth, tilting his chin up with your free hand.

his legs were spread irresistibly as you stood in between them, tongue pressing into his own cheek with a subtle smirk growing on his lips. you just knew he wanted you and you wanted him just as bad. if it weren't for the time crunch, the two of you would probably be tangled in the sheets. but that wasn't to think about now, was it?

you ran the pencil along his lash line, gently smudging it around with your fingers, stopping to admire just how beautiful he looked in this lighting; jet black hair messily gelled back revealing his pretty eyebrows, supple skin, the soft and sharp contrasts of his facial structure.

"open," his eyes fluttered at the command of your voice, more intense now that they were sexily smudged with eyeliner. you then ran some in his waterline, his eyes never leaving yours. he loved observing you at work, finding your concentration utterly admirable. you stepped back after you had finished, absolutely head over heels.

now, this was it. holy shit. you knew your boyfriend was sexy as hell already but- his eyes lined and smudged effortlessly and dark left you with your lip between your teeth. he was irresistible.

"how do i look?" his voice was low, smoky gaze penetrating yours. how does he look? what kind of question is that? you bit your cheek, a glint in your eyes that undressed him where he sat. it wasn't until he skimmed his long fingers up your thigh that a certain buzz ignited your skin, tickling your core in a dangerous way. the party started in forty-five minutes. fuck it.

you had no words except the small moan that left your throat when you crashed your lips to his passionately, his large hands helping you to straddle his lap and snaking them around the small of your back to keep you there.

"you look so handsome," you whisper into his ear, sending chills up his spine at the warmth of your breath down his neck, turning him on infinitely. you kissed down his neck, stopping for several moments to decorate the soft skin with red marks that you knew he loved receiving. you began loosening his tie, enough to unbutton his white button-up, smoothing your hand over his exposed chest; a perfect canvas for kissing and licking all over.  

your red lipstick left lip-shaped imprints all over the contours of his pecks, something he found so hot; he just wanted your kisses all over his body. attaching your lips to his neck, you sucked and bit at the skin, decorating him with your art. 

happy with your purple and red splotches on his neck and chest, it was his turn. skimming his nose against your jaw, you angled your head to give him access to your neck; warm and supple for him to suck the life out of it. dragging the tip of his tongue across your neck, you shivered, tangling your fingers in the loose hair at the nape of his neck when he began suckling at the skin, soft and wet lips addicting against your sensitive flesh. 

although, this time it was more intense with the dull ache of his fangs against your skin, turning you on in a way you couldn't even begin to explain. boy, would people know he's yours and you're his at the party. your matching vampire costumes would make sense now, with the red splotch and bites across your necks which emulate a vampire bite from one another <3

his hard-on was no secret as it prodded your wetness against your panties. luckily, that was all you were wearing under your black mini-skirt. you began to grind against the firmness in his pants, whimpering as it perfectly soothed your aching clit, tingles darting up and into your stomach.

he groaned against your neck, guiding your hips with a firm grip. you were pushing him nearly over the edge with your pretty noises in his ear; oh, soobin~ you're so sexy. and so hard, all for me? he could nearly explode at any moment. he needed you, bad. 

that's it. suddenly, he groaned, picking you up swiftly and carrying you to the door of your bedroom as it was directly ahead, pressing your back against it as you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips. sharp black stiletto heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

he cursed under his breath as he held you against the cold wood of the door, the plush of your thighs becoming revealed under your skirt as the material was pushed up to your waist, his eyes darkening more and more as he looked your body up and down like it was a fucking buffet.

"soobin, baby..." you ran your fingers down his exposed chest, then returned them to his face, swiping your thumb over his lips. "...fuck me." 

your tongue across his bottom lip was all he needed to be completely set over the edge, holding you up against the door with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other, his sleek pants dropping to the floor in an instant. the ironed dress shirt he tucked in so perfectly an hour ago was long forgotten about at this moment, everything leaving his mind. it was just you.

using a finger to hook your soaked panties aside, he looked you dead in the eye. a hungry, no, starved look prevalent within them. you smirked, seeing him so hot and desperate for you all had you almost moaning at the sight.

"like this?" he groaned lowly against your lips, slurring his words as he slowly pushed himself into you. his dick stretched you so good, so hard and curling up to kiss your g-spot at the perfect angle. you threw your head back into the door, only his name and yes yes yes to escape your lips repeatedly, so drunk on his cock already.

"mhmm?" he pressed kisses over the bruising hickeys on your neck, his hips rutting against yours slowly yet intensely, each thrust causing a thud at the door with his strength. he didn't give you much time to adjust to him because he knew you could take him. your pussy was just molded for him <3

"fuck soobin, fuck!" tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips against yours so harshly, fucking you so good you couldn't even think straight. nothing but the sound of both of your whimpers harmonizing, the slick sounds of him entering you repeatedly, the slapping of his full thighs against your ass, the thudding at the door with every thrust. he loved every bit of it.

he especially loved getting to watch your chest bounce against his at this angle, nipples poking through the thin silk of your top. he groaned at the sight, leaning down to help one strap off at a time with his teeth to free your tits. he pressed his lips to your collarbones, leaving even more marks behind.

an hour ago, you thought the two of you would be in the car by now, making your merry way to the costume party in your matching costumes. but no, here you were, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind; suspended against your bedroom door, getting handled in any way your boyfriend pleased. but you loved it. you loved everything he did to you.

even so that he now had you bent over the counter of your vanity, staring at each other's reflection in the large lit mirror. tight skirt pulled over your hips, his large hands holding you firmly in place as he pounded into you from behind, squeezing the plush of your ass.

everything about his reflection in the mirror was drop-dead gorgeous; the sweat beading on his forehead, your red lipstick smeared all over his mouth, neck, and chest. the depth of his smoky eyes piercing yours as he absolutely ruined you.

your legs were shaking in your high heels, nearly giving out but he firmly held you there, leaning over you to press kisses to your shoulder blades, exposed through the dainty straps of your silky top that hung lazily off of your shoulders. 

"wanna come for me, beautiful?" he whispered into your ear from behind, reaching around to rub circles into your clit, causing you to clench and flutter around his fullness. he buried his face in your hair at the sensation, deep moans and whimpers exiting his mouth. the sound so pretty and lewd and pushing you right to the edge. 

all you could do was desperately nod at him through the mirror, a familiar tickle at your core that only needed one more thrust to send you spiraling into white-hot pleasure. with one final thrust, the deepest one yet, you were moaning his name like it was a prayer, his eyes fixed intensely on yours, so satisfied to watch your face contort in pleasure.

your orgasmic pulsations around his cock was enough to have him spurting hot cum inside of you, thrusting it deep inside of you and watching as some leaked out and dripped onto the floor. 

"holy fuuck," he cursed in your ear at the intensity of your orgasms, hot breath spreading across your neck that was covered in sweat, his thrusts slowing as you both rode out your highs, catching your breath before he pulled out of you. 

your arms and legs were dead tired as they had held you up against the table the entire time, almost giving out but he spun you around and held you tightly against his chest, pressing kisses to your lips and neck, trailing his hands softly all over your body as to show his gratitude. he carried you to the bathroom bridal style and helped clean you up, oh SHIT coming from behind the bathroom door when you both realized the party was five minutes away from staring. 

you hastily helped clean him up as well and returned to the vanity where you stared at one another's reflections. you couldn't help but laugh; the two of you were a fucking mess.

but to be honest, you both looked a lot more like vampires than what your original costumes even called for, and a lot sexier too; faces shimmery under the dim candlelight of your room, disheveled hair like you just went out on some sort of feral hunting mission.

the only thing you had to touch up was your lipstick because it was completely gone, all transferred onto him. his eyeliner was a bit smeared but so much sexier this way.

"ready to go win this contest?" you stared at him in the mirror as you had finished reapplying your lipstick, slinging your sleek bag over your shoulder. you almost blushed with how sexy both of you looked, basking in a certain afterglow that just radiated off of your faces.

he interlaced his fingers with yours and looked down at you, the shadow of his figure towering over yours and cast against he wall by candlelight. the two of you were just the perfect pair. 

he didn't say anything but instead bent down to hug you, smothering you in his embrace. you hugged him back, suddenly yelping when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, spanking you and speed walking out of the door.

"we can't win if we're late!"

that was your soob; just fucked your brains out, but worried about being late. that was your man <3

a/n: my spooky series was on hold for a bit but i will still try to get out the rest of the fics!! thank you so much for 500 followers, u are the best :) i hope everyone has a safe halloween and tysm reading <3 comment if you’d like to be tagged in the rest of the series!

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New Rider

Summary: When your date gets sick after one ride and decides to abandon you in an amusement park with no ride home. Sparks fly with a stranger. Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Warnings: swearing, vomit Visuals

I couldn’t stop laughing as i walked towards the exit of the roller coaster watching Jason stumble to the nearest trash can. 

“I didn’t know you could scream that high pitched” I jokingly mocked him.

“Shut up (y/n)” Jason said as he held onto the sides of the trash can trying to steady himself.

“It was funny and I could’ve sworn I heard you crying at one point” I continued to tease.

“You’re a fucking bi-”

Before Jason could finish his sentence all the contents of his stomach began to empty into the trash can. At this point I stopped laughing and walked closer to him attempting to comfort him, but he held up his hand abruptly to stop from coming closer. 

“Don’t step any fucking further” he said with a loss of breath.

“I just wanted to-” he cut me off

“I’m leaving and you can either come with me now or find your own way home”

“But we just got here why do you want to leave so early”

“I don't know (y/n)  maybe because i just fucking threw up” he says as he walks away.

“I know smartass i just watched you. There are other rides and they’re not as fast as this one” I say chasing after him.

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t even like roller coasters”

“Then why did you bring me here Jason”

“Because when I asked where you wanted to go you said here. Instead of like a restaurant or the movies like a normal person” he began to raise his voice

“You should’ve said something when I asked” i began to become defensive

“And seem like some bitch, no way”

“You would’ve looked like less of a bitch if you told me before hand. Instead of throwing up after riding the slowest fucking ride in the park”

“Fuck you (y/n) I should’ve never asked you out”

“Do me a favor Jason and lose my number, because I can’t be with a person who can't even handle the kid section of an amusement park” I stop walking behind him and turn around.

“Have fun getting home bitch”

“Thanks for the free ticket” I yell back at him.

This is the last time I let my cousin put me on with some guy she knew from work. “Oh he’s such a good guy” bullshit, but I’m not gonna let his scary ass ruin such a beautiful day like this. 

Before I could realize it I was walking towards my favorite water ride. The line was relatively short. I stood around for about three minutes before one of the workers started to shout that they were looking for a single rider. I quickly raised my hand and started to rush towards the front of line. The worker ushered me to one of the boats where a tall, buff, tan man was sitting. I sat down next to the stranger and let the worker push down the safety bar. As the ride started the boat roughly rocked down the path towards a dark tunnel. The boat lightly scraped against the edges of the tunnel and it became pitch black. We were coming up on my favorite part of the ride as we inched closer and closer to the edge of the drop

“Oh hell nah those mother fuckers lied to me” the man next to me said 

“i’m going to ki-” before he could finish his sentence the boat descended down the hill

All i could hear was the deep scream of the man next to me, and i couldn't hold back my laugh as the boat went around the sharp turns of the path. As the boat hit the conveyor to pull us up the next hill at a deathly slow rate. I felt a hand inch closer to mine. Our pinkies were slightly rubbing together as the anticipation of the drop built up the closer we got to the top. We had finally reached the top of the hill and the boat slid down the hill swiftly. I no longer felt the stranger’s pinky rubbing against mine. Instead I felt his large and rough hand wrap on top of mine, and he began his loud screaming again. It was an interesting sight to see when i turned my head to look at him as the ride came to its end. The more I looked at him the more I couldn’t hold back my laugh. This man was tatted from the face down and the thought of him screaming on a water roller coaster was extremely funny to me. I sat there soaked in water because of the drops laughing uncontrollably. I felt eyes on me and turned to meet the gaze of my seatmate. 

“What’s so funny” he asked 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if you were screaming that loud when you got your face tattoo”

“I actually screamed louder when i got my dick tatted” he said smirking

“Oh shit really, why would you get tattooed there”

“I mean if you wanna see it all you gotta do is ask nicely” he chuckled lightly

There was an awkward silence because the tension between us was so thick. All i could do was stare at him. This man was incredibly gorgeous with amazing bone structure. 

“I’m just joking I dont have a dick tattoo, but my face tat did hurt a lot probably because I was 12 when i first got it”

“Damn, I just got my first tattoo this year” i said showing him the small butterfly on my left wrist

The ride finally came to a stop and it was time to get off. 

“You know the scary part of the ride is over now you can let go of my hand”

“Who says i’m not still scared” he says picking our hands up off the safety bar and holding my hand a little tighter.

“Well if you wanna keep holding my hand I should at least know your name”

Before he could say anything one of the workers walk towards us and tells us to get off of the ride because we’re holding up the line. I struggled to get out the boat until I felt strong hands pick me up out of the boat and pull me close.

“My name is Oscar, whats yours moreanita”

“(y/n)”

[gardenofnoah]

“baby?”

he looks more like a cornered dog than a person right now, and yet against all sense, you approach. even like this, touya would never hurt you. it doesn’t even cross your mind—after all, he’s done this for you.

and what he’s done stains his hands and your new dress. he blinks down at both like he can’t quite wrap his mind around the hue of it.

“baby,” you repeat, as softly as you can manage, “look at me.”

he does, after a moment—you watch him come back to you, loyal as he always was. blue eyes find your own, and there’s something about them that is always so unmarred by all of this. touya may do terrible things, but his eyes are those of a child who’s only ever sought out praise.

“did he hurt you?”

it’d been a rare date that he’d decided to take you on, which really was just greasy food shared between you at the dive bar down the street. it mattered little to you—you were just as happy to lean against his shoulder in that torn up booth. the walk home was the problem.

you’d noticed some guy watching you in the bar. that was the thing about dull men—they never noticed touya until it was too late. he was never any bark—only devastating bite. he’d gotten up when you did, and followed you out into the street. he’d reached out to grab you by the jacket you wore—touya’s jacket—and there was no taking back that.

“no,” you murmur, “you’d never let him, touya.”

he nods, stiff. he’s still a little far away—even knowing that you weren’t hurt, it’s the thought of it that will eat at him the rest of the night. you’ve been here before—he’d pull away if you let him.

you don’t. you close the distance between you, tucking yourself under his chin and squeezing around his middle, all but forcing him to let go of the breath he’s been holding on to.

“oi—your dress—“

“don’t care,” you nuzzle into his chest, affectionate and preening. “you kept me safe.”

there’s a rumbling in his chest at that—something animal that keens at the recognition. he is your protector—he’d never let anyone hurt you.

he doesn’t touch you—he doesn’t want to ruin all the effort you took to look so pretty for him—but he lets you hang off his arm the rest of the way home, careful to shield you—from the road, from other people, from anything.

at all costs, touya protects what he loves.