me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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I wanna be this hot

"Gimme Some"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: You know what they say, “sharing is caring,” and Rio wants a taste 👅.

Warnings: Cursing, daddy kink, and smut sprinkled throughout the story🙈😈. This a lil freaky, y’all🤷🏾‍♀️.

Word Count: 1,800+.

A/N: I Ate one blow pop, and my mind went straight into kink mode😆! It’s my birthday, so to celebrate, I’m finally posting something for all my sweet mutuals💓. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

Made From Love

I’m ngl something about this pic is giving dad vibes. Like “this is my dad in the 90s”

"Puta Madre!"

Amora cussed leaning over holding her stomach, the agonizing pain shot around her tummy as she sat in the hospital bed, the same bed she'd been in for almost ten hours. She didn't know how much more she could take.

She was five centimetres dilated and she'd been at that spot since they arrived.

Oscar, her boyfriend, felt useless in the whole situation all he could do was rub her back to ease any pain even the smallest and whisper encouraging words. She was exhausted beyond belief, she felt weak, hot and cold at the same time, and her emotions were not in one spot.

"Oscar, I'm gonna fucking kill you." She whimpered leaning back on the bed.

He kissed the top of her head. "That's okay baby, I'm fine with that."

"Why did we do this?" She pouted. He made his way over to the bed sitting on the little space that was available, he held her hand in his massaging her fingers as a distraction from her pain. "Because we love each other."

She sighed. "And we need a big-headed baby to prove it?"

He chuckled shaking his head and she softly snorted at her comment. She didn't mean it, she was happy to be creating her own family, happy to finally be the parent she wish she had and she was excited about the new chapter. The way Spooky reacted to her pregnancy was what made it worth it to be honest. He was ecstatic, the two discussed family plans more so in a fantasy way but didn't know if it'd ever be a reality.

But the day Amora showed Oscar those two pink lines he made it his duty to keep her as relaxed as he possibly could. He'd taken over the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry— he wouldn't even let her carry a book much less to a pot of food. Her ridiculous cravings at five in the morning were no task to him, anything she wanted she got.

Sometimes to help her fall asleep he would just rub circles on her stomach while they watched whatever she wanted to. The mood swings weren't the easiest, crying at a commercial about potatoes one day and cussing like a sailor the next at the fact that he, quote, "breathed too much."

Oscar took her insults with a grain of salt knowing she was going through everything to have his baby and he was grateful for it. Watching the woman he loved more than anything continue to grow another version of herself for him to hold and coddle.

Amora sat up carefully swinging her legs off the bed, he came to her aid offering his hand, she took it and grabbed the stand that held her IV bag. "Can we go for a walk please?" She whined. Oscar nodded helping her one slow step at a time. He thought her waddling was the cutest causing her to develop the new nickname penguin.

She huffed and puffed making it two rooms down before she wanted to go back. Once they were back inside their own room she didn't sit down instead she rested her head on his chest while his magical hands massaged her back. "How are you feeling?" She mumbled.

"I should be asking you that instead."

She shook her head. "Answer first."

He smirked. "Is it weird that I'm nervous? Like I just hope she's okay and that she's healthy and that you're healthy. I can't wait to bring her home."

Amora hissed feeling another pain, she went over to the bed planting her palms on the sheets, her head hung as tears slipped from her eyes. Seeing this made Oscar's heart shatter, he held her as another contraction passed.

Amora felt like she zoned out too long, one minute she was rushing this baby out and now that she was on her way out she was screaming to put her back in. Beads of sweat ran down her face, she used Oscar's hand as a stress ball and he was almost certain she'd break his fingers.

"Fuuuuuuck!! I can't fucking do this put her back in it's okay!"

She threw her head back looking over at Oscar. "One more push bébé, you got it." She opened her mouth to call him every word in the book but he didn't let her say anything just planted a kiss on her lips, her soft smile quickly turning to a neutral position when she heard those glorious cries, a small human placed on her bare chest. She was here.

Oscar couldn't believe his eyes, she was right in front of them, a living and breathing creature. Just as breathtakingly beautiful as her mother. "Oh my goodness, hi princesa." Amora cooed. Oscar was speechless. He was nudged by one of the nurses who handed him small scissors nodding over to the umbilical cord that still connected mother and child. He looked over with worry on his face. His girlfriend reassured him with her eyes and he took the scissors and gently cut at the squishy tube until it separated.

He bent down to get a closer look at the tiny person. "I'm so proud of you. I love you guys." He whispered. "We love you too Papi."

And so it began, a beautiful little family forming overnight. The nurses had taken her away to run some tests, wash her down and soon they'd bring her back. Oscar cupped her face indulging in a passionate kiss, she could taste the thank yous, the appreciation, the love, the gratitude and every positive affection he had to offer.

"Mhmm," One of the nurses sounded. "Be nice if every father reacted like that. They'll be back next year."

Amora and Oscar giggled hearing her comment. "We'll definitely be back next year." He mumbled against her lips and she didn't fight it because truth be told, they probably would be.

Soon their infant was rolled in all wrapped up and cozy in the cutest pink hat. They were left alone as Oscar stood over her, she looked like a "Bean" He whispered picking her up in his arms, her tiny nose twitching and her face forming a quick smile before a pout as she slept peacefully.

The new father sat back down on the hospital bed next to the new mother, she rested her head on his shoulders and gazed at their creation, a creation of love rightfully so. "She smells so good." Oscar whispered, Amora, closed her eyes enjoying that whiff of 'newborn smell' that mom's always talked about.

A small knock at the door caught their attention as Caeser, Oscar's younger brother, poked his head in. "Mano, come in man." The door pushed open revealing her mother behind him she gasped reaching out for her loved one, embracing her in a sweet hug her mother congratulated the two on the new journey.

"Amora, she is beautiful, my goodness." She awed tapping her little nose.

Caeser hadn't said anything yet, the shock hadn't worn off yet that his brother who had been a father figure to him all his years was now officially a father and he could vouch for how great of a father he would be, better than their own by a hundred percent.

"You wanna hold her?" Oscar asked. "C-can I?"

"Yeah man, you're her Tio foo."

Oscar instructed the young man on how to hold his arms, he held his breath as the tiny thing was placed in his clutch, he didn't dare to breathe or move in an inch. "Honey, relax, you won't hurt her." Said, Amora.

"So do we have a name yet?"

The couple looked at each other and frowned, they didn't know what to name their daughter for some reason every name Amora came up with she just didn't like. "We're working on it." Oscar chuckled.

Soon Caesar excused himself to go call Monse and her mother excused herself so she could go bring her daughter some much needed food. Amora had fought long and hard to stay awake but she just couldn't do it anymore, she let go and found herself in a deep slumber, the baby in the same state laid in her tiny cushioned transparent bassinet . Oscar spread across the couch looking at the two of them.

He'd never pictured this day would come, being a rugrat in the streets for so long, hooking up with desperate hynas, school dropout, jailbird-- he had doubts he'd ever get started on a family but he was happy to have found a beautiful and understanding woman who had the patience of a priest in a confessional booth. The baby began to make noises, squirming in her little blanket. He didn't hesitate to get up and get her out, he was itching to hold her again anyway.

Oscar sat back down with her in his arms, her wonderous brown eyes staring right at him. He could cry, he did cry, a few tears slipping from him. "Hola mi Amor, como estas?" He watched those curious little eyes drink in his features. "I look scary huh? Promise I'm not. Your mommy was probably scared of me too, I don't know why she's still here. She's loca."

He gently ran his thumb over her nose. "Emilia. Emilia Diaz. You think mom will like that name? I've been saving it for a while."

Amora quietly laughed catching his attention, she looked through her droopy lids and smiled. "Why you didn't tell me you had a name for her already?"

He shrugged. "Didn't know if you'd like it."

"I love it. Bienvenido al mundo Emilia."

—- It didn't take long for six months to fly by, Emilia wasn't the tiny little person they brought home so long ago, she was clapping, she was giggling, holding her own bottle once in a while.

Amora felt like she didn't have time to register that her daughter really was growing before her eyes. They had lots of help with her, it really did take a village and she was happy to be a part of it though she wasn't sure if she wanted to raise children in this area... maybe it wasn't so bad with her group of Tio's looking out for her.

Emilia kicked around in her crib waiting for her mom to come pick her up from her nap, the light switched on and a small squeal erupted from those tiny lips. "Buenos dias mamitaaaa, helloooo." Amora cooed reaching into the crib and sitting her baby on her hip. "Let's go bother daddy." She whispered.

Oscar was outside working on his car, as usual, the hood up blocking his view. The front door closed as Amora's bare feet touched the grass, the closer she got her toes came into his peripheral view, he stood up to the surprise of his daughter who was now awake.

"Hola bonitaaa, hi my love." Emilia wasted no time abandoning her mom for her dad. Amora pouted handing her over. "I think we made mommy jealous."

"Whatever."

He tugged on her hand pulling her closer leaning down for a kiss, a small number of cheers coming from down the street. She shook her head seeing the Santos three houses down across the street hollering at them. "You better get it jefe, we want a boy too."

Oscar flipped them off and they cackled going back to their activities. "I mean, speaking of."

Amora raised her eyebrows. "You want another one already? Oscaaaar." She whined. "That's how your gonna sound when we make another one."

She punched him in his shoulder and he fake flinched. "Did you see that bean? Mommy hit me. Get her." He took the baby's hand swatting at the mother's face causing a fit of giggles to erupt resulting in her going back to her mother's arms.

Amora opened the car door sitting inside allowing Emilia to sit on her lap and grab the steering wheel. Oscar closed up the hood and grunted as he sat down on the passenger side joining them.

"Turning into an Abuelo already?"

"Make fun of me now but I'll be a sexy one."

She fake gagged. "You start getting wrinkly and I'm outta here."

He shrugged. "Easier access for the hynas."

Her jaw dropped as she pulled his big ears. He looked at her with the purest love in his eyes, she blushed looking away but he took his finger turning her back to him. "I still make you nervous huh?"

"Yea."

"Good. It's cute."

She sucked her teeth before he inched closer to her capturing her in a sweet kiss that lingered, sending electricity through her body.

"Ba!"

The two laughed at the noise Emilia made. Her little hand wrapped around his large finger and she smiled. There was truly no place he'd rather be.

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I’m trynna fit in those sweatpants tho

Problem

Melanie was infuriated and even then she wasn't sure if that described the anger that rushed through her veins. Her weekend plans were in motion, she had a date tonight that she was excited about considering she was basically a parent to her own sister she had little to no free time for herself, so when her sister went out of town to their aunt's house for the weekend she was ready to let loose.

Melanie had begun talking to someone not too long ago, someone who was sweet to her, who she liked and was hoping to start a relationship with but her fantasy world came crashing down when he got involved.

"I could fucking strangle you!" She screamed.

The night had gone great, her date picked her up, brought her flowers, and they drove off to their reservations-- the food was lovely, the conversation was flowing and neither of them wanted the night to end so they decided to go for a walk around a nearby park. Little did the young lady know there was someone keeping eye on her the whole night, a predator watching his prey.

Oscar chuckled closing the door.

"Why is that shit funny to you Diaz!? I can't even have a good night without your bullshit!"

Oscar, aka Spooky, and Melanie's relationship was complicated to most even herself would wonder all the what if's after their multiple interactions. But that's all they were. Interactions. She'd found herself caught up in his bed or his in hers when her sister went to sleep, sometimes they'd just talk or cuddle and fall asleep but for the majority, they'd go at it like rabbits. Her friends often teased her how that dick had her sprung off him but she'd deny it til the dogs come home.

Melanie had figured that nothing romantic would ever happen between them so she decided to branch out and find herself someone stable enough and this guy seemed like the one, but that was clearly over now.

Once they arrived at the park her date noticed someone was following them, he nudged her notifying her of the tall brooding man behind them but she let out a long sigh when she realized it was Oscar. She told him to ignore him and that he wouldn't do anything but another man was walking in their direction though she recognized him too, Sad Eyes.

The two did their best to intimidate her partner and it worked, he told her he'd call her another time but they both knew that was a lie. And now it felt like she was back at square one.

Oscar shuffled to the couch grabbing the remote and flipping through channels while she paced back and forth cursing him out in Spanish. "Ay! Pendejo! Hijo de puta! Te odio!"

"No, you don't." He confidently said. "I do actually." She stomped off to her room to remove the clothes she had on, slipping off her heels and resting them next to her full-length mirror, next to go was her jewelry she placed every piece back where she got it. "Stupid motherfucker." She mumbled under her breath.

Melanie whined trying to reach for her zipper, it was already a miracle that she got it to go up now she was struggling to get it down. Heavy footsteps soon entered her bedroom and cold hands ran down her exposed back. She looked up at the young man through their reflection. "Just unzip, stop being annoying."

Oscar found it amusing when he ruined her potential dates, the way she'd get so angry after, knowing they'd be back to their own games. It was a sick and probably twisted thing to think and do but it is what it is in his opinion.

His eyes ran down her skin examining the tattoo that covered her spine, his favourite thing to look at when he was behind— well aside from seeing the way her ass recoiled every time their hips collided. He slowly and carefully unzipped her dress, his hands exploring her waist and shimmying up her torso just under her breasts, she didn't protest nor did she want to.

Spooky was that forbidden fruit that God told Eve not to touch, she couldn't get enough of him, he knew her body like a fat kid knows what time the ice cream truck was coming. He knew what made her whimper, her toes crack, her body twist— the spots on her skin that made her giggle, knew all the right things to say and do. She cursed herself for falling for him knowing this was just supposed to be a quick fuck.

The hair on his chin tickled her shoulder when he rested his head in the crook of her neck, soft lips contacting with her skin, chest pressed against her back. He glanced up at the mirror. "I'm still mad at you." She whispered fighting hell and high waters not to moan.

"Mmm, I'm sorry baby."

Melanie rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me that."

Oscar hesitated. "What do you prefer? Mi Amor? Mamita? Chiquita?" He smirked returning to her neck.

"Why do you do this to me?" A rhetorical question but she would've loved an answer. Why did he like to call her all these pet names, cuddle with her, give her forehead kisses and all the cute foolishness but wasn't going to cuff her?

He slowly pulled down her dress kissing along her naked skin, down to the back of her thighs, he looked up noticing she really wasn't here— physically she was but her head in the clouds. "I'm not in the mood Spooky."

He closed his eyes and sighed, he lowkey hated when she called him by his street name. Melanie removed herself from his hold in search of her pyjamas, he watched her put on her night clothes and grab her makeup wipes venturing off to her bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

Was he serious?

"Are you smoking too much weed or something? You ruined my date because you're fucking selfish."

Oscar leaned against the bathroom wall. "I don't get you," she continued. "Yeah okay at the start we both knew we were just fucking, but the sappy shit you do with me, you spend the night, you'll stay the morning sometimes, you show up to my work just to say hi, I mean what is all of that Spooky?"

Oscar wasn't a person who really expressed how he felt, in a way, it was humiliating being vulnerable he didn't want to be shut down and rejected for it, so he just didn't bother with it. However, being with Melanie was definitely a change. He smiled whenever her name popped up on his phone, the long-lasting FaceTime calls, the sweet messages he'd get from her saying she was thinking about him, they'd formed some sort of bond over the few months and he enjoyed it.

But he didn't have an answer for her. Well, he didn't want to answer her.

"That's what the fuck I thought."

Oscar grumbled. "It's really not that serious Mel."

"It is serious. You are a fucking problem Oscar, you don't want to date me, YOU KNOW you don't want to date me and that's fine, that's not my issue, my issue is that you seem like you don't want to share me."

He didn't.

She resumed. "If you're not going to claim me, or date me, then I'm not going to be pinned to you. It's nothing wrong with me seeing what's out there. This is not the first time you've ruined a date and I doubt it'd be the last."

Oscar was starting to feel guilty about his actions, the irritation in her voice was starting to get to him and he knew she was serious about what she was saying. Melanie didn't beat around the bush like the rest, she didn't care who you were if you were the Queen of England or the King of the streets, she'd let you know what she thought of you good or bad. She brushed past him walking down the hall back to the living room.

"You should go, I have work tomorrow."

He didn't like that dry, plain and simple tone. "Mel, come on man."

"Goodnight Oscar." She coldly responded not even looking at him when she said, he sucked his teeth and left her house she flinched hearing the door slam. She was over it tonight, completely, and utterly over it.

Physically I’m here.

Mentally I’m having hot sex with my favourite fictional character.

Peaches, O. Diaz

warnings:  s m u t 🥵 18+. public s e x, unprotected s e x 

word count: 2.3k

A/N: Fina-fkn-ly I have written Oscar smut! You would think with this blog dedicated around him that I would have done so already. Who doesn’t like the Santos party + sex? I am not @youare-mysonshine​, who has the best damn Oscar smut on this site, I am but her apprentice, LOL. Enjoy! And please don’t forget to follow, heart, comment, reblog and turn on those notifs for when I post something new. Lots of love!! Thank you for +800 followers!

(gif credit goes to @merakiaes 🦋)

“So it took your brother being shot for you to come around?”

You hear from behind you, as you swivel in your spot there is the man of the hour. Spooky is celebrating his 25th birthday and a victory in showing Prophet$ what’s good with last nights showdown.

A small smile forms on your lips as you briefly look away from him to avoid the red hue on your cheeks worsening. Oscar definitely has a way with women, it doesn’t take much for him to have the ladies swooning, or on their knees. And it’s no secret he prefers the latter. 

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