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Oscar Diaz

Jailbait pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5  pt.6 pt.7 (black oc) Second Wardrobe (black oc) Lost (asian oc) Spoiled (black reader) Claimed? (black reader) Daddy Diaz (black reader) Mini Matchmaker (black reader) New Rider (black reader) Stop the Tension (black reader)

Young Oscar Math Class (black oc)

Cesar Diaz Coming Soon

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Stop the Tension

Summary: After getting your hair braided for the summer Oscar helps you rub oil on your scalp to relieve some of the tension Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Genre: Fluff Visuals

I watched as all the houses we passed by blend into a blur through the window. I wasn't able to truly focus on the environment that we were driving by. All I could focus on was the tight sensation on my scalp. Each part having its own different level of tension, and the braids having a slightly heavier weight that was almost unfamiliar. Whenever I move my head the slightest bit the weight shifts and the sharp pain takes turns on which side it wants to travel to, but at the same time I hear the nostalgic click and clack of the beads as they bounce off of each other. I lean my head against the window of the passenger window of Oscar's car and close my eyes. I feel his warm hand rub circles onto my exposed thigh.

"You okay, Mami" Oscar asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

"My head just hurts"

"I don't understand why you keep going back to that shop, knowing damn well that they be braiding tight as hell" he said slightly annoyed

"I want them to last Oscar. I don't have the time or money to be sitting up in a chair whenever I need my braids refreshed, because that shit was all loosey goosey"

"I have the money and time to take you to someone who isnt gonna braid your thoughts to the point where its gonna give you a headache" he chuckled

"They got the touch Oscar. You know them African Aunties be gripping with the strength of the ancestors whenever they braid"

Oscar and I made eye contact as we pulled up into the driveway of his house, and all we could do is laugh and smile at each other.

"You stupid for saying that" he said flashing his beautiful smile at me as he tries to hold back more of his laughs.

"Nah nigga you stupid. 'Braiding my thoughts' who fucking thinks of that" I say lightly hitting his shoulder as I laugh

"We're both stupid so get your dumbass in the house and I'll rub oil on your scalp to help loosen the braids up a little bit"

The moment the word oil left his lips I was already unbuckling my seatbelt and halfway out the door.

"Damn where you going" Oscar said grabbing my hand

"You said you were gonna rub oil on my scalp"

"Yea but why you rushing" he chuckled

"You dont gotta tell me twice. Hurry up papi"

The way I was rushing to the door you would've thought that Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kreuger, the fucking Candyman or whatever scary shit that haunts your dreams was chasing me. All I know is that I was way too fucking excited for Oscar to put his fingers to good use on my scalp. The feeling of oil being rubbed into your scalp is an already enjoyable experience whether it be done by yourself or by someone else, but it's just something about Oscar that takes the feeling to a whole new level of almost ecstasy.

"Chop chop you got work to do"

"Damn patience is virtue (y/n)" Oscar said walking at the slowest pace I've ever seen. At first glance you wouldn't think he was moving until you see the dumb look on his face.

"Why you playing with me"

"Just be patient I'mma get there" he chuckles

"In like 40 fucking years, by the time you get here i'll be old ass grandma with a bunch of grandkids"

"Do you think our grandkids would be cute"

"Who said they were related to you. Keep this shit up and I might start homie hopping"

In the blink of an eye Oscar was towering over me on his porch

"That shit ain't funny (y/n)"

"Oh now you wanna stop playing when I wanna joke around"

"That didn't sound like a joke it sounded more like a warning" he says as he unlocks the door

"Good then you got my message loud and clear" I say smiling at him

"Hurry up and get your ass on the couch"

I giddily skipped over to the couch and sat down waiting for Oscar to bring over the oil. He walked out with a dropper bottle of the Mielle rosemary and mint hair oil.

"Oh okay I see you Mr. Big Baller bringing out the expensive oil. I feel all special"

"Shut up it was 15 dollars"

"Yea but look at this tiny ass bottle. I could've bought 3 bottles of wild growth with that money"

"Do you want your scalp oiled or no"

"Okay I'll shut up, go ahead and do your job"

I turned around and instantly felt the slick oil travel along the parts on my scalp. As Oscar moves the braids out of the way to get to different sections he rubs his fingers in a circular motions working the oil into my scalp. It felt heavenly the way his fingers glided between my braids. The cooling sensation of the oil easing the tension whilst lifting the pain leaving nothing but the feeling of his strong hands massaging my scalp.

"This is how bitches fall in love you know. You over here massaging you manifestations into my brain"

"So that means I should do this more often if I want you to stay in love with me"

"Yup, do this shit once a week and i'll be putty in your hands" I say closing my eyes

"You're already putty in my hands"

"Nigga shut up"

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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

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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)”

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Daddy Diaz

Summary: You’re the teacher of an eight year old girl named Diana Diaz. Pairing: SingleFather!Oscar x Teacher!Reader POC Visuals Warning: If you are not a POC (specifically black women) some things mentioned/said may offend you. All things said in reference to PWOC (people without color) can be proven true. PWOC heed at your own risk lol.

I grabbed all my supplies out of my car and began to walk towards Brentwood Elementary (ik its not creative). As I heard my heels click and clack against the freshly cleaned tile floors of the hallway I thought about the long unnecessary conferences I would be having with my students’ parents. The principal mandated that all teacher must have face to face conferences with parents to discuss the progress of the students. I say that is useless because I had already held a parent teacher conference last week, but the principal only wants us to re-hold (is that english??) the conferences because of the observers that are supposed to be visiting. 

“Ms. (L/N)” 

A scratchy voice boomed through the hallways. I turned to see that it was Mrs.Adams the 4th grade history teacher. I turned to face her with a half hearted smile.

“Good morning Mrs.Adams. Can I help you with something”

“I just wanted to remind you that the observers were coming today and I was wondering if you were going to fix your hair”

She said this with a look of distaste.

“I don’t know what you mean Mrs. Adams. Can you be more specific as to what is wrong with my hair” 

I was biting my tongue trying not to waste any of my energy on this white lady’s shenanigans.

“I mean it’s just so unprofessional. Did you forget that the observers are coming today, because I don’t think you would’ve come to school consciously with your hair looking like that”

The more she talked the stronger I had to suppress myself from unleashing a whole world of hurt upon this white lady. She knows what she’s doing. She wants me to act out in front of the guests and parents. She’s had it out for me every since I transferred into the history department. It’s pretty obvious what her problem with my hair or should I say her problem with me is. Just before I could say something I felt a strong somewhat reassuring hand land on my shoulder. Just as I turned my head to see the owner of this reassuring hand a deep commanding voice began to softly echo off of the walls of the hallway.

“Don’t you think it’s pretty unprofessional to comment on a co-worker’s appearance” 

A tall Latino man wearing grey coveralls with a name tag that read Oscar spoke.

“I wasn’t making a comment on her appearance i was simply making a suggestion. I’m entitled to voice my opinion, don’t you have some floors to clean” Mrs. Adams glared at Oscar with a condescending tone.

“Keep your opinions to yourself, nobody cares for what you have to say. I’m actually here for the parent teacher conference, but i don’t know about having my child in a school with such a racist bitch like you” he glared back at her.

Mrs.Adams’ jaw dropped. She had just insulted a parent this could be the end of her career. 

“I definitely hope yo ass aint Ms. L/N because then I think we might have a fucking problem”

“Actually I am Ms. L/N. If you follow me I can lead you to the classroom and we can begin the conference” I spoke up as I politely pushed Oscar away from Mrs. Adams.

As we walked away from Mrs. Adams Oscar sent her the evilest stank eye I have ever seen. I would personally never want to be on the receiving end of his glances of disgust, because if looks could kill Mrs. Adams would drop dead in the blink of Oscar’s eye. 

I fumbled with my classroom keys as I attempted to make small talk with Oscar. 

“Thank you for intervening Oscar. It’s too early for me to handle her” I said with a hand gesture in her direction. (i didn't know how to describe the specific hand gesture but if you know you know) 

“No problem Maestra, but how you know my name? Did we fuck?” he smirked.

I quickly opened the door and replied with a swift No.

“Then how you know my name Oscar Morenita “

“Your name tag. Your name is literally plastered across your chest” 

“You checking me out Maestra” He stepped closer to me and stared at me playfully.

“Maybe” I matched his playful energy and smirked at him. 

I know i’ve been gone for a long ass time and this is hella short, but I just wanted to show y’all i’m still alive cuz some of yall seemed a lil worried. Tell me if I should turn this into a mini series✨

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Claimed?

Request:Hey if you’re taking requests could you do an angst to fluff kind of imagine with spooky? A soft ending would be amazing🥺 thank you!!😊

Summary: Whenever someone saw her they automatically knew who she was. She was Spooky’s girl, but apparently this was common knowledge to everyone. Everyone but you.  Pairing: Black Reader x Oscar Diaz Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff Word Count: 643

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As I walked home from school I had 34+35 by Arianna grande blasting in my airpods. The sun felt so nice on my skin and I felt the wind slightly breeze past some of my stray strands of hair. It was such a nice day outside and I couldn’t help but stop on the sidewalk and close my eyes. I took in a deep breath and let out. I felt as if a huge load had been lifted off of my shoulders as I stopped to take a breath and appreciate the lovely California breeze. When I opened my eyes I saw a semi tall man standing in front of me. He was a medium tan with brown eyes and small lips. The more I looked at the more I started to recognize his features, Ricky. Ricky was the new kid who transferred a week ago and he sits behind me in statistics. Apparently he transferred from somewhere in California that was “Santos territory”, but he had to be re-initiated for some gang reasons that Cesar wouldn’t explain to me. 

“Whatcha doin standing in the middle of the sidewalk breathin all hard and shit like a crackhead?”

“It’s a really pretty day today” I said looking up at the clouds.

Ricky grabbed my face and me look at him.

“You know you’re suppose to look at someone when they’re talking to you”

“But the clouds are so pretty” I said trying to move my face away from his/

“Are you disrespecting me bitch?” he grinned.

“No, and get your hands off of my face before I really start getting disrespectful”

“I’m a motha fucking santos. You don’t disrespect me bitch” he started to tighten his grip on my face. 

“AY AY WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINKING YOU DOIN FRESHY” someone yelled from across the street. I couldn’t see who it was but I could recognize the voice. It was Sad Eyes.

“Don’t worry about it big homie this little cunt was looking down on me because I’m a Santos. I just wanted to teach her a lesson”

“Liar” i said outloud.

“I wasn’t talking to you bitch” 

He pushed me down hella hard.

“yo the freshy just pushed jefita (lil boss lady/ boss lady)” one of the guys with sad eyes said.

“AY YOU CANT BE TOUCHIN ON HER LIKE THAT” sad eyes said as he ran up on ricky and pushed him against a fence

“Joker ven aqui help the Spooky’s girl up”

“Spooky’s girl” Ricky repeated. He looked as if he was going to pass out.

“What do you mean Spooky’s girl?” I asked as Joker helped me get off the ground. 

“I claimed you” I heard a deep voice say behind me.

“Oscar”

“You good mamita” he said stepping up to me. His eyes immediately went to my cheek and chin area. He lightly touched my sensitive skin and I flinched. 

“I’ll deal with you later” He said glaring daggers at Ricky. I felt oscar grab my hand and lead me away from Ricky.

“What’s a claim” 

“How have you lived in this hood for your whole life and not know what a claim is?” he laughed at me.

“When my mom was around she didn’t like me knowing about the gang life even though my dad was apart of the Santos”

“I claimed you. That means you’re mine and no one else can have you”

“what the fuck Oscar” i said pulling my hand away from his.

“It’s for protection bebita”

“But you’re making me sound like an object oscar”

“I know you’re not an object. I just don’t want anyone else to be around you or touch you” he said putting his hand on my shoulder.

“So what does this mean for us” 

“It means you’re mine” he said gently grabbing my chin “And I’m yours jefita” 

Oscar pulled me into a kiss, and I didn’t pull away. 

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Math Class

Summary: Inspired by J.Cole’s song Wet Dreamz

She was in my math class

Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass

Sat beside me, used to laugh at mad jokes

The teacher always got mad so we passed notes

It started off so innocent

Pairing: Black OC x Young Oscar Diaz

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 406

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I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and I turn to my desk partner Oscar Diaz. Oscar Diaz is 6′4, football quarterback, and overall dreamy. I wouldn’t be surprised if girls are constantly throwing themselves at him, because he is drop dead gorgeous. Most girls would say that he is to die for, and some girls take that too literal. The day that Oscar stumbled into class and decided to sit next to me was the day that I almost died. I can’t keep track of how many death threats I’ve received, and the amount of rumors that were started about me. Bitches be bonkers.

“What do you want Oscar”

“Did you write down the formula for inverse functions?”

“Yea” I said as I passed him my notes.

“This bitch is going to fast. She could slow down a little bit it’s not like she has anywhere important to go after this”

“Maybe she has a hot date”

“A hot date? With who? Her thirty cats” 

“Oscar shhhhh” I said laughing

“Why it’s not like she’s going to do anything. All she does is steal notes from google, and sit at her desk watching novelas” 

“What if she gives us a punishment”

“I dont give a f u c k Keisha” he said like the man from the video,

Here’s the video if you haven’t seen it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUdtTwZdCAE 

This made me laugh a lot, because Oscar knows that A Haunted House is one of my favorite movies.

“Yo shhhh, she looking” Oscar said,

“Why she looking like that”,

“Maybe she trynna fight” Oscar said sizing her up.

All I could do is laugh.

“You think I could take her?” 

“No Oscar copy the notes”

“Nah, I think I can take her”

“OSCAR AND LILIANNA IS THERE SOMETHING YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE WITH THE REST OF THE CLASS” Ms.Winters asked.

Oscar stood up and looked at me, I shook my head.

“Yea, You trynna fight or what Ms.WInters” Oscar asked.

The whole class erupted in laughter and Ms.WInters looked pissed.

She immediately sent us to principals office.

“Oscar I told you she was going to do this. I don’t like getting in trouble” I said as we were waiting outside the principal’s office.

“You like the person who likes trouble”

“And you look like trouble”

“Does this mean you like me Morenita” he asked smirking at me

“Maybe” 

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Spoiled

Summary: Oscar doesn’t think twice about showering Lilianna with gifts. He could spend close to ten thousands dollars on her in a day, and he wouldn’t even regret it. He pretty much spoils her. 

Pairing: Black Reader x Oscar Diaz

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 682

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“Baby I’m bored” I said walking up to Oscar.

“What do you want to do mamas?” he asked wrapping his arms around me.

“Oscar I don’t know. What do you want to do?” 

“We could go to the mall” he said kissing my cheek.

“Yea, we can go to the mall”.

Oscar grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter, then grabbed my wrist and led me out of his house. We walked outside and he told all his homies that he was going to be busy and that he didn’t want to be bothered for a couple of hours. They automatically assumed that Oscar and I were sneaking off to do some freaky shit, so they began to make dirty comments. I rolled my eyes as Oscar opened the passenger car door for me.

“Wow, such a gentleman” I said sarcastically while getting into Oscar’s ruby red Impala.

“You know you love it, don’t act like you don’t” he said closing my door. 

As Oscar drove towards the mall he held my hand. He always did cute things like this. He always needed to have physical contact with me in some way. Whether it be hand holding, having his arms around me, or even just placing his hand somewhere on my body. Sometimes he would just put his hand on my thigh while we were sitting down, or he’d put his hand on my shoulder if I was sitting and he was standing. Oscar loves PDA (public display of affection), and sometimes when he feels really needy he would hug me randomly. It doesn’t bother me. I actually think it’s really cute, because he’s like my big teddy bear. 

“We’re here bebita” 

Oscar and I walked around the mall and everytime I looked at a store for longer than ten seconds he would drag me into the store. If I touched something he would insist on me trying it on, and whenever i said I liked something he would automatically buy it for me. 

“Oscar you really didn’t have to buy me all these things”

“No I had to, because I like spending money on you”

“At least let me carry some of the bags” I said reaching for one of the bags,

“No” he said then moving the bags away from me.

“How long has it been since you got your nails done, princesa” he asked.

“Around a year. Why?”

Before Oscar could answer my question he started dragging me into the nail salon. 

“Pick whatever you want”

“Oscar you don’t have to. Nails can become expensive really quick”

“Princesa hush. I told you to pick out whatever you want. So pick what you want”

I picked out a soft baby blue that faded into a nude ombre with small clouds and butterfly designs. Half way through the nail process Ocar asked me if I was hungry. I told him yes and he went out and bought me spicy chicken nuggets from Wendy’s. He fed me nuggets as the nail tech finished up my nails.

“Thank you Oscar. Today was really fun” I said as Oscar drove back to his house.

“And you acted like you didn’t want the things I bought you” he said chuckling.

“I felt bad that you were spending so much money on me”

“If I didn’t want to buy you things I wouldn’t have offered. Don’t feel bad I like giving you things”

“But-”

“No buts you’re mi princesa, and you shouldn’t be treated as anything less than that”

When Oscar and I got back to his house all of homies immediately started to make comments about all the bags.

“Damn, somebody is spoiled” Joker said.

“Yea, she is” Oscar said smiling at me as he put my bags inside the house.

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Second Wardrobe

Summary: Lilianna is 5′4 and Oscar is 6′4. Basically he’s a fucking giant in her eyes, and Lilianna is a dwarf in his. Lilianna is always stealing Oscar’s clothes, and he is constantly getting mad her. 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

Word Count: 575

Pairing: Black OC x Oscar Diaz

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Oscar invited me to his house for a small house date. I walked into his house and headed straight towards his room.

“Hold the fuck up” Oscar said running into the room.

“Is that my fucking flannel”

“Yes. Isn’t it cute on me?” I said batting my eyelashes at him.

“Yea it looks cute on you bebita”

“So what movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know to be honest, but watching you for a couple hours could be more interesting” he said pulling me onto his bed.

“Oscar that sounds fucking creepy”

“It’s not cree.... hOLD up is that my bandana?”

“Yes, it is. We should watch Never Have I Ever. Flaca told me that it was really good”

“Don’t change the topic so fucking fast”

“Shhhh, the show is starting”

Lilianna cuddled up to Oscar as the intro to Never Have I Ever started to play on Oscar’s TV, but Oscar couldn’t take his eyes off of Lilianna. He wasn’t looking at her in the cute in love way. He was inspecting her to see what thing she stole from me. The more things that he noticed, the more upset he got. Oscar isn’t the sharing is caring type of person. He didn’t like when other people touched his things, but Lilianna was different. She wasn’t other people, she was his girlfriend. So he didn’t mind when she touched or wore some of his things, but everybody has there limits. 

“Is that my fucking Virgen de Guadalupe chain?”

“Yes, and you’re so fucking sexy when you speak spanish” I said placing my hand on Oscar’s cheek.

“You’re not even Catholic”

“But it reminds me of you when I miss you”

“Aw, I’m sorry for yelling at you baby. Let me make it up to you” Oscar said.

He then began to kiss my neck and softly sucking small bruises onto my neck, His kisses got lower and lower as each second passed. As Oscar kissed down your chest to your stomach he noticed something in his peripherals.

“Is that my watch” Oscar said as his head shot up.

“Yes baby, It is. Keep going” I said as i pushed his back to his previous position. 

“Sorry baby”

Oscar went back to leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. He finally got to your pants and he started to unbuckle your belt until he noticed something.

“Is this my belt” 

“Baby shhhhhh”

He muttered something inaudible under his breath as he unbuckled the belt. When he finally freed you of the belt what he saw what laid underneath it pissed him off. You pushed all his buttons.

“OH HELL NAH. THAT’S IT” he yelled while standing up.

“What’s wrong baby?” you said as you leaned against his head board.

“You crossed the line Lilianna. Give me back all my shit” 

“But dont I look cu-” Oscar cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Don’t start with that cutesy bullshit. I want all my shit NOW”

As you began to take off his flannel you said,

“If I give you back all your stuff then I’ll be naked”

“I’m okay with that” he said smirking at you.

You pouted as you took off all of Oscar’s items and returned them to him.

“What am I suppose to wear now?”

“Your own shit”

“What’s the point of having a boyfriend if you cant wear his clothes” you said while crossing your arms.