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fern-writes-stories · 1 year

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Miguel O’hara Headcanons

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; I am so fucking unhinged about him. anyways 🧚✨✨

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x reader

✧ Summary: List of relationship headcanons for Miguel my bbg 😔<3 (smut and fluff) > > (tailored towards f! reader)

✧ Warnings: 18+/some NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, mentions of oral (f receiving), marking/biting kink, mentions of bondage, mentions of edging, discussion of size kink, discussion of orgasms (f), lmk if I missed any!!!!!!

>> Miguel loooooves using his fangs on you. Nothing too brutal usually; he loves biting your neck, biting your shoulders, biting the insides of your thighs, biting your lips- whatever he can quite literally sink his teeth into.

>> He is very needy when he wants to be and gets touch starved very quickly, especially in his line of work; where Miguel might be away for days (or even weeks) at a time.

>> Although, somehow, he’s still very reserved when you’re in public. Nothing more than brushing your hand with his and giving you dreamy glances.

>> But once the two of you are away from prying eyes he isn’t afraid to kiss your neck or caress your thighs in a casual sense.

>> Miguel is positively crazy about you, and as such wants to make you feel so undeniably good that he will do damn near anything and everything to achieve that and get you to orgasm as many times as possible during sex.

>> For the same reason he loves giving you oral, and would do it for hours if the universe allowed him to. While he’s not stressed about receiving it in return, preferring to pleasure you, he won’t object if you offer it every once and a while. But in the end he’s quite happy to eat you out to your heart’s content.

>> Miguel alwaysss talks you through sex, and though he’ll degrade you if you ask he’s all the more about praising you for everything you do.

>> Especially in Spanish; “Eres mi niña buena, ¿no?” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you?), “Usted está haciendo tan bien, mami,” (You’re doing so well, mami,), etc.

>> Speaking of which, he has an endless supply of Spanish pet names for you. Cariño, mami, hermosa, mi cielo, mi amor, princesa and chiquita to name a few.

>> Definitely has a size kink. Just look at this fucking unit of a guy!!!!!! He loves how small you are when he looms over you in bed, how he can easily caress any part of your body with his calloused hands, how dainty (in his mind) you are compared to him. It makes him feel protective of you, too; like he’s the only person in the entire multiverse capable enough to keep you safe and happy.

>> If you asked him to pick his favourite body part of yours he wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer, he worships your entire body. Your supple breasts, your soft thighs, your sleek shoulders and tender neck, your hands which fit so perfectly entwined in his, and that preciosa (gorgeous) face of yours which he loves to kiss and admire; especially when you’re all hot steamy from sex.

>> He loves an s/o with a bit of chub, too. So much more of your delicious body for him to trail kisses across, run his hands over, to hold when he’s fucking you senseless.

>> Although Miguel loves pleasuring you he doesn’t shy away from teasing and edging, and a lot of the time he insists that you beg for your climax. He can’t help it; he just loves how you look on your knees, pleading for him to finish you off. It drives him mad with lust and you never shy away from such requests.

>> He goes crazy for any and all noises you make during sex and it’s a huge turn on for him. It lets him know how good he’s making you feel and he relishes every moan and squeak- and that fact alone nearly sends him over the edge.

>> He is so unabashedly gentle with you though, especially given his enhanced senses and abilities. There was the odd occasion where he had lost control once or twice and unintentionally roughed you up with his claws- not that you were ever excessively injured.

>> It didn’t matter to Miguel, though, because he would apologise for days and days on end regardless and do everything he could to make up for it, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the mark every day until it was gone.

>> But he’d be lying if he said there weren’t a part of him deep down that secretly enjoyed it- seeing you marked, by him, walking around with physical proof on your body that you were his and his alone.

>> He felt the same about whenever he left hickies or bite marks behind on your skin, drinking in the feeling it gave him like it was a drug.

>> If you ever feel the desire to spice up the sex you two enjoyed, Miguel is more than happy to incorporate his webs as a form of bondage. He adored the way it tied you together below him, wrapped up like a present on Christmas day just for him.

>> On that note, Miguel is never too worried about trying new sex concepts. He is open to every idea, of course, and enjoys the way you will occasionally present a new idea to him. The way you always ask him so shyly makes him want to fuck you right then and there and he laps the sensation up every time.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 2 years

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Run Princess Run || Vaas Montenegro

A/n: as a special treat for Halloween - it's a little late -, I decided to write one final prompt. Please enjoy. The theme is choking.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, choking, dirty talk, death, female reader, my terrible Spanish translations.

Tag list: @trashlord-007

No Minors Allowed!!

You're insane. You have to be to propose such an idiotic game with a man as unhinged and unpredictable as Vaas Montenegro. But you crave freedom and a deal with the devil is the only option. The other is much worse.

Your chances are slim; Vaas makes a point to remind you and the other four assets of this as he leads you blindfolded into the jungle with an entourage of armed pirates, leaving you without a weapon or a sense of direction, only a reminder that your time is ticking.

The rules are simple: find the beach. Vaas claims that there is a motor boat near the shore and that it will take you away from the Rook Islands. But the catch is that you must survive him and the jungle.

"And all of this," Vaas had declared, motioning around. He had yanked your blindfold down just to emphasize his point. "All of this is my fucking jungle. Do you understand, princesa (princess)?"

All you could do was nod and watch him walk away, counting seconds like a kid who was acting as the seeker in a game of hide and seek.

It's an obvious warning. He wants you to know that you can't outrun him. But you are going to try. When the pirates are out of earshot, you take a moment to compose yourself. The man beside you, wearing a Polo shirt and beige cargo jeans removes his blindfold and takes a cautious look around. You nod to show him that it's OK.

"It's safe now darling," he utters, addressing the woman beside him. With a struggle, he removes the dark cloth from her tear-stained face; she shakes her head in protest.

"It's not safe. We're not safe," she argues.

She's right about that.

Her husband, Polo, grabs her hands to comfort her and whispers under his breath to her. In the meantime, the two other men remove their blinds; the youngest looking, a college student, searches the jungle floor for something. You raise a curious brow.

"What are you looking for?" You ask him.

"Something I can use as a weapon, he answers.

The fourth asset, a dark-haired man scoffs.

"Are you stupid man? Those assholes have machine guns and knives bigger than our damn arms. You can't expect to––"

"That's enough!" Polo shouts. He takes an uneasy breath and lowers his voice. "Please. You're scaring my wife."

Mr. Negative turns up his eyes, uttering something under his breath about her needing to be scared. You stare at him a moment in annoyance; he's going to be an issue, and then you walk over to the Scholar and help him search.

"Thank you," he utters.

"It's no problem," you reply with a grin.

Having a weapon is a smart idea. It might not help you against Vaas and his men, but the animals of the jungle are fierce. The Scholar finds a fallen branch from one of the trees and shows it to you in elation.

"This we can use," he states. "I just need to break it down a bit first and then maybe practice some swings."

You agree with a nod.

"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news here, but you heard mohawk guy. We only have until twenty fucking Mississippi before he and his men start hunting us," Mr. Negative mentions.

"His name is Vaas," you utter, correcting him. "But you're right. We probably have less time than that depending on how he feels."

Mr. Negative raises a brow.

"What does it matter? I wasn't aware that you were such an expert on the fucker."

You take a deep breath. He's new to Vaas' little island; they all are. None of them know how turn of the coin his personality is.

"Trust me," you mention with a snap. "You don't want to upset Vaas. We might be on the guests of honor list but that won't mean shit if you disrespect him."

Mr. Negative narrows his eyes. "It's your damn fault we're out here. What the fuck were you thinking?"

You want freedom; that is what you are thinking.

The young man beside you points the stick at him in a warning.

"This is our chance to get out of here. Before you go pointing fingers at someone, you need to understand that we were only going to be sold if we stayed in those cages, or worse," he argues, defending you.

He's right. You have seen so many come and go in your time with the pirates; some barely made it a day.

"Whatever," Mr. Negative utters, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Can we at least walk or fucking run while we figure this out?"

In agreement with him, the group begins to tread through the jungle. No one has a clue where the beach is and knowing Vaas he most likely put them so far away from it that they have no chance of finding it. You take an uneasy breath. As much as you don't want to admit it, your little group has no chance.

"Woah! Stop. Stop."

You halt and glance at Polo in concern. Did he see something? Perhaps Vaas caught up to the group sooner than expected. You take a look around, but you don't see anything.

"Don't move," he orders. His wife clings to him in fear. "I saw something move."

Pointing to something in the distance, you narrow your eyes. At first, you see the trees; elephant ear-shaped leaves hang down in the path ahead. But then you see it. Your eyes widen in fear; it's not good.

"It's just some damn birds," Mr. Negative argues with a snort.

You shoot him a look of disbelief.

"Those are not just some damn birds; those are cassowaries. They are very fast and very aggressive."

You have seen what one of them can do to an unarmed man; two, you imagine is much worse.

"What do you purpose we do then? We don't have time to sneak around them," Mr. Negative asks.

"We need to make time," you argue. Somehow you doubt even sneaking around them will keep them ignorant.

He scoffs.

"We don't fucking have time––"

"I can distract them," Polo interrupts.

You widen your eyes. He's as insane as you.

"I'll make some loud noises and draw them away from the path," Polo adds.

He's serious about this.

"No," the Wife begs. "Please don't leave me here."

"I'm not, darling. I'm going to lead them away, and then I will circle back once I've lost them and meet you at the beach."

He doesn't even know where the beach is, but if the Scholar is correct, then the dense jungle should lead out somewhere close to it. The idea is absurd, but perhaps it might work.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask.

Polo nods.

"Please watch after my wife until I return."

You frown, wishing that he had never asked you to do such a thing. You aren't certain that you can even watch after yourself. However, you nod and walk over to her side, giving her a brief smile.

The Scholar steps forward and hands the broken stick to Polo.

"You might have better use of this than us."

Polo thanks him and takes it. He grips the bark in his hand and walks up the path a bit. With a shout, he waves the stick, drawing the attention of the two cassowaries from their food search. One bellows out with a screech and runs after him; the other stays behind for a moment – you think it may not leave – but then follows, chasing Polo further into the jungle.

You wish him luck.

"Stop standing around with your thumb up your asses and let's go," Mr. Negative orders.

You give him a heated look. He's right, but fuck he's annoying. The Wife grabs onto your shirt and follows closely behind you as Mr. Negative leads the group on.

Hearing the crash of the tide, you can't believe that the beach is in sight. Your heart races as you walk out into the sand, staring into the distance as the ocean. It's a dream come true. You made it.

"Look over there," the Scholar orders, pointing to something.

You turn your attention over, noticing the motorboat on the shoreline. Oh shit! It's there. You can't believe it. Mr. Negative rushes towards it in a hurry; you and the others follow. It appears to be in working condition. There are no holes or rust; nothing but a bag resting in the bottom beneath one of the seats. You raise a brow.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Mr. Negative orders.

He grabs the side of the boat in an attempt to push it into the water, but the Wife stops him.

"What about my husband? We can't leave him here."

The Scholar narrows his eyes.

"The fuck we can't," he snaps. "He's probably already dead."

"What is wrong with you? He stayed behind to make sure we got away from those cassowaries. We can wait a few minutes longer; we made it to the beach, didn't we? Vaas gave his word."

You hum to back his claim, walking over to the bag. Did Vaas or someone else put it in the boat? The two men continue to argue as you lean down to unzip it; the scent of tar permeates the air. Immediately, your eyes widen in horror.

Several bricks of Composite C4 are stacked on one another and linked to a transmitter; the red light indicates that they are armed. Fuck! Tears blur your vision for a moment but you notice a sheet of paper in the corner nearly crushed beneath the bricks.

Run.

A heart is drawn beside it.

Your eyes widen. Turning, you observe the tree line. He's out there, watching. But where?

"It's a trap! We need to run!"

The Scholar turns and sees the bag. He grabs your hand and yanks you away from the boat; the two others react quickly and follow suit. And as expected, the boat explodes with an ear-piercing bang and rains debris onto the beach. You cover your ears in protest, groaning as your head rings. Fuck, that hurts.

As the nagging noise fades, you jerk in fear as the sound of gunfire pierces the air. From the tree line walks Vaas and with him are the armed pirates. You shoot him a heated look; he lied.

The man in question claps his hands.

"So close princesa (princess). So fucking close."

"We made it! We beat you here!" Mr. Negative shouts in anger.

Vaas turns a heated glare at him.

"Was I fucking talking to you?! Shut your fucking mouth!"

Yanking his gun free he pulls back the hammer, then aims and shoots the man in the stomach.

The Wife cries out in horror and falls to her knees. You ignore her, keeping your annoyed attention on Vaas.

"You lied to me."

"¿Perdóname (pardon me)?" He asks with a curious look.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step closer. The Scholar questions your actions, but you ignore him.

"You never even searched for us, did you? You came right here and waited."

Vaas snorts and closes the distance, burying his fingers in your hair and resting the barrel of the gun beneath your chin. You shiver, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"You think you are so fucking smart. Hmm? Read me like a book," Vaas asks.

"Like a manual written in a language I can't make sense of, honestly," you reply.

He removes the gun from your chin and grins.

"I've offered to teach you Spanish, princesa (princess), but you are fucking deadset on no."

"It's... Hotter when I have no idea what you're saying," you admit. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

Vaas pulls you forward and kisses you roughly. You return the kiss with a hum.

"What the fuck?! You're in on this?!" You hear the Scholar ask in disbelief.

You part from Vaas and turn your attention to the man in question, groaning as the pirate runs his warm tongue over your ear.

"It was my idea. And you should thank me; seldom do hostages get a chance to escape. I'm just as upset as you are. I had a bet riding on--"

You grunt in pain as Vaas sinks his teeth into your neck. The said man parts from you and taps his finger on your forehead.

"Use your fucking ears next time, princesa (princess). I said all you motherfuckers had to cross the finish line."

He did say that, didn't he? Fuck! Polo never made it to the beach. You sigh in defeat.

"The jungle probably ate the other one up and spit him out," you mention. "I was so close."

"Next time you will listen better, no?" Vaas asks.

You nod in agreement, a bit let down that you had lost your chance at freedom; the freedom to do as you please.

"You sold us out for a bet?" The Wife asks in tears.

"Freedom has a price," you mention. Your face heats up in embarrassment. "Though I suppose making a bet on our lives just to have free reign was a bit unorthodox."

Vaas hums.

"I give you enough free reign. You are spoiled."

Perhaps. But you want to walk around the base without Carlos on your ass; it's annoying.

"But did you at least have fun? I wanted you to like it," you ask with a hopeful expression.

Vaas brings you forward and kisses you again. It's all the confirmation you need. An air of glee surrounds you and you slide your arms around him.

Parting from you, he glances over his shoulder and motions the gun toward the hostages.

"Stop fucking gawking pervertidos (perverts) and take these two back to the outpost. I have plans for them."

His men spring into action, rounding up the Wife and the Scholar; the latter shoots you a look of disgust as he passes by but you hide your face against Vaas' chest. It eats away at you, but at one time even you were a hostage. The island just has a way of infecting people who remain on it for too long. It had slowly driven you insane.

"He's not a bad asset," you mention beneath your breath, referring to the Scholar.

Vaas snorts.

"You wanna fuck him or something?"

You turn your eyes to him, grinning.

"I wanna fuck you."

Vaas widens his eyes.

"Have you any idea what you do to me? Telling me that. Fucking tease."

"I have a clue, but please show me," you beg.

The pirate grabs your hand and presses it against the crotch of his camo-printed pants. You can feel his hard cock against your palm. Stroking him through his pants, he groans in response.

"But perhaps now isn't the best--"

"Take your fucking pants off and lie down," Vaas orders.

You snort and reluctantly release him. Taking your pants off, you use them as a blanket to keep the hot sand from roasting you as you lie down on your back, knees bent and thighs spread. You watch in eager anticipation as Vaas frees himself and rests on his knees in front of you. His hand strokes his cock, provoking a shiver in you.

"You want this?" He asks.

You wet your lips and hum in agreement.

"More than anything."

Vaas grabs your hips and yanks you down toward him, pressing the head against your opening. You lean up on your elbows as he spreads your outer lips and quickly sinks into you with a rough uncontrolled thrust. Your walls tighten in protest, stinging from the sudden stretch of his cock. It's a good thing you were wet enough to take him; Vaas is sometimes ruthless to your poor pussy.

Burying his short nails into your hips, he pounds your tight hole, flicking his tongue across his lips.

You moan, panting as each thrust against your cervix knocks the air from your lungs.

"I needed this-- I n-needed you."

"Me tomas tan bien. Como si tu coñito estuviera hecho para mí (you take me so well. Like your little pussy was made for me)," Vaas retorts.

You have no idea what this means, but hearing the words roll from his tongue brings goosebumps to your skin.

"Please don't stop," you beg.

Small waves of pleasure crash and pull inside you, growing more intense. You arch your hips, bouncing them into the thrusts to gain better friction; your tits jounce in protest.

"You like this cock deep inside you? Hmm? Mi hermosa princesa (my beautiful princess). Mi puta (my whore)," Vaas asks with a groan.

You moan and tilt back your head.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I do! I'm yours... All yours."

Calloused fingers tighten around your throat and you gasp in protest, feeling your airway constrict. You can breathe still, but the pressure instantly makes your head spin. Your eyes roll back as the hot pressure in your stomach and lower body grows wilder. You can't take it. The sensation is too much.

"V-vaas," you plea. Your voice sounds broken and barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage.

A moment later, the pressure releases and your pussy flutters as an orgasm crashes over you. Spots cloud your vision and saliva pools in your mouth as you spasm. This is more intense than you had imagined it. But slowly the ecstasy begins to recede and your tired hips rest the pants beneath you. It takes a second for Vaas to release the hold on your neck, and once he does, you slump down in exhaustion. Your pussy throbs as the pirate hovering over you continue.

"Por favor, corre para mí (Please cum for me). I wanna hear you fucking say it, princesa (princess). Say it!" Vaas orders.

You raise a brow curious as to its meaning but to humor him, you utter the words in a worn voice, staring into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Por favor, corre para mí."

Vaas tightens his jaw and pulls out of you, stroking his cock until he comes, painting your thighs in ropes of warm cum.

"Fuck! That was intense, mi princesa (my princess)," he exclaims in exhaustion.

You agree with a hum, leaning up on your elbows.

"What did you ask me to say?"

"Learn some fucking Spanish," Vaas answers with a heated look.

You snort.

"But not knowing gets me hot."

"You're lucky I like your warm little pussy," he retorts.

You groan and avert your eyes in embarrassment. This man makes you so feral.

"That's a shame. Because I like you for more than just your big thick cock."

"Yeah?" Vaas asks. "And what do you like about me?"

He's not getting an answer from you that easily.

"Give me free rein around the camp and I'll--"

"You lost, princesa (princess). Suck it the fuck up," Vaas orders.

You sigh in defeat. However, an idea comes to mind. It's not as rewarding as getting to walk around unattended, but it's something you want.

"May I tie you up then?"

The pirate raises a scarred brow and snorts.

"If you are a good little mascota (pet)."

"Always," you utter with a grin.

It's the truth. You swear.

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himarirose · 9 months

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Selfish❤️‍🔥 enemies to lovers?

Miguel x female reader❤

So time skip you messed up on a mission and you and Miguel get into a little scuffle.. But.. Things change.. He was mad at you.. But.. Now playing with you.. No smut sorry but! 🌶🌶spicy🌶🌶

💕💕💕💋💋💋

"You don't have a choice."

*Miguel grabbed you, pulling you closer. His fingers curled in your hair, making you look up at him. His fangs jutted out in a savage, almost feral smile. He whispered in your ear.*

"You do realize that I own you, *princesa*?"

*His voice was low and breathy.*

"No you don't.. "

*i said squirming under him*

*Miguel's grip tightened on your head.*

"You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Or else..."

*Miguel looked unhinged, like a rabid animal at your door ready to rip you apart. He growled low in his throat.*

"What are you going to do? Huh? Scream for help?" *Miguel sneered.*

"Or else what!? You'll kill me? Oh god yes please do! I'd rather be dead then spend the rest of my life with you! "

You say in frustration

*Miguel's grip tightened more. He pulled you into his body, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. His fangs jutted out menacingly, and there was something animalistic about the look in his eyes.*

"Oh, sweetheart." *Miguel hissed, his teeth bared and his voice low.* "Killing you would be so much fun, but unfortunately, I need you."

*Miguel's breath was hot against your neck. He loomed over you like a predator.*

"What do you need me for? Hm? Torture? "

You say

"Yes, I do enjoy seeing you in pain."

*Miguel's grip tightened even more, making you wince in pain. He smirked.*

"Seeing you begging for mercy amuses me and makes me feel powerful. If I kill you, that feeling will end."

*Miguel's breath was hot on your neck. His fangs jutted out menacingly, and he looked like he was about to snap at any moment.*

"What is wrong with you!? "

You say snapping almost

"Don't you dare talk back to me."

*Miguel's grip tightened, holding onto your chin with a deathly grasp. You felt his fangs grazing your skin, and he seemed like he would bite at any moment.*

"You don't understand why this is so fun for me?" *Miguel growled, looking like a vicious animal.*

"I hate you.. "

You mumbled

*Miguel let out a growl, his grip tightening. His fangs jutted out and he looked like he was on the edge of losing control.*

"But you don't really hate me, now do you?" *Miguel whispered, his voice dark and venomous.*

"You're secretly obsessed with me." *Miguel growled, his eyes burning like fire.*

"And deep down, you know it."

".. What.. "

You say in confusion

"Oh, don't act surprised, *princesa*."

*Miguel looked down at you with contempt, but there was also something in his eyes that looked like lust.*

"You're obsessed with me, and deep down, you like this game of ours. You love the pain, and you love the danger."

*Miguel grinned, flashing his fangs.*

"And that's why you keep coming back for more."

".. I don't keep coming back you pull me back.. "

You say

"Oh, but you do, sweetheart."

*Miguel leaned in and sniffed your neck, making a satisfied sound. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.*

"It's okay to admit it. You like the attention. You like it when I touch you and caress you. Your body betrays you, *mi princesa*. You love being my plaything."

"... "

You respond in silence not denying it

"Aww, don't be shy."

*Miguel pulled you against his body again, his grip tightening. His eyes flashed scarlet. He breathed heavily down your neck.*

"Admit you like it. *Adelante, mi princesa*. Admit it."

"Never.. "

You tease you didn't want to give him what he wanted on the spot what's the fun in that?

*Miguel's grip tightened again, and you felt your bones creaking. He made a soft hissing sound, and his fangs jutted out. His pupils disappeared and turned into a solid scarlet.*

"Wrong answer, sweetheart."

*Miguel's other hand moved down your body, grabbing your waist.*

"You belong to me, and I can do whatever I want with my property. *Te encanta, ¿verdad?*"

*Miguel's crimson eyes met yours, and he pulled you even closer.*

"Miguel stop please! "

You say in pain that shit hurt hes strong..

"No, I don't think so."

*Miguel leaned in until his forehead touched yours, his hand creeping lower towards your thighs. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, and there was something wild about his stare.*

"I think I'm going to keep playing with my favorite toy."

".. I'm not your toy.. "

You respond

"Oh, but you are."

*Miguel's eyes burned like fire, staring into yours. His grip on your waist was like iron, his hand slowly creeping downwards.*

"I have you wrapped in my fingers like a puppeteer, and you're dancing to my tune."

*Miguel's tongue slid out of his mouth, tasting your skin. There was something wild and bestial about him, and his look was almost feral.*

".. I.. I.. Your crazy.. "

You say not even believing this man right now

"I'm not crazy, love."

*Miguel let out a soft hiss and pulled you even closer, his hand creeping towards your thighs. His eyes burned with an unnatural light, and you felt the temperature rise. His grip was like iron on your waist.*

"You're mine, *princesa*."

*Miguel's other hand ran through your hair, his fingers curling around your nape and drawing you even closer.*

"You don't even love me.. "

You say with a low voice

"You're right. I don't."

*Miguel let out a deep, raucous laugh and ran his hand down your chest, coming to rest between your thighs.*

"If anything, I despise you. But, that still doesn't change the fact that you're mine.

*Miguel's face was only inches from yours now, his eyes burning like fire. He loomed over you, his muscles straining against his clothing.*

"You're my best toy. You're my prize of honor. Just admit it, you're obsessed with me."

".. That's were your wrong.. I hate you so much.. I'm not obsessed.. I'm not in love either. "

You respond this may not be true but you couldn't let him win

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

*Miguel rolled his eyes and pressed his body against yours. His fangs jutted out and his scarlet eyes burned with a hellish light.*

"Oh, you're crazy about me. You're more obsessed with me than you realize, *mi princesa*. There's that burning desire, that craving you can't shake. It's because you want me."

"I don't! "

You respond

"Oh, really?"

*Miguel leaned in close, his lips just inches from yours. He looked you in the eye and whispered, his voice like a hypnotic mantra.*

"Then why do I hear your pulse pounding? Why is there blood rushing through your veins just from a simple touch?

*Miguel's eyes flared and his fangs jutted out. He pushed you against the wall and hovered over you, bringing his mouth to your neck.*

"Why am I making your heart race?"

"Because.. I'm.. I'm angry! ? "

He wasn't wrong.. You loved it but like you thought couldn't let him win and know that

"No, love. It's not because you're angry."

*Miguel lowered his lips to your neck and traced the skin with his fangs. He pulled you close and ran his hand through your hair.*

"I know what you really want..."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes met yours and he smirked.*

"Let me go.. '

You tested Miguel to see

"No."

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened and his lips trailed down your neck. He licked your skin before letting out a soft moan.*

"This is too good and I'm not going to stop now, *mi princesa*..."

"Mm.. N-no.. Stop.. You don't even deserve this.. "

*I squirm under him*

"Well, *mi princesa*, you're the one who keeps coming back for more."

*Miguel smirked and let out a low grunt. He kissed your neck, slowly suckling at your flesh.*

"I can feel the hunger of desperation in your veins. You want it. You need it. You can't resist me."

"I will resist you.. Let me go.. "

"No. You need this."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened, and his mouth moved down to your collarbone. He bit your flesh gently, and then moved back up to your neck. He bit you lightly again.*

"This is what you want, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes met yours and he smiled. He smirked.*

"You can't resist me."

*I try pushing his head away I place my hand over his mouth covering it*

"Shh and let me go. "

*Miguel laughed a low, gutteral laugh as you tried to push him away. He grabbed your hand and held it still, pressing your hand over his mouth.*

"No."

*Miguel's eyes flashed red as he stared down at you.*

"You're not going anywhere."

*Miguel bit into your neck again, his fangs sinking into your flesh.*

"Miguel!.. Please.. "

*Miguel's eyes flashed and his grip tightened. He bit into your neck and licked the bite mark. Your blood was on his mouth and running down his throat.*

"Oh, don't act like you don't want it."

*Miguel's voice was low and breathy as he licked the blood off his fangs.*

"You're mine and you can't tell anyone, or I'll kill you."

*Miguel pressed his forehead against yours and his voice turned into a menacing growl.*

"Do you understand me, *princesa*?"

"Why don't you kill me now then. "

"You're more useful alive than dead."

*Miguel smirked at you and then ran his hand down your body. He whispered in your ear as he looked you up and down.*

"You're mine, *mi princesa*. You're my favorite toy."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened and he pulled you even closer. His fangs jutted out and his eyes burned scarlet.*

"You belong to me."

"Go get another woman with toy with a claims! "

"This isn't just about toys, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel pressed himself against you and stared down at you with predatory eyes.*

"It's about control. You're my prized possession. You belong to me, and you don't even realize it."

*Miguel smirked, and then licked the blood off his fangs again.*

"You're like a starving animal, desperate to be mine. You belong to me. You're obsessed with me."

"More like *you're* obsessed with *me* yes I'm turning the tables it's like without your favorite toy you have no other woman to toy with that would be to your liking isn't that right? "

"That's hilarious, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel looked down at you, his scarlet eyes filled with cold disdain.*

"If anything, I'm only obsessed with controlling you. I can easily find a thousand other women who would flock to me at the drop of a hat."

*Miguel let out a low laugh and caressed your face with his hand.*

"You were never my only toy. You were just my favorite."

"Mhm why don't you go play with your other toys there waiting for you and craving for your touch and this toy here will go away does that sound fair? "

"Why would I go play with my other toys when I have you, *princesa*?"

*Miguel caressed your face, looking you up and down.*

"You like to think you have a choice here. You're delusional."

*Miguel's eyes burned as he smirked and caressed your cheek.*

"Do you really think you're going anywhere?"

"Yes and I will your favorite toy needs a break. A really long break from you. "

"No, you don't need a break. You need me."

*Miguel's eyes flashed and he gripped you harder. His expression turned savage and animalistic.*

"Let go of that stubborn notion. You're a toy. You belong to me. You don't get to decide when your break starts or ends."

*Miguel's words were low and predatory.*

"The only time you'll get a break is when *I* say so, *mi princesa*. You belong to me."

"Miguel. Just admit you love and admit you need me to satisfy you and maybe I'll just give in.. But if I tell you the truth you have to tell me the truth come on dear.. "

*Miguel looked at you with surprise, the first emotion that wasn't hunger or coldness.*

"What, you want me to admit that I love you?"

*Miguel looked at you with those hungry, savage eyes.*

"Fine."

*Miguel ran his finger across your chest before grabbing it with his hand.*

"I love you. I've always loved you. I want to control you and own you and no one will take you away from me."

*Miguel pulled you against his body.*

"I love you, *mi princesa*."

*I smile at him for almost the first time I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his cheek*

"And that's why you keep me around.. Because you love me.. Well guess what Amor? You wanna know a secret. "

"Oh, what is it, love?"

*Miguel smirked and looked you up and down. The thought that you loved him sent a rush down his spine.*

"I'm *all ears."*

*Miguel froze, his heart skipping a beat.*

"What did you just say?"

*Miguel's eyes glinted red, and he looked down at you with intense fervor. His grip on your waist tensed and he lowered himself to your eye level.*

"Say it again, *mi princesa*. Say it again and this time let me hear you."

*I smiled and touched the side of his face gently caressing his cheek*

"I love you Miguel. And *only you*

*Miguel's eyes flashed. His grip on your waist loosened, and he placed his hand on your cheek.*

"I love you too, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's eyes softened and he leaned in, his lips touching yours in a gentle kiss. There was still a cold edge to it, but there was a tenderness that was completely unexpected. His eyes were like a roaring fire.*

"I loved you from the moment I met you, *princesa*."

"But unfortunately.. I don't know if i can continue loving you.. "

*I look down and sigh sadly*

*Miguel's eyes flashed crimson, and his face betrayed a look of hurt and pain.*

"What do you mean, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened, and his eyes blazed as he looked down at you.*

"Don't you dare say you're leaving me, *mi princesa*, because you belong to me."

*Miguel's words were harsh, but his voice was filled with genuine emotion.*

".. Well what will you do.. With a those other women that also belong to you.. Hm? "

*Miguel's face darkened, and a feral grin spread across his face. He stepped closer, running his hand through your hair.*

"They are my toys, that's what. Play things. You, on the other hand, are my favorite. But no one can own you like I own you, my *princesa*."

*Miguel's eyes glowed, and he smirked.*

"The way I make you feel, no other man can replicate that. You belong to me and me alone."

"Can we make a.. A little deal? "

"What kind of deal does my *princesa* want?"

*Miguel looked down at you with a hungry smile. His fangs jutted out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burned.*

"What kind of deal do you want to *strike* with me, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel laughed and ran his hand through your hair again. He was strangely gentle with you now.*

"If you get rid if those other toys.. I will be yours forever.. *forever* and give you everything you want you can do anything you want to *me.. I'll.. Be..yours.*"

*Miguel scoffed.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*? You're asking me to get rid of all my fun toys? The others are nothing but playthings, but I can't just throw them away."

*Miguel's eyes flashed, and he looked at you with a cold glare.*

"You're acting like you have a *say* in this. You don't get a choice. You are mine, *mi princesa*. You're not going anywhere."

"Oh well then if I can't get what I want then you can't get what you want well I guess you can say goodbye to you're favorite toy. I really thought we had something there Miguel.. "

*I squirm out of his grip walking away from him*

*Miguel grabbed your arm as you walked away and spun you around.*

"No, you're not going anywhere."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes glowed, his fangs jutted from the corners of his mouth, and he spoke in a cold, harsh tone.*

"I'm not going to get rid of my playthings just because you had the *grand* idea that *we've got something* here. You're delusional."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened, and he leaned down to close the distance between you.*

"Remember, you belong to me."

"No. If your my man I want you to myself. And if you can't realize that then I don't belong to you do you understand? "

"That's not the way this works, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel's grip on your arm tightened even more as he pulled you close. He pressed his lips against your ear and whispered.*

"No matter how hard you try to resist, you will always be my toy. You will always belong to me. I'm not going to get rid of my other toys just because you told me to."

*Miguel laughed in your ear.*

"And I don't take orders. Especially from prey like you."

"Alright then well don't be upset when you wake up and your favorite toy has gone missing.. I know how much you hate it when I'm with other men anyway since you get to have other women why can't I have other men? "

*Miguel laughed, running his hand down your body in a teasing, almost gentle caress.*

"It's adorable how you think I'll let someone steal my favorite toy away.

"My other toys are all replaceable, *mi princesa*. You, on the other hand, are not."

*Miguel's voice was low and predatory.*

"I'm not scared of any man who tries to claim you. I will kill any man who even thinks of you in any way. I'm claiming *you* forever."

"Kill? You would kill for me? "

"Yes, I would. I would do anything just to make sure no one touches my favorite toy."

*Miguel's eyes glowed with sadistic glee as he stared down at you.*

"And when I say anything, *mi princesa*, I mean *anything.*"

"How desperate are you my love? "

"I'm desperate to make you mine. And I'll do *anything* \- *absolutely anything* \- to make that happen."

*Miguel ran his hand over your cheek, and his smile twisted into something sinister.*

"Don't you see, *mi princesa*? I would do *anything* to keep you for myself."

".. Wanna know what you can do..? "

*Miguel smirked and tilted his head. His voice was low and predatory.*

"Oh? What can I do to keep you for myself, *mi princesa*?"

"Get rid of those other women"

*I smile and laugh softly*

"And what if I refuse, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel kept a cold edge in his voice, but it was obvious he was playing with you.*

"What if I don't want to get rid of my other *juguetes*? I like to have my fun, too."

"If you refuse you can't have me it's simple. "

*Miguel scoffed.*

"That's not how this works, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel smiled in a cruel, predatory manner and his eyes glowed. He leaned down and ran his fingers through your hair.*

"You don't get a say in what I do. You are mine and nothing will change that. I don't care if you want me to get rid of the others, because *I'm* not going to do it."

"Well then it was nice knowing you. "

*Miguel laughed in your face. His face twisted with a cruel grin as he looked at you.*

"Oh, it isn't that easy, *mi princesa*. When I get something, it's *mine*. And you *are* mine, whether you want it or not.

*Miguel leaned down with a sickeningly sweet grin.*

"You're not going anywhere. You can't leave me, *princesa*."

"You said I *can't* but Miguel. I *can*

*Miguel's face hardened and his smile twisted into a cruel smirk.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, you don't know the lengths I would go to in order to keep you here. I'm not like other men you've been with, *princesa*."

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened and his fangs jutted out again.*

"You may try, but you won't get away from me. You don't know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into, darling."

*I roll my eyes back a little and then look at him again*

"I'm sorry to say this put.. God I love it when you touch my waist like that.. To bad this will all go away.. "

*Miguel smirked, and his hand on your waist tightened even more.*

"Good, I'm always glad to know when my *princesa* likes being touched. Your waist looks awfully good squeezed up against me. I know you loved it, the way your body responded to me."

*Miguel laughed and pressed his face against your neck, gently kissing it.*

"I have more ways of touching you that you'd love, you know that, right, *mi princesa*?"

"Mhm.. I'm just jealous. That after your done with me.. You go play with the others and it's not fair. "

"Why does it matter, *mi princesa*? You're mine and you always will be. You can feel jealous all you want. At the end of the day, you still belong to me."

*Miguel caressed you and his eyes burned.*

"And I do enjoy playing with the others. It's good when we're all together. But when you're with me, you'll never forget our time together. You'll always belong to me."

*Miguel pressed himself closer.*

"*Always*."

"Right.. "

"You know I'm right, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel leaned down and kissed your cheek gently, his voice low and predatory.*

"You belong to me, and only me. You don't have a choice, so stop trying to resist. I won't let you go."

*He kissed your cheek again and squeezed your waist tighter as his fingers ran through your hair.*

"We'll be together for as long as you live, *mi princesa*."

"Miguel. I'm tired of repeating myself okay? Get rid of the other women why do you need them when you have me? What am I not good enough for you? Tell me one woman you have that has this body. "

*I take his hand and run his hand up my chest down to my hips slowly*

"Hm? I wanna know so answer my questions. "

*Miguel let out a soft laugh as he looked at your body. You could almost see him licking his lips.*

"I don't keep the others for their bodies, *mi princesa*. They aren't nearly as *stunning* as you of course."

*Miguel looked at you with those predator eyes and a wicked grin.*

"But you know what they don't have? You don't understand, *mi princesa*, but I control the other women. You, on the other hand, can't be controlled. And that is just too tempting for me to lose."

"Oh so let's put this in easier words.. Hm.. There your maids I'm your woman. "

"... That's a cute way of putting it. Yes, exactly."

*Miguel laughed in a cold manner.*

"They're my maids, and you're my *mujer*). I won't just get rid of them, because they help me with the housework and they do all my dirty work for me."

*Miguel leaned in and whispered close to your ear.*

"They're also there for... personal reasons."

*He smirked and squeezed your waist.*

"But they're nowhere near as good as you, *mi princesa*."

"Personal reasons? May I know? "

*Miguel's eyes glowed brightly.*

"Oh, you poor darling. You really don't know, do you?"

*Miguel leaned in and his voice turned cruel and cold.*

"I won't tell you right now. It's more enjoyable seeing you all nervous and ignorant. You belong to me, *mi princesa*. And I can keep my secrets if I want to."

"Fine. "

*I mov his hands away from me and smile*

"Then no touching if you touch me I will slap you. "

*Miguel smirked, and his eyes burned brighter.*

"Oh, is that so, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel raised an eyebrow and his lips curled into a cruel smile.*

"If you think you can keep those rules, you're even more ignorant than I thought."

*Miguel walked closer to you. He brushed his hand against your waist, before leaning in and whispering in a low voice.*

"I can touch you whenever I want, *mi princesa*. You and I both know that."

"No. "

*I push his hand away*

*Miguel's eyes glowed brighter. He looked down at you with that cold, sinister glare. His grip on your waist tightened, and he stepped closer.*

"Oh, you don't get a say in what I do, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel lifted your chin up with his finger.*

"You don't decide who touches you. *I* do, remember that."

*Miguel's eyes glowed in satisfaction.*

"I own *you*, darling."

*Miguel let out a soft gasp of surprise when you kissed his nose.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, is that so?"

*Miguel smirked but his eyes remained cold and predatory.*

"If you think you can heat me up, you've got another thing coming, darling."

*Miguel let his eyes roam over you for a brief moment before his eyes flashed again and he ran his hand down your arm to your hand.*

"Let's see if you can resist me, *mi princesa*."

"I can and always will you know? "

*Miguel chuckled and moved closer, his voice turning cruel and cold once again.*

"Is that right, *mi princesa*?"

*He ran his hand up your arm and his eyes roamed over every inch of you.*

"Let's see how loyal you are to me, *mi princesa*. If you can resist me, then I'll get rid of my other toys."

*Miguel kept his grip on your arm as he moved his head down towards your face.*

"Unless, you and I can do something else to show you belong to only me, as *my mujer*."

"Wait I except the challenge.. I will win and resist you and you can get rid of the useless maids! Yay. "

*Miguel took a moment to respond to you, his eyes glowing.*

"I don't think you have what it takes to resist me, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's voice turned cruel, and he let go of your arm.*

"In fact, I think you're going to crack as soon as I touch you."

*Miguel chuckled softly.*

"Try me. "

*Miguel's hand moved back up your arm. He gently caressed your arm and moved his face closer. His eyes burned, and he smirked.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, I'll try you alright."

*Miguel leaned down and whispered in a cold, sadistic manner.*

"And all I have to do is this..."

*Miguel leaned down and kissed you deeply, his fangs jutted out from the corners of his mouth. His breath wafted over you, and for a moment, it was like your whole world was spinning.*

❤❤️‍🔥💋💕(To be continued if you want pt. 2 let me know in comments) ❤️‍🔥💋💕

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This I Promise You, O.Diaz

Prompt: The hardships of dating the leader of The Santos start to disappate. Oscar and Y/N reach the endgame.

warnings: tough love, fluff, happiness achieved 🥺

word count: 1.9k

A/N: I can’t say thank you enough for all the love shown to my few pieces of work I have posted. It’s truly so heartwarming to know you all are enjoying it. Here is my rendition of Spooky getting his happy ending! I guess you can sat this is boujee version of Nirvana! I love to read the post-Santos!Oscar so much ❤️ Stay tuned for PART 2 of His Girl, a Sad Eyes fic!

“Cesar, I’m going with you.”

His back to you and silence. And it’s eating away at you. Everything that has happened since Oscar’s alleged meeting with 19th street and Cuchillos has you walking on eggshells.

You weren’t suppose to know it about it though. Oscar had been very strict on keeping you at bay with anything gang related. There were some instances when you either figured it out or threatened it out of it Cesar and his friends. Just as you did this time. Cesar dropped the bomb on why you hadn’t seen Oscar in the last 3 days.

“You know I can’t let you. I-“ He says as he turns to look at you but the look on your face has so much emotion he can’t tell what he’s reading. Fear, pain, rage? Cesar looks away for a moment before stepping closer to you. “You need to stay here. I will handle it and find him. We can’t risk your life. On the chance I find my brother alive, I need you to be as well. Please.”

You finally let your guard drop. You strip any tough girl persona and let your shoulders slump and allow the flood of complete fear take over you. Oscar taught you to never let that happen, in front of friend or foe. Once someone can figure out how to get you there, they have control over you. Which is why you and Oscar rarely were sappy in love kind of people, you showed your emotions with each other subtlety. If you’re being honest that was the hardest part in the beginning of your relationship. You were a hopeless romantic who loved affection, the cliche dates and even PDA. But you learned that not everyone liked the same thing and found middle ground with the tough to love cholo.

After he and his friends figured out their next more, you sit in the motel room and daydream of a life outside of the Santos and away from Freeridge. What would would it be like? Where would you two go? What would a normal life of a person with two strikes be like? Could you two make it? But you stop thinking of all of possibilities when you remind yourself that Oscar might not even be alive. The door to the motel room opens and you stand quickly, your hand on the glock that rests the back of your waistband.

Sad Eyes steps in and closes the door behind him, a brown bag in hand, “Thought you should eat.”

You smile and push the glock back in, thanking him. He sits near you and hands you a burger. It’s silent for a moment before he speaks up.

“He’ll be alright. He always is.”

You can only nod in hope that he is right. There have been many runs that Oscar made that were dangerous but he never dealt with a high power like this before. Cuchillos has the power to snap her fingers and have heads rolling. She has an army and Oscar had planned to approach her own his own term. And here you are. Stuck and it sucks.

Sad eyes watches you as your emotions run wildly, he rubs your back in comfort and tells you to remain hopeful.

The day had gone by painstakingly slow as you wait to hear back from Cesar. You should have pushed harder to go with him, to ensure that HE would be okay as well. Who knows what he and his friends had stepped into. You quickly shake the thought from your head as you close in for the night. A chime from your phone gets your attention and you rush over to get it, it’s a text from Ruby’s abuelita. Strange. When you open it, your heart drops into your stomach.

He’s here, Mija. Banged up, but just fine.

All the built up worry physically leaves your body. And the tears begin to spill over. You didn’t suck it up because for the first time you feel like hope again. Oscar did it. He handled the business, he actually did it.

You head out to Ruby’s place, the house is dark but you figure it’s a ruse to avoid any prying eyes. Who knows what happens now with Cuchillos out. No democratic hold within the streets once the word gets out.

The night is eerily quiet as you trek to the back of the house. You enter slowly, Abuelita and Oscar look up to you. She pats his shoulder gently and leaves the room. You mouth a thank you to her approaching the mangled man.

You grab the nearby trash bin and start to clean the bloody gauzes that shroud the table. He sits in silence taking sips of the tequila bottle. It’s quiet for a while as you move around him to rid the house of the evidence he was here.

“Y/N,” Oscar says but you hold a finger up to him to silence him. Now that the worry has subsided, the anger has built up again. The rage of being uninformed, the fury of thinking he was dead with no real goodbye. “You know I couldn’t tell you.”

“No, you could have. You chose not to. You chose to leave me wondering if the next time I were to see you is drinking coffee at your place or in a grave. This time should have been a goddamn acceptance to your rule of keeping me out of it.”

His lips pressed in a thin line, his signature look with furrowed eyebrows, “And what? Have you involved and in the way?”

You step back and look at him, withholding yourself from yelling given the location. He takes another drink and holds back the discomfort in his face. “Cuchillos would have had you killed if you were in anyway involved with my shit. You know that.”

“You want to know what I know? This gang shit has been and will always be your undoing. Whether it’s bringing down enemies or making a drop for 10k. You think you can escape it with that mindset? You can’t protect everyone! And like your compas who have you back, like your brother and his friends who get involved? They risk their lives for you, just as I would. I would do it, no question. This time was different, this time you were stepping into a cage with a lioness and unarmed with no actual plan to take it down.”

“But I did.”

“And at what cost? The streets will be unhinged, the word gets out that the head of the Santos is out and you were the one that did it? It’s you with the step up or you get taken out for the spot.” You stand in front of him, for the first time he is looking up at you.

“I’m gonna make sure the streets are handled but I won’t be the one handling them. Once everything is settled, I’m out. I’m done. That was the point of this, of everything. No more control and order over me or anyone I care about.” He stands, wincing to himself to pull on his mangled tank.

You clench your fist for a moment before releasing it. He believes that things will work out and like most times you follow him, you allow the thought to ponder in your mind.

“I’ve lost people. Just like you. My dad, my brothers. Drive by, robbery,” You close your eyes for a brief moment,” and losing them to this lifestyle wrecked me for many years. It still does but the thought of it taking you? For some reason it hurts more. I was scared, Oscar. Me! Scared even after you taught me not to be. Because regardless of how fed up I get with your shit, I couldn’t stand the thought not waking up everyday to hear the compas run things by you or.. I’m locked in. You’ve got a damn hold on me and I don’t want out. Ever.”

Oscar lets his shoulders fall as he step to you and lets you wrap his arms around him. You carefully embrace and feel all the grooves of his body click with yours. His hand pulls your hair to fall down your back, he kisses the top of your head.

“We’ll get out. And I won’t need to hide anything from you anymore. We won’t have to look over our shoulders or even have raincheck on those stupid movie and dinner shit that you like. Okay? You and me. We’re getting out.” You look up to him and he kisses you passionately.

———two years later ———

“I asked you to not leave your pants laying on the floor! The hamper is right there.” You call out, using your foot to hike it up in the air catching it with your free hand. Laundry day, you would lie if you say that you totally hate it. But Oscar doesn’t help by leaving his clothes around.

You rest a basket of clothes on your hip and head out of the bathroom, “Did you hear me, mi amor?”

“3 works, thanks.” Oscar turns with a big smile on his face and mouths an apologize to you as he holds the house phone between his ear and shoulder.

“I’m sorry, the carne asada had me going. Let me,” He pulls the basket from you and leans forward for a kiss. You smile and press a lovingly kiss to his lips.

His curly, grown out hair looks wildly good on him. Even the grown out facial hair. He no longer sports the Spooky look, he is Oscar Diaz now. A proud homeowner in the outskirts of LA.

And you his fiancé, soon to be wife who could go to bed and expect him to be next you when you woke almost every morning. He tells you where is going all the time now and has relinquished his machismo. The actual Oscar has stepped in.

“Make sure it’s on extra rinse!” You call out as you huff and take a seat at the kitchen table. You can smell the meatloaf in the oven and boy does it smell heavenly. Well mostly anything he cooked had your knees weak.

It could also be the added fact that you are 7 months pregnant and have the urge to eat everything. Even things you didn’t like before getting knocked up. You rest your hand ontop of your bump and rub it contently.

Tears start to well up and you let them fall when Oscar rejoins you, he stops and looks to you. “¿Que? What’s the matter?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, nothings wrong. I’m happy. I’m just so happy.”

“I love you.I can’t wait to meet mi princesa. She’ll be beautiful like her mama. Smart like her papa. And won’t ever have to know life like we use to, this I promise you.” He rests his forehead to yours as he kneels in between your legs and hold you.

“And I love you.”

Every little missed opportunity in life has presented itself again. Neither of you let any of it slip away, not anymore. You express your love for one another every single day and soon that love will be here in the form a precious blessing.

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