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title; you’re to blame (Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x fem!reader)

prompts; 4) doggy, C) wrapping a hand around the column of their throat, E)  holding their hips in place, F) giving their ass a soft (or hard) spank and ꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ a spare bedroom — from build an nsfw fic 

warnings; established relationship, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, some choking (hand around the throat with a light squeeze), 1 spank, but that’s it? (679 words)

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— thank you for celebrating my one year!!! | submissions are now closed

a/n: HAHAHAHA SUREEE!! sorry for not posting yesterday, i got really busy :’)

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The sun was high in the sky, casting a shimmering reflection over the pool, making the water sparkle like tiny diamonds. You stretched out on a lounge chair, soaking up the warmth while the sounds of laughter and splashing filled the air. The Santos crew, along with Ruby, Jamal, and Monse, had gathered for a rare day off, the mood light and easy for once. Oscar, always close, was perched beside you, sunglasses on, looking every bit like the king of the block, even at a pool party.

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

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

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

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

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

You knew you were done for.

| Pairings: Oscar Diaz x Girlfriend!Reader, Cesar x Platonic!Reader

| Summary: Y/N has been Oscar Diaz's steadfast girlfriend since high school, helping him lovingly raise Cesar from a young age, showcasing their enduring bond and the unconventional family they've built.

| Warning/s: Fluff, Domestic Life, Found Family, Established Relationship, Light Angst, Slice of Life, Older Brother Oscar, Caring Reader, Parenthood, On My Block

| A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into their perfectly imperfect family life! 🥰

"You almost done in there, mija?" Oscar's voice, a low rumble even through the bathroom door, pulled you from your thoughts. You splashed cool water on your face, patting it dry before opening the door to find him leaning against the frame, a familiar, slightly exasperated look on his face.

"Just about," you replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smelled of sweat and motor oil, a scent that had become as comforting as your favorite blanket over the years. "Cesar still asleep?"

He nodded, pushing off the doorframe. "Kid sleeps like a rock. Unlike some people I know." He winked, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you walked past him into the small living room.

You two had been together since junior year of high school. You were the quiet art kid, he was the brooding football player with a reputation. No one expected it to last, but here you were, years later, your lives intertwined, especially after Cesar came into the picture. You remembered the day Marisol dropped him off, a terrified five-year-old clutching a worn-out teddy bear. Oscar, barely out of high school himself, had looked at you with a mixture of panic and determination. "We'll figure it out," he'd said, and you, without hesitation, had squeezed his hand and promised, "Together."

And you had.

You looked around the living room, a space that had slowly transformed from a bachelor pad into a home. A half-finished puzzle lay on the coffee table, a collection of Cesar's drawings adorned the fridge, and a slightly-too-bright throw blanket, a gift from your aunt, was draped over the back of the worn-out couch.

"He's got a big day tomorrow," you said, picking up a stray comic book and placing it neatly on the stack. "First day of middle school. Can you believe it?"

Oscar grunted, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "Means he's gonna start thinking he's too cool for us."

"Never," you countered, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "He loves you, Oscar. You know that."

He exhaled slowly, pulling you closer. "I try, you know? To be there for him. To give him what I didn't have."

"You do," you assured him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "You're an amazing brother, Oscar. He's lucky to have you. We both are."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "And I'm lucky to have you, mija." His voice was rougher now, tinged with an emotion he rarely showed. "Couldn't have done any of this without you."

You smiled, the warmth of his embrace spreading through you. "We're a team, remember?"

The next morning was a flurry of activity. Cesar, usually a sleepyhead, was up before his alarm, buzzing with a nervous energy. You were in the kitchen, making his favorite breakfast burritos, while Oscar, surprisingly patient, helped him wrangle his new backpack, which seemed almost bigger than he was.

"Got your lunch?" you called out, flipping a tortilla.

"Check!" Cesar yelled back, his voice a little squeaky with excitement.

"Homework?" Oscar prompted, looking over Cesar's shoulder as he double-checked his supplies.

"Didn't get any yet, hermano," Cesar chuckled, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

You walked into the living room, a plate piled high with burritos in your hand. Cesar’s eyes widened at the sight. "Awesome, Y/N!"

Oscar ruffled his hair. "Eat up, kid. Gotta fuel up for all that brainpower you're gonna be using."

As Cesar devoured his breakfast, you noticed Oscar watching him, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. It was moments like these, quiet and ordinary, that solidified the life you had built. It wasn't always easy. There were fights, disagreements, and the constant underlying tension of life in Freeridge, but you always found your way back to each other, anchored by your shared responsibility for Cesar and the deep love that had grown between you.

"Alright, that's enough," Oscar said, pulling Cesar's plate away when he reached for a third burrito. "Don't want you getting a stomach ache on your first day."

Cesar groaned, but didn't argue. He grabbed his backpack, a renewed surge of nervous energy making him bounce on the balls of his feet.

"Ready to go?" you asked, grabbing your keys. You always walked him to school on his first day, a tradition you'd started when he was in kindergarten.

Oscar nodded, already heading for the door. "Let's do this."

I will never scare you on purpose, but right now, it’s okay if you’re a bit scared, cause there’s a call to action and it’s all hands on deck.

Russell Vought, one of the many authors of Project 2025 working in the Trump Administration, has proposed a new rule:

“Regulation for Federal Financial Assistance”

At this point, we all know that “regulation” is a dog whistle.

If this proposal goes into effect, the OMB can approve and cancel any grant for any reason.

Currently, and even more so in the before times, grant applications were peer reviewed. Experts in that field made the final decisions.

With this rule, that will no longer be the case.

Political appointees will be the ones making those calls. People who only care about pleasing Trump and have no experience in the given field at all.

To make matters worse, projects with approved grants cannot work with our adversaries or countries that work with our adversaries.

Science is collaborative, it has to be. There is no project in science or most other fields that can fit that criterion. So basically this would shut us off from the scientific world.

Secondly, and of course the most obvious — it targets grants that the administration considers “woke.” Yes, that is actually the language in the proposal:

Federal awards were often used during those years to promote a “woke” policy agenda that did not reflect the values of the vast majority of the American public.

What do they consider “woke”?

Well, based on what they’ve already shut down: research on Antisemitism and Islamophobia; the impact of data centers on populations; anything having to do with queer existence or the climate crisis; Black maternal health outcomes and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

But there is some good news.

The public comment period is happening right now.

Stand Up For Science, an incredible organization you should get involved with, if you aren’t already, has a portal for public comment. Their goal is 10k comments before the OMB closes them on July 13.

It’s unclear whether the OMB will be logging public comments like they should, so SUFS will be tracking all comments made through their portal and will sue if they don’t see them officially logged by OMB. Meaning, only use their portal, don’t try to submit a comment on the OMB’s site.

Also, comments with the same wording will count collectively as one comment so this is not a moment to copy and paste. Luckily, SUFS also has guidance for how to write a good comment which you can also find in the portal. The main guidance is to just tell a personal story — why do you care?

Finally, if you run an organization, comment as the organization, because your comment will be weighted more heavily than an individual’s. But regardless of if you are commenting for yourself or an organization, just comment.

This proposal is all bad. There isn’t one single redeeming quality. But we have the power to bring a lot of sunlight onto this proposal, and the Trump Administration doesn’t like sunlight and usually backs off when there’s too much.

This is one of the times we will be able to see the impact of our voices, and is a reminder that they are our superpower.

“It’s like when you fall in love, it’s a feeling you get, isn’t it, like with a person? You get this feeling, you eventually can’t suppress it anymore, if you’re trying to…”.

Why would he say that? 🥹 Why would you try to suppress your love Alex? Why would you NOT want to fall in love? If that person is right for you, surely it’s the most natural feeling?

If you google, ‘why would a person want to suppress love?’ and there’s plenty of psychology websites explaining reasons but it all come back to this:

The punctuation on the OMB inlay that shows they were both scared of love. 😭

https://thehill.com/homenews/administration/5333536-russell-vought-omb-budget-doge-cuts/

Lisa Needham at Public Notice:

The Trump administration has spent the last 18 months gutting funding for scientific research, forcing out nonpartisan experts, and elevating the most alarming conspiracy theorists in their stead. Now, a new rule proposed by the regime is threatening science itself. Normally, changes to rules about how the federal government awards research grants would probably be a somewhat sleepy topic, impactful to people who do that research for a living but not a five-alarm fire for the rest of us. But we live here now, so we all get to worry about a world where people like Russell Vought, the anti-science freakshow who heads the Office of Management and Budget, would have complete veto power over federally-funded scientific research.

That sounds like an overstatement, but it really isn’t. staffed by scientists. Actually, it’s worse than that. What OMB proposes is to take its existing authority to promulgate general guidance on financial management for government agencies and transform that into rules every agency must follow for every discretionary grant of any kind. Political appointees would have complete authority over funding decisions, rather than career experts. Grants would be evaluated based not on how they advance science or the nation’s goals, but against how well they push President Trump’s personal policies. Grantees would be muzzled from discussing anything the administration considers a “divisive” ideology and could be revoked at any time without explanation if a political appointee feels like it. This isn’t remotely how things have worked in the past.

(Rancid) vibes-based science

For decades, decisions about how federal research dollars get spent have been made by an interlocking community of experts both in and outside government. Career scientists at federal agencies work extensively with independent advisory committees staffed by experts. Evaluations were made by actual experts, not unhinged anti-vax weirdos like the ones Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. installed on the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices. Agency personnel held dozens of study sections each month to evaluate grant proposals. This process helped ensure scientific rigor, but it also insulated science funding from the whims of political appointees. The problem now, of course, is that this administration doesn’t care about scientific rigor at all and also desperately wants political appointees, not scientists, to make funding decisions. So OMB recently dropped 400 pages of nonsense to try to make that happen. In this topsy-turvy world, a senior political appointee would have to approve every single discretionary grant — science and otherwise. And just to make sure they don’t let any actual expertise sneak in, they would be prohibited from deferring to the peer review process and “must instead use their independent judgment when evaluating Federal award proposals.”

[...] The authority for this sweeping assertion that Joe Biden spent three years forcing DEI down people’s throats with no oversight or accountability is an August 2025 Trump executive order about grantmaking that basically says the same thing the proposed rule does: Biden made stuff too woke. But there’s nothing in that executive order highlighting specific concerns with oversight or any specific improper grants. It’s just a Trump rant about forbidden DEI, racist stuff about China, and transphobia galore. But here’s the thing: even if that executive order were chock full of examples of Biden’s woke malfeasance, it still wouldn’t be actual legal authority to upend science. That’s because executive orders are not law, no matter how much Trump wishes otherwise. OK, well how about this from the rule: “Federal programs and funding opportunities were designed to advance unlawful identity-based ‘Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion’ (DEI) policies and preferences across the country.” Surely that has some sort of relevant citation attached to it, right? Oh, you sweet summer child. The so-called authority for that is a citation to a 5,000-word rant from the Heritage Foundation published in May 2022. And it’s not a citation to any particular thing in that rant. Apparently you need to just read the whole thing to see if it says what the administration says it does.

Heritage shoveled this article out the door a month after the Biden administration announced its “equity action plans” for multiple agencies as part of an effort to support racial equity and underserved communities. So, at the time Heritage was whining about this, literally nothing had happened save for an announcement. There were no federal programs or funding opportunities at all yet, much less any “unlawful” ones. Well, surely there must be some support for the part of Trump’s proposed rule that says Biden violated the Constitution with all this wokeness run amok: “These policies were inconsistent with basic American values and civil rights laws, including the equal protection principles of the US Constitution.” Nope! Not one, not two, but three Trump executive orders, all of which are racist, are cited here, but nary of which has any actual law. Now, even this administration knows that it can’t ram through this huge a change based only on Trump’s feels. Agencies need specific statutory authority to enact regulations. Put another way, Congress must say, when passing a law, what, if anything, agencies are allowed to do to implement it. This proposed rule, therefore, must cite laws that give OMB the authority to tell every other federal agency how to evaluate every last bit of discretionary federal grant funding. According to the proposed rule, if you go read no fewer than nine major federal statutes in their entirety, covering everything from audit requirements to federal procurement to human trafficking, you will somehow see that OMB has unfettered authority to do whatever it wants.

Needless to say, this is also not how this works. Rule-making authority is specific, not general. Put another way, as the Supreme Court already said nearly 50 years ago in Chrysler v. Brown, “there must be a nexus between the regulations and some delegation of the requisite legislative authority by Congress.” Or, as Justice Antonin Scalia put it smugly, Congress does not “hide elephants in mouseholes.” The executive branch can’t say it has somehow divined a right to do whatever it wants by finding One Weird Trick that no one else has ever noticed, discernible only by the brain geniuses at Trump’s OMB after reading a gazillion words in scores of statutes.