#cnco richard drabble

[cnchoe-imagines]

oh hey it’s quisieracnco comin at u i read ur tag that you’d write some Richard stuff for me?? so i looked at that prompt list you mentioned and i can’t decide between 5, 30, or 31 so you pick!!!!! surprise me 😌 and sfw pls, give me your most sickening fluff

richard x gn!reader + the way you said “i love you” - 5. over a beer bottle

“C’mon Richard, I think you’ve had enough for now.” You giggled, shaking your head at his tipsy antics as you tried to wrestle the beer bottle from his hands. He pouted and smacked your hands away from the Presidente, the glass still cold from when it had been in the ice chest outside.

“Apenas es la….” He held out his free hand, putting one finger up, then another as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “¿Tercera?”

While he was distracted, you grabbed the bottle from his hand, laughing at the scoff he let out. The sound quickly turned into a chuckle as his lips turned up at the ends, his tan cheeks harboring a pink tinge to them.

“Well, that’s not including all the rum and vodka you were chugging twenty minutes ago,” you argued, nose scrunching in playful disgust. God only knows what other alcohol people had mixed into the concoctions being passed around the house.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t even wait until dinner was done,” you teased, putting the beer bottle on the coffee table in front of you. The entire backyard and house were filled with family and friends of the Camacho’s, laughter and loud music sounding across the property. The smell of barbeque and the humid mist in the air wafted around, leaving a glisten against your skin and a hunger gnawing at your stomach for the delicious home-cooked food being prepared.

Richard just shrugged, pulling you closer to his side. The denim of his jacket was rough against your cheek as you nuzzled into his chest, the scent of his cologne and the tanginess of his breath infiltrating your nose.

His large hand swiftly moved from your shoulder to your side, before it reached your waist, where he squeezed lightly. You put your hand over his to keep it in place, feeling him smirk against the top of your head.

“Watch the hands, your family is around,” you reminded him, tapping the back of his palm. You knew the alcohol running through his system was to blame for his increased touchiness, but you didn’t want to face the teasing from Yashua or any of Richard’s other relatives if they saw the two of you cuddling up on the patio sofa outside.

Luckily, Richard seemed to heed your warning, his touches not advancing as he stayed still. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve assumed he dozed off, but the consistent tapping of his foot against the cement to the beat of the music playing informed you he was still very much coherent.

That much was proven when, as a popular, festive song pounded through the speakers, Richard cheered along with the other partiers to the heavy beat and familiar lyrics. He stumbled over the words a couple times, but it was obvious no one cared, as almost all of the guests slurred over some of the verses.

As louder and more well-known songs blasted from the speakers, Richard squeezed your hand and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “¿Podemos ir al coche?”

You tilted your head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Dinner is almost ready, though.”

He sighed, and you thought he would drop the question, but only a few seconds later he was lifting you off his side and standing up from the bench. He grabbed your hand again and started to pull you up, grinning like a dork.

“Richard,” you hissed, playfully slapping his wrist. “Can’t you at least wait until we’re done eating?”

“¡Sólo tardaremos unos minutos, te lo juro!”

You knew there was no fighting it, and frankly, you weren’t one to turn down a few moments alone with your boyfriend. You grumbled some form of agreement, any frustration in your voice contradicted by the half smile spreading across your face.

Richard was quick to lead you to back exit of the house, and you rolled your eyes when he snatched the half-empty beer bottle from the table in a last-second decision. You could feel the eyes and stifled laughs from Richard’s family, especially the gossiping aunts and grandmas, directed at you as you two snuck around the side of the house.

The colorful lights and decorations hung up around led you both to your car, lighting and directing a path off the driveway. The music was only barely muffled as you leaned against the hood of the car, and you knew the DJ inside had the volume blasting as loudly as possible.

Richard kept close to your side, one hand around your waist and the other leading the beer bottle to his lips as he nursed the rest of the alcohol.

“¿Te estás divertiendo, baby?” he asked, lowering the glass from his mouth.

“Of course, I am.” You looked at him and grinned. “You know I love spending time with you and your family.”

He hummed and bumped your side playfully. You kept your eyes locked on him, warmth spreading through your chest at his happy expression. Once he caught your gaze, you returned the look, your lips turning up the ends. He watched the movement carefully, slowly leaning down as he pulled you closer.

“A mi me alegra el poder escaparnos de ellos unos momentos.” He chuckled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Once he let it go, and the skin turned redder than before, you finally tilted your head to press your lips against his, and the smirk against your mouth informed you that he had been just seconds away from initiating the touch himself.

The spice and bitterness of the Presidente still lingered in his mouth, a hint of hops and sweet corn dancing around on your tastebuds as your tongue brushed over his. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you closer, rough fingers digging into your waist. The light scruff around his lips rubbed against your skin as his mouth moved against yours.

Unfortunately, for you two, your long-awaited moment alone was soon cut off as the calls and cheers for dinner started, the sound of people gathering audible even from the front of the house.

“We have to go back in,” you murmured, pulling away from Richard. His grasp on you didn’t budge, so you could only pull a few inches away. “Everyone is going to be looking for you.”

He grumbled and attempted to lean in for a kiss again, but you were quick to slip from his grip, plucking the beer bottle from his hand as you did.

“¿Y por qué me haces esto?” he whined as you downed the rest of the liquid, the faint aroma of honey and citrus coating your tongue and throat.

You grinned at him over the lip of the bottle. “You know I love you,” you teased.

He could only nod, intertwining his fingers with yours when you grabbed his hand and started pulling him back to the house.

“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving!”

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[theravenclawlover]

for cnco (could be any member! i don't mind)

fluff prompt 6 and smut prompt 12 :))

Ooh…I just did a Chris drabble so I’ll go ahead and just close my eyes and pick lol I know this was supposed to be fluff but I ended up writing a little more angst than fluff but there is fluff i swear.

(SMUT: +18 Only)

Warnings: Usage of the word c*nt.

(Richard Camacho x AFAB!Reader)

Richard knew he was going to face the sound of music when we awoke in a hospital bed. He was quick to see that he didn't have anything broken, but he had once bitch of a headache.

When a nurse noticed that he was awake, she quickly told him what had happened. He had hit his head a little too hard doing some of his usual parkour activities according to what his friends had said. After that, Chris, Zabdiel, Erick, and his team were there to make sure he was okay. But no sign of you. He had asked of your whereabouts and whether you knew what had happened. Everyone averted their eyes. Now, he was worried.

He was discharged after two long hours just to tell him that he was fine and he just needed some rest. Chris had dropped him off after wishing him luck. Nothing else. Richard let out a long sigh before going up to his and your apartment. He grabbed his key and opened the door to be received by a dark apartment. Were you even home?

"Amor?" he called. Nothing. He put his stuff down on the kitchen counter as he looked for you. He looked confused. He went into your shared bedroom and there he found you. You were sitting by the big windows in your bedroom, the light of the hiding sun made you look peaceful but as he walked closer to you, he noticed the frown on your face.

"Hey, baby," he muttered. You ignored him. Richard bit his lip as he walked even closer. He knelt down and rested his head on your crossed legs. For the first time, you made a move to acknowledge his presence. You looked down to see bright eyes looking at you guiltily.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"No," you sighed. A hand went to touch his current red hair. He had let it grow a bit longer.

"Then why are you upset?" he asked. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He sighed. "I'm sorry."

There was a pause from you as you looked at his face. You wanted to be mad at him. He always did reckless things, no matter how many times he said he would take caution. But he always gave you that sheepish look because he knew what he was doing, but there was no stopping him. That was one of the things you loved about him, that wild spirit of his that allowed him to show you the most wonderful experiences of your life. But it never ceased to worry you when he loved to do his stunts. And this time he had taken a bad fall and gotten a concussion. The minute Zabdiel had called you and the words 'Richard fell and he's going to the hospital' you had stopped breathing. But it quickly turned into anger because how could he not take precautions. You had come up with what you were going to tell him when he came home, yell at him for being reckless, but you couldn't. All that anger just turned into longing because you just wanted him in your arms. You just wanted to hold him and make sure he was okay, that he was fine. You wanted to kiss his face and just have him promise you that he wouldn't do anything stupid again.

You sighed but let out a chuckle because how can you be pissed at a man that does nothing but love you like you were sent from Heaven.

You gave him a smile and his eyes lit up.

"Am I crazy? Because only a crazy person could fall in love with someone as reckless as you."

Richard let out a chuckle as he took hold of your hands and brought them to his lips to give them a kiss each.

"Yes, but I'm so thankful that you do," he said. "I'm so sorry that you have to deal with me, and my reckless ass."

"You're going to send me to my early grave," you said with a small laugh. He hid his face against your stomach.

Suddenly, he began kissing your stomach while his hands began to pull your legs from their position.

"Rich, what are you doing?" you asked.

"Shh, just trust me."

He grabbed your tighs. You uncrossed your legs and let him slot himself between your legs while his hands began massaging them. His lips began kissing your covered tighs, leaving kisses. His hands went to the seam of your leggings and began pulling them down. You raised yourself as he slid them down, his eyes on your face which was red. Once they were off, he threw them aside.

"Mhm," he hummed. His big hand massaged your inner thighs, you bit your lip as Richard's eyes couldn't stray away from your damp underwear. He pulled you closer, leaving your butt to the edge. His mouth began to kiss and bite, here and there. He mumbled praises as he went, leaving no naked spot unmarked.

Finally, his lips were only inches away from where you needed him. Where you ached for his touch.

"Rich," you whimpered. "Please."

His forefinger pressed right where your wet slit was. You jerked your hips at his touch. His finger rubbed through the thin material.

"Please," you whined. Your hands pulled at his hair which made him groan. You let go.

"Sorry, I-" you began to apologize. You had forgotten for a second about his concussion. But he grabbed your wrists and put it back where it had been.

"Keep it there," he said and continued his endless teasing.

This time you were cautious at how hard you pulled as he finally grabbed the hem of your underwear. He pulled on them and you were more than ready to have them off. He threw them away.

"Well, look at that," his mouth kissed right between your thigh and where your needy cunt was. "So wet."

You moaned as you felt his breathing on you. You couldn't look away as he just looked at you, so wet and exposed. You were only seconds away from begging when his tongue went in search of a taste.

"Aw, fuck," you moaned as you jerked your hips. His strong grip on you kept your legs wide open for him as he began to suck on your clit.

You couldn't help but feel he was giving your cunt the 'welcome home' kiss you had failed to give him earlier. He was slow, taking you in, making you feel his tongue explore every little part of your pussy. Your mouth hung open as the only thing you could do was moan and gasp his name out.

When he pulled back with a harsh suck on your clit, he looked up to see you dazed in a lustful state of mind. He grinned, knowing what was to come for the next few hours. He could spend eternity between your legs as long as you gave him those moans, whines, whimpers, and sighs of his name coming out of you. He knew that he was reckless and that he had promised multiple times that he was going to take care of himself, but this time it was going to be different. he had come home to find you so worried for him and that just didn't sit right with him. He could lose you if he was stupid with his actions. So no more of that. He wasn't going to make you sick by worrying about him. He'd rather see the face you had right now, that bliss he could give you instead of worry.

His fingers teased you, and one of his fingers slid right in and you whined as you pulled his hair. Richard grinned.

"You look so pretty like this."

[oceansdeepa]

Riding + Richard please :)

it’s a a treat for being ‘such a good girl.’ richard says, straddling your thighs on each side of his naked waist. the blankets he lay warm underneath your feet and acts a cushion against the hard tile floors.

richard lets you take the initial start. helping you guide yourself down into him. a moan drips from your lips, and richard kisses it hungrily. his pace mimics yours rocking his hips against your own. and from time to time you’d switch it up. elevating your bottom off the floor to slowly (in richards mind too slow) down into him. almost as if using his body to stretch yourself out. feeling his every inch against your walls.

richard contains his needs to go slow. allowing for your reign for few minutes. when he’s had enough. he grabs your neck in a way to hold your posture straight and your body reacts immediately. his  tone is deeper than normal as he says. “now let me.” and you nod, obedient to the tone of his words. richard gives a split second before he thrusts into you. one hand around your neck still, the other around your waist for a steady grip.

with each heavy thrusts, your eyes begin to droop. which you were trying to keep open. to catch the way richards brows creased with concentration as he works on you. though to no avail it seemed. richard takes it as a sign he’s doing the right things. eager to trace the outlines of your neck with his lips. then proceeds to suck on your nipples. shortly after, richard brings you almost as if laying on him. guiding you chest to chest . his much larger hands grabs your ass to hold you in place as his pushes become even more forceful.

he knows you were unraveling by the second. the jagged whines released from your lips in longer duration proves so. and with one other carefully placed push you come undone (literally &figuratively.) the last thing to come out your mouth, “oh shit.” before you melted against his chest. taking in the sweat soaked forehead and messy hair of his

[richardscamacho]

how cnco would comfort you after a breakup

how best friend!cnco would comfort you after a breakup.

christopher

after such a traumatic breakup, christopher’s main goal would be to keep you uplifted and happy. he’ll do this by complimenting you endlessly, saying things like “you were out of their league anyway!” and “dry your eyes, baby, you’re still the baddest bitch”. really, he just wants to help you see that although one person did you horribly wrong, you shouldn’t completely shut down. he would want to remind you of all the best parts of yourself in order to ensure that you don’t lose touch with them. it may feel as though he’s being a little too persistent, but he comes from a place of love and that will be evident. even if you push him away for a little bit in order to grieve, he’ll always be right there to pick up where you left off.

richard

given that richard is a father, he may have a more mature approach to this than most. he’s always been more of an older brother figure in your life, so he’ll never shy away from telling you things you need to hear, even if you don’t want to. however, he would never phrase things harshly or in a way that he suspects may hurt your feelings. instead, he’ll tread lightly, only speaking once he’s sure you’re in the right mental state to not only hear what he has to say, but to process it as well. he would take your side wholeheartedly, though he would want it to be abundantly clear that you can’t spend everyday crying in bed over this person, as well as why you shouldn’t. every time you feel like giving in and texting them, he’s right there to knock some sense into you in the most loving way possible.

zabdiel

zabdiel is the friend you turn to when you want to rage. not only are you so close, you’re positive that anything you tell him won’t be spread around, but he would have a lot of rage of his own toward your previous significant other. he’ll let you speak your piece for as long as you like, interjecting every so often with an opinion of his own. he may even be a little irritated at himself, as he had a feeling that there was something up with your ex. however, because there was no evidence and he didn’t want to spoil your happiness, he kept his mouth shut and simply reminded you that if things went south he would be there to catch you. he had seen you get your heart broken so many times and now he had no choice but to watch once more, so he would be scolding himself for not finding a way to prevent it (even though that wasn’t possible).

joel

joel is someone you know you can turn to no matter what. while he has a habit of coming across disinterested and cold, you’ve been best friends long enough to know that this is never personal, that it’s just how he is. he never fails to come through for you in your time of need, so this is surely no exception; seeing you so fragile and hurt would make his cold exterior melt a little. all he wants to do is make your pain go away, as he hates that this has happened to you time and time again. he wouldn’t really ask if you want to talk about it, he would merely assume that you do and silently offer a listening ear once you feel as though you’re ready. he’d let you rest your head on his shoulder and spill your guts, nodding along as you do so. he’ll offer advice—some of which is helpful, some of which is jokingly vengeful. he really does have a big heart, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. this would be one of the times he allows all of this to fall away though, for as long as you need it to.

erick

in all honesty, erick wouldn’t be entirely sure how to console you after such a terrible experience. with your friendship dynamic, you’re typically the one taking care of him, so this isn’t a situation that’s very familiar to him. despite this, he would very much want to try to help you through this emotional time. he would want to take baby steps, as he’s a little afraid of making things worse, which he would begin by timidly asking if you’re alright. though you’ll likely say yes, he would instantly know that this is just a front. he knows you and he knows that you feel as though you have to be strong for him because that’s how it’s always been in the past. looking up at you with those vulnerable green eyes, he’ll softly reassure you that you don’t have to be anything for him, that it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling and that he’ll be there for the entirety of it.

[toofadedtofight]

Richard + 21 :)

richard + swimming pool

honestly this would be the cutest, i’m thinking night swim under the stars and you’re both sitting on the edge of the pool just enjoying the water around your legs when richard hops in, smoothly sliding off the edge and dunking his head under the water. the curls lying flat on the top of his head. he comes over and you wrap your legs around his waist and before you know it he’s pulling you into the water with him. running his hands up and down your legs, over your hips, playing the the strings of your bathing suit and you’re admiring the way his shoulders and collar bone are glistening in the pool water and y’all just chill there enjoying each others company.

[cncobby]

Dating Richard Camacho: Drabble Style

There’s so much laughter. Your house is filled with it. In every corner of the house is a happy memory, one that most likely makes you giggle until you can’t breathe. It’s filled with lots of soft “I love you’s,” lots of reassurance that you’re the only girl in the world to him. You were never one to be needy or clingy, but he likes to remind you that you were his, and his alone, and with that, came the reminder that he was also yours. 

You’re both hugely musical people, so naturally, there’s always music in the Camacho household. Showing each other new songs, making playlists that remind you of him and vice versa. It’s a way you guys feel closer, bonding over something that means so much to the both of you. Lots of late night song writing sessions, facetiming his brother with him and making endless pots of coffee as they stay up late together writing the next big hit. 

There’s lots of sexual tension...to say the least. Listen, the man tours most of the year so when he is home...he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Anywhere you are, he is too. In the kitchen? He’s pressed up against you as you stir the food, placing small smooches up and down your neck. Washing the dishes? He ‘accidentally’ sprays our shirt so it’s tight and see through. Watching tv? 100% he’s wrapped around you like a vine, his hands skimming over your butt, using your chest as his pillow. 

Not everything is butterflies and sunshine though. There’s lots of nights, too many nights where you both stay up late clutching each other, whispering soothing words to one another depending on who’s upset. For him, it’s telling him how loved he is, reassuring him that he’s essential to the band and that the fans love him, because as much as he tries to avoid it, he always ends up seeing those few nasty comments that make him spiral into a hole of self-doubt. For you, it’s reassurance that you’re the only one for him, that you’re more than enough for him, because as much as you trust him, there’s always some doubt when you’re dating a world famous superstar. Pillow talk is a very normal occurrence in the Camacho household, soft and sweet whispers about how much you loved each other, but also just stupid things, like whether you guys believed in aliens. (You don’t, he does. This leads to LOTS of late night debates)

Date nights are always a good time-- as much as you two loved to stay in and cuddle, you both are slight party animals. You both loved dressing up to go out to a new fancy restaurant, and then go dancing with his friends afterwards. Whenever you guys went out, he made sure to always have a hand on your waist to keep you close, a part of him afraid that the fans or paparazzi would bombard you guys and accidentally hurt you. Going to club was an experience--you pushed up against Richard as he grinds against you to a sexy song? Yes please. He loved how easily you got along with his friends, how much they loved you. You’d sometimes turn around to see him staring at you with a goofy smile, as if you held the moon in your hands. 

“What are you looking at?” “Nothing baby--you’re just perfect.” 

Cue to you blushing and smooching him in the middle of the dance floor, leading to his friends letting out loud whoops and whistles to embarass you, making Richard just grin at you and whisper how much he loves you.

[peachycypher-blog]

CNCO MASTERLIST

[F] = fluff

[A] = angst

– CHRISTOPHER VÉLEZ

– ZABDIEL DE JESÚS

– RICHARD CAMACHO

– JOEL PIMENTEL

Cards [F]

– ERICK BRIAN COLON

R E A C T I O N S

– N/A

prompts. faq. guidelines. masterlist.

[richardscamacho]

i don't care.

"what's wrong, baby?" zabdiel cooed from between your legs, feigned sympathy taking over his facial features. concern pooled up in those beautiful brown eyes as his fingers curled within you, brushing against your walls. he had to bite back a grin as you failed to respond, merely hewing on your lower lip in order to keep what was left of your composure intact. "cat got your tongue?"

"f-fuck," you sputtered out finally, gasping as his thumb eagerly found your clit. each slow circle he rubbed into the bundle of nerves caused you to dig your nails deeper into the bed sheets. as much as you wished you could, you knew uthe rules; you weren't to touch the blonde that knelt before you. and although you nodded in response to his unspoken question, you were also well aware that it wouldn't be enough. he wanted you to fuel his ego. he wanted you to make him feel better. he wanted to hear it. with whatever confidence you could muster, you slowly got out a broken, "you were right. you're so much better, zabdiel; so, so much better."

"is that right?" he mocked.

at this point, a smirk had begun to tug at the corners of his mouth as his slender digits picked up speed. he wanted to make you regret welcoming another into your bed. he wanted to make you feel it, wanted to make you feel him. and the best part of it all was that you were fully aware of his plan, knew he wasn't going to stop until you had tears streaming down your cheeks, knew he wasn't going to stop until you were begging with your last breath.

"y-yes. you're the only o-one."

[richardscamacho]

circles.

"please," you breathed out, clinging onto him oh so desperately. red painted nails dug themselves deeper into his back with each powerful thrust. each time the head of his cock brushed against your slick walls you let out a loud moan, urging him to continue. you needed to feel his touch; needed the physical affirmation that the connection was real. "i need you."

"i know, mi amor," he growled into your ear. then, he brought your earlobe between perfectly white teeth and gently nipped at the skin, eliciting a slight gasp from your throat. pushing you deeper into the mattress, he tightened his grip atop your waist. you could almost hear the smirk on his lips when he spoke next. "but i want to hear you say it. tell daddy what you need."

eyes closed so tightly shut, you buried your head into the crook of his neck. it was as though you were afraid he was going to leave, as though you were trying to savor whatever skin-to-skin contact you could make.

"i need you," you repeated a second time. kiss swollen lips danced across his shoulder momentarily, painting him red with the remains of your lipstick. "i need you to fuck me, to show me how much you love me, daddy."

"fuck," he grunted, getting off on the sound of your innocent voice uttering such filthy words. hearing you pervert his love for you made his cock throb within you. "that's right. i love you so much, baby."

[richardscamacho]

touch.

“does he fuck you like i do, baby? does he make those legs shake the way i do?” christopher asked through gritted teeth.

two of his fingers roughly pushed passed your slick folds once more. angry, he wasted no time in curling them against your walls. after a moment, he hastily pulled back and began the cycle all over again. each time your walls contracted around his digits, a desperate whimper left your lips. he smirked, knowing this was the only answer the was going to receive. feeling your juices drip down his hand was more than enough confirmation.

“another,” you croaked. “i can take another one.”

obliging your shameless pleas, he pressed a third finger against your entrance. you took in a sharp breath as he easily slipped it inside. it was but three, yet you felt so full. as he resumed his fast pace, you let out another series of pleasured moans.

“what a whore,” he scoffed at your reaction. “my whore.”

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[richardscamacho]

television romance.

you let out an audible huff as your eyes rolled back into your skull. finally, the pencil dropped from beneath your fingers as your eyes rose to meet the pair of boys, the wood making a dull clatter as it hit the sketch pad on your lap. you picked your head up from the couch cushion in order to take a better look at them; first, you immediately took notice of christopher’s annoyed expression, next, zabdiel’s hopeful gaze.

“not this again,” you stated simply.

the other three boys could be heard talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. although you weren’t able to make out the entirely of their conversation, you were just able to hear your name come up once or twice, which was what tipped you off this time. it had become their favorite form of entertainment—watching dumb and dumber fight over you. your step brother seemed to be at the head of this party, as erick took the most pleasure in your annoyance.

“it’s been two months,” came the blonde’s response.

that was the one thing you had always admired about his character—he was incredibly upfront. he was simple and easy to understand, for he said things exactly as he meant them without beating around the bush in order to do so. he knew what he wanted out of life and he didn’t see much of a point in playing games to get it. he laid everything out on the table once without feeling the need to present it to you time and time again. it became easy to forget about his intense feelings toward you when you were just enjoying each other’s company, became easy to view him as a friend... maybe even a little more than. he was good company to keep, you thought.

christopher was cut from a different stone entirely. the brunette brushed a chunk of hair from his face and nodded in agreement. those deep brown eyes bore into you as he spoke, his voice coming out strained and irritated.

“we deserve an answer,” he said. “it’s embarrassing that everyone gets to watch you bounce back and forth between us. that’s not fair, (y/n). you knew you would have to pick one of us eventually.”

this type of response wasn’t out of the ordinary for the older male. he played games often, thinking that he could get you to warm up to him through the means of coy flirtation. he was a man who felt deeply and passionately, which was why the harshness in his tone had yet to make you flinch. you had seen it from him before; you knew that he didn’t mean his words in the way they had come out, that he wasn’t as good with his feelings as most would assume. this was why he so often resorted to other means of getting you to fall for him. he was so unable to come out and say it like you needed him to—in a way that didn’t come across as sexual or devious—that he tended to lean into little gestures.

“excuse me?” you asked calmly, swinging your legs off the side of the couch. you were fully prepared to get up and walk off at this point, unsure of where this conversation would lead. you cocked your head to the side, feigning bewilderment. “you’re not entitled to anything, christopher. i think your head’s gotten a little too big, especially if you think i “bounce back and forth” between anybody. i don’t even give you the time of day unless you’re throwing some gift at me and i have to say thank you.”

that familiar loud laugh could be heard echoing from the kitchen, as erick presumably came to the realization that richard just lost the bet they had placed a few weeks ago. zabdiel’s eyes widened in surprise. it seemed as though he was trying not to laugh himself, his lips pursed ever so slightly. you looked back to christopher, still not finished addressing him.

ignoring the look of anger beginning to form on his face, you continued.

“i’m tired. i’m exhausted. i’m not a prize, and it’s so irritating watching you fight over me every single time i come over. what’s funny is that it isn’t even a fight! you show out for my attention just to get on his nerves and you need to grow up. you’re too fucking old to be acting like a child.”

then, sketchpad in hand, you rose to your feet. your eyes fell upon the blonde as you began to walk around the pair, your lips curling into a big, toothy smile.

@pmcobabie

[richardscamacho]

godless.

you could feel the bruises blossoming atop the delicate skin draped over your knees as you knelt before him. hands clasped together so tightly, wrists bound together with the softest silk necktie richard was able to find, you sat there just as he’d instructed you to. eyes shut tight, you listened intently as he undid the buckle on his belt. though you were trapped in prayer, the action never truly crossed your mind until he began to tease, until his movements became too slow to handle.

“open.”

at his simple, gruff instruction, you obediently let your lips fall apart. it took everything in your being not to smile as your soft, supple pink tongue began to peak above your teeth. you were so eager for him, you had difficulty hiding it. then, you could just make out a bright flash from behind the darkness created by closed lids.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he cooed in admiration. a gentle hand stroked your cheek momentarily. “and you’re all mine.”

you merely nodded, as he had yet to grant you the right to speak. you felt the rough pad of his thumb come into contact with your tongue, followed by his forefinger on its underside. you happily assisted him in pulling the muscle from your lips. this has become somewhat of a ritual; richard loved preparing you for his this way. there was something so erotic about it, something so perverse about his praying babygirl posed this way.

the sight alone caused him to let out an audible groan.

your toes curled in anticipation. he had the tendency to become predictable in his routine—at least to the extent that you were able to sense how impatient he was becoming. and then you felt it. one hand moved to roughly grip the back of your head as the other smacked his cock against your tongue once, twice, then a third time; a soft gasp tumbled from your lips as he roughly entered your open mouth.

“that’s it, whore, just like that.”

[richardscamacho]

gingerbread man.

"you know better than that, babyboy," you tsked softly, shaking your head down at erick.

the boy was desperately struggling against the restraints. his features contorted in frustration as the muddled sound of metal on wood filled his ears; his thick brows furrowed to paint the perfect picture of agitation. so used to being spoiled, so accustomed to getting what he wanted, he wasn’t sure what he should do now that the ball was in your court. and still he tossed and turned, hoping to somehow break free from the cuffs.

your lips curled into a smug smile. your fingers dancing over his shaft caused him to freeze, to quicken his breathing ever so slug help. you leaned your head in, leaving but an inch or two between your lips. softly, you whispered, “beg me, i know you can.”

he bit down on his lower lip for a moment, pondering over your request. no matter how tempting it was; erick didn’t beg for anyone. he much preferred it when you were on your hands for him babbling inaudible pleas between thrusts. and even so, he knew the threat was serious, that you wouldn’t hesitate to leave him there if he didn’t give in. in this instance, you didn’t need him—he needed you. and he hated it.

then he looked up, his eyes meeting yours.

“please, mami, give me what i need. i need it, i need you. i need your touch, need it so badly.” he drawled out, his tone oh so sultry.

you narrowed your eyes as your slender fingers finally taking hold of his cock.

“like you mean it this time.”

[richardscamacho]

lipstick covered magnet.

were you prepared to lose all of your friends? the question weighed heavy on your head as you stared down at your phone screen. having already informed christopher that you both should talk, having already gotten a response, you had already sparked a fire you were unable to put out. you’d left yourself with no option but to speak your mind sooner or later.

joel had urged you to text your best friend the night before, but now that the time had come, you were unable to do so. tears sprung to your eyes. you were terrified of the prospect of joel being your only friend, the only one you were able to trust. you knew this was the reality you faced, as you had no intentions of patching things up with the older male. instead, you looked to sever all ties. none of your other friends seemed worth more than drifting apart, yet christopher was different; he had left your mind filled with doubts for months. recently, you just felt like these doubts were confirmed.

“i noticed that too,” joel had said into the phone, commenting on the things you were telling him. though he didn’t know the older male very much, he knew you. he also knew how “best friends” typically acted toward one another. his expectations were so high, especially due to how you spoke of the boy in question, that what he was observing didn’t make much sense. “he only talks to you sometimes, when he wants to. i’ve seen you ask him to sit with us a few times and it’s just, like... it doesn’t look like he really cares for the people he sits with? he acts like he doesn’t know you.”

“you should hear the things he says about them,” was all you said in response.

a heavy sigh escaped your lips. you hadn’t really put much thought into how you would broach the subject; it was something you had been avoiding with everything in your being. you knew you needed to start over, knew a clean slate was in your best interest, and yet you couldn’t keep your fingers from shaking.

you were scared you would forever feel as painfully alone as chris had made you the past few months.

[cnchoe-imagines]

Hi babe! It’s my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering if you could maybe do a Richard Drabble with 15 from the prompt list maybe if you can make it a bit angsty 👀😂 thanks love ❤️

richard x gn!reader + the way you said “i love you” - 15. loud, so everyone can hear

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The shot you throw back burns of regret and envy, scarring your throat with the familiar taste of him. His lips had the same poison on them last time you kissed him, and you can practically feel his rough touch and hot breath. The way he gripped your hips said forever, but his eyes held hesitance in them, and you wish you had remembered they were the window to the soul and saved yourself from heartbreak.

He stood just a few yards away, red hair slicked back with sweat. His earring catches the flickering lights and the little cross dangling from his lobe reflects in your direction, calling you over. You’re the hesitant one this time, though, so you stay rooted in your spot, digging your heels into the floor with as much determination as you can muster.

You don’t know who the girl with him is or why she’s so close, but you wish you didn’t care. She has just as much right to grind against him as you do to envision yourself in her spot. It’s the only birthday wish of yours you know won’t come true, even if you whisper it into the air as you blow out your candles.

The cake celebration is long forgotten, however, when Richard stalks over to you after the song blasting ends, the heavy reggaeton beat fading as his steps grow closer.

“¿Por qué me estás ignorando?” His words are hushed, but his tone is forceful. His dark and hooded eyes stare into yours, and a part of you swears he’s tearing up -- but you know better than to have hope when it comes to Richard.

“You’re busy,” you respond nonchalantly, tearing your gaze from his. When you glance around, the girl from before is long gone, but when you turn back, Richard is still there -- staring at you with an unidentifiable emotion on his features.

Then, it morphs into something more familiar -- anticipation, maybe. “So, you were watching.”

You’re shocked for a moment, and then you glare. Fire rushes through your body and you take a step closer to him. He may think your feelings are a game, but you’re about to prove him wrong.

“So that’s what this is to you? You love knowing I’m over here watching you -- that I’m the one heartbroken because I’m the one that fell in love with you.” You don’t realize you’re yelling until things go silent and everyone by the bar is staring, the air heavy with tension. At this point, you could care less, even those your hands shake with nerves and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“No,” Richard replies, just as fiery. “I love knowing that you’re watching because I can’t help but wish you’d walk over and take me back -- because I’m the stupid one who fell in love and let you go.”

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a/n: happy birthday babe !! have a great one xx 💕

[cncobby]

Choose - Christopher Velez

hi bbys i got super inspired last night by that cute video of chris and his ex and for some reason i wrote some angst??? who am i??? its my first time writing angst and in drabble form so pls be kind to mee<3 

also sidenote part 2 is gonna be a collab with @cncocubanita ! it has a special twist so stay tuned... (special shoutout to @mysweetserpentine for helping me with this!! love u bubs)

love,

cncobby

It was one in the morning, and you still were staring at the dark screen of your phone, waiting for it to light up with the contact name “baby.” You’d been waiting for hours, impatiently checking your phone since you knew the concert had ended. He always called you after the concert, to tell you about his day, what happened at soundchecks and meet and greets, if he accidentally faceplanted again on stage. He never missed a call, until now.

You had gotten restless after two hours of waiting, almost obsessively checking your phone every time it vibrated, only to be met with disappointment when it wasn’t a message or call from him. You weren’t proud of it, but you resorted to checking the social media pages. The fans could get overbearing, but they were useful when you needed them to be. Your eyes scanned the different photo’s and videos from the night, attempting to find one that stood out, something that pointed to why he hadn’t called you. You were never the needy type, but this was different. She was there. His first love, the one you always compared yourself to. She was beautiful and successful, having an already established career while you were still a struggling college student. How could you compare? She had also gotten him first, the one who captured his heart for years and ultimately broke it, leading to his player-like ways until he had met you. He was in her state, and he had always gone to visit her when he was there. Granted he never gave you a reason to think he’d cheat, but the insecurity was there. 

You had almost given up on your search, but right as you were about to exit the profile, a new video popped up, a video with her face in it. You thought, “there’s no way, he wouldn’t just go visit her without letting me know, right?” Clicking on the video made your heart drop, your stomach suddenly feeling queasy. There they were, sitting awfully close on the bed as she giggled and flipped her hair and turned the camera to him, singing a sweet lullaby to her as he greeted the camera, lips upturned in a casual yet happy smile. 

It felt as if you had physically gotten punched in the chest. Here you were, waiting hours for his phone call, and he hadn’t even thought to text you? Normally you’d just shoot him a text, telling him that you missed him but you were hurt and angry. Why should you try to talk to him if he wasn’t going to? Before you even realized it, you were wiping angry tears from your cheeks, angry both at yourself for feeling this way, and angry at him for making you feel like you had a reason for being angry. 

Hours had passed, and sleep was still nowhere to be found. The tears you shed had long dried up, but the ache in your chest still pulsed, a constant reminder of your anger. 

You were about to fall asleep when suddenly your phone screen lit up as his name popped up onto the screen. It was three in the morning and now he chose to call you? Either he was drunk, or knew he had fucked up, or both.

Your fingers hovered over the green button, itching to press accept and just forget about the whole night, wanting to hear his smooth voice and vibrant giggle, the two always putting your mind at ease before you fell asleep. But as your finger lingered about the screen, her face flashed into your head, all flirty and smiling with him reciprocating (encouraging??) it. Your eyes clenched shut, a whole new wave of sadness washing over you, making you push the red button and turn over to bury yourself into your pillow, tears still falling down your cheeks as you drifted off into a solemn sleep.