#richard camacho drabble

[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 💕

[ameliterature]

Hey bestie pls could you do a Chameron drabble where the other poets didn't know they were dating, and they find out :) Thank you! <3

"Cameron, you fink, why dontcha bother someone else with your stupid factoid." Charlie insults his roommate from across the cave.

"It's not a factoid, Charlie, all I'm saying is that if we keep-"

"I don't wanna hear it-" Charlie cuts him off again. "Anyway, Neil, go ahead, start the meeting." He tosses his eyes onto Neil, obviously concerned by the friction between the two roommates.

As they recited their opening poem, Neil tossed his own look back at Todd, shifting his eyes to Charlie and back at Todd to signal the subject of his worry. Todd, having built an amazing sense of telepathy with Neil, sensed the concern and signaled him that they'll talk about it later.

Later into the night, a bit past midnight, the poets returned to their dorm undetected.

Neil and Todd retired into their room, the one right across Charlie and Cameron. "What was up with those two, huh?"

"I dunno, I feel like Charlie and Cameron are fighting again." Todd said, sitting beside Neil on his bed.

"Maybe I should talk to Charlie tomorrow, y'know? I hate to see two friends fight, especially during meetings."

Todd shrugged nervously "Yeah, I hope they could stop being enemies for once."

"I fucking love you," Charlie says breathlessly as he closed the door behind him and Cameron. He started pressing gentle yet passionate kisses onto Cameron's cheek. His desperate hugs were enough to let Cameron know he was apologizing for something.

"Really? Seemed like you were really annoyed by me a while ago," Cameron rolled his eyes at Charlie.

"Look, I told you once, I'm not gonna say it again: When you tell the group random facts, I find you REALLY ATTRACTIVE. If you're gonna respect the fact I'm tryin' to hide my rabid attraction to you, you better stop being so cute in public." Charlie kisses Cameron's forehead.

Cameron rolls his eyes, smiling at how he even ended up with Charlie. Perhaps it was that one time he confessed to Charlie-- obviously, but perhaps it was that time he and Charlie got too close too fast during one argument that everything became warm and fuzzy.

Either way, he likes seeing Charlie like this. He was surprisingly affectionate and gentle with how he handled their relationship. He only really "overreacted" how much he hated Cameron in public, but he always made up for it behind closed doors. Charlie is especially cute when he tells Cameron about his entire day before they go to bed, and the fact that Cameron had enough space for all of Charlie's stupid stories in his brain was remarkable.

Charlie Dalton was, in his own words, whipped for Richard Cameron. He'd do anything for Cameron, if it meant making him realize he was sorry for all those years they fought or times he insulted him, or if it also meant trying to show him how much he wasn't as uptight as they both thought. Charlie tried his best to make Cameron see how much he likes him. But he just couldn't risk outing them both to their group. It wasn't fair. Cameron wasn't ready to show their relationship to anyone and Charlie was willing to wait.

One day, in another DPS meeting, the boys were huddled up by the cave again, listening to Charlie play his saxophone (he kind of pointed towards Cameron) and he would sway slowly along.

Something caught Cameron's eye, in his peripheral caught Neil and Todd's hands secretly intertwine while no one else was looking. And at that instant, Cameron didn't feel nervous or alone, or even embarrassed. If the two people he cared about (aside from Charlie) could possibly be in a relationship, then they'd understand him and Charlie. And with their influence, it wouldn't be too bad.

"Hey guys," Cameron started. Charlie lowered his saxophone as he slowly decreased his volume to listen to Cameron. "Did you know-"

Charlie blasted an incoherent jumble of notes to mask Cameron's upcoming factoid.

"That--"

Another louder jumble of notes.

"I--"

An even louder, more annoying jumble of notes. The others were starting to get pissed off.

"Damn it, Charlie, let Cameron finish!" Neil snapped. "I know he and you haven't been friendly recently but, Jesus, could you give him a break?" Todd looked at Neil and back at Charlie, shocked and embarrassed.

"T-thanks, Neil but-"

"It's okay, Cameron, go on, tell us anything, and we won't let Charlie butt in."

"Well, I was gonna say the fact that I love Charlie Dalton, but I was kinda hoping him to butt in and say it with me." Cameron joked sheepishly.

Everyone in the cave had their jaws drop. Neil and Todd, trying to process if he was joking, Meeks and Pitts watching Charlie's shocked expression, and Knox who was rapidly turning his head back and forth to get everyone else's reaction.

"I--" Charlie's eyes were locked on Cameron.

"I know I was ashamed to admit it before, but I think it was because I was ashamed that I wasn't good enough for you. I wanna be good enough for you, I wanna show our friends that I'm not a fink, or I'm not some arrogant guy against you all the time-- Charlie, I really love you."

Charlie soon stood up from his spot and made his way over to Cameron, holding his face fondly.

Todd looked up at his friend, seemingly dazed and impressed, before looking back at Neil. "A-are they coming out before us?" He whispered to Neil.

Charlie gave Cameron a simple kiss on the lips, and even if it embarrassed his red-headed (and red-cheeked) boyfriend, he didn't mind it at all. "You're more than enough to me, Cam."

"Oh my god I think they are--" Neil replied to Todd.

Despite the fact Cameron and Charlie stole their thunder, Neil and Todd welcomed their relationship, congratulating them, urging the others to join in, the rest of them unsurprisingly quite ok with it.

That same night, when Charlie and Cameron returned to their rooms, lying down on the same bed, holding hands as they try to sleep.

"I can't believe you just finked about our own relationship." Charlie said, bringing up Cameron's hand to kiss it.

"Don't worry, they're the only people I'd tell it to, for now." Cameron turned to kiss his roommate good night, giving Charlie shivers down his whole spine. "Just say the word, I'll do it, babe."

Charlie Dalton is very much whipped for Richard Cameron.

[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.

[cncobby]

here’s part two m’loves!!! it’s in chris’ POV heh

pt 3 to come soon!!

Choose - Christopher Velez

so as you’ve guessed this is the second part to me and @cncobby‘s collab. the twist here is that its in his pov. please enjoy, much angst, much feels – by yours truly cncocubanita aka sam

I was undeniably exhausted after the concert, more so than usual but the guys insisted on entertaining the few friends that came to see us in New York. So as I  traipsed into Zabdiel’s boisterous hotel room, i was met with a plethora of familiar faces. One of which made my heart nearly lodge itself in my throat. Physically, I felt my palms get sweaty as I clutched my shirt in anxious surprisal. On a night like this I would’ve called my girlfriend or even better – would’ve slid into bed next to her but no, right in front of me in this tired haze – was my ex girlfriend Kelsey. An audible expletive could be heard, though I do hope it came across as marking the nostalgia, because as I hugged her in greeting I couldn’t withhold the shaky yet breathy exhale that came forth. She grabbed my hands, chipper and cheery as I remember, so good with her words that we soon slid right back into the friendship we had cultivated so well over the years.  “Hey babe, great show! Congrats on all – all of this.” Her hands moved rapidly around, gesturing to the lavish hotel room, the clothes, the friends. All I could do was chuckle honestly, letting our arms fall limp as she continued to lay into me with a barrage of questions and comments. 

How’s that girlfriend of yours? You haven’t been returning my texts, are you that busy? Erick had to invite me up here, have you really forgotten your first love like that? It was never flirtatious — god no — Kelsey and I just had a genuine friendship but that did remind me of my girl. The exhaustion had clouded my decision making skills, forgetting to call her was something I never did. But as soon as I reached for my phone I was guided over to the bed by Erick and Zabdiel, urging me to join the little karaoke session that had started in front of the big plasma screen TV. I had no time to give her her nightly text or call, nor did I have time to answer Kelsey’s questions. Instead I was thrusted into the middle of the party, finding myself serenading everyone quite comically, and at one point Kelsey found her way next to me again, recording the spectacle with that beautiful grin of hers. It made me smile, as making anyone have a good time made me happy.  So when the camera flashed to me I kept singing, smiling down at the camera to capture such a beloved moment – not thinking about the repercussions, where that video was going – anything of that sort. It was close to daybreak when I was finally escorted out, Kelsey giving me a quick peck along with all of the other attendees. I gave them all one in return, my palm however soon coming to my face to tiredly drag down my features as I trudged back to my hotel room. Once I had finally undressed and readied myself for bed I glanced at the time and my heart suddenly dropped to my ass. I fumbled for my phone, strewn amongst the dirty laundry that I wore that night on the floor. Once the screen illuminated I didn’t see any messages, any voicemails. The blankness in my screen was borderline harrowing. I then swallowed thickly, fists clenching as I scold myself for leaving her on the back burner like that. I immediately snatched a jacket and brought myself onto the balcony, the distance being lit up by the rising sun as I stood so irrationally torn underneath the stars. I called and called and called, texted even more – but there was no response. My knuckles had gone white from gripping the railing so hard, thinking to myself how a video like that could be misconstrued. Thinking about how hurt you must be, how I kept you waiting all night. It burned me to my core, and it killed me even more that I couldn’t contact you to explain such a situation. 

How would I even be able to explain that? How does one explain that?

I’m such. a. horrible. boyfriend. Fuck. Even as I stood out here with the frost biting at my nose, I felt nothing but pure hollowness – caught up in the radio silence on your end. I wasn’t even being sent to voicemail, it was as if you were purposely declining. I hadn’t even realized how long I had been standing outside until Clara came in the next morning, startling me with her voice as I sat gazing out at the rising sun.  “Everything okay, pollito?”

[imaginesbygrace]

Singers/Musical Artists/Groups

Drabble List

Cristiano Ronaldo(Zayn Malik) - Imagine

Comforting Taylor Swift when she gets dissed - AU Meme

Being best friends with Taylor Swift - AU Meme

Blurred Cities(Zabdiel de Jesus) - Imagine

Pegao(Richard Camacho) - Imagine

Dating Colson Baker(MGK) and being the complete opposite of him - AU Meme

[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.”

[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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[cncocubanita]

A relationship w/ Richard Camacho

Richard drabble for @cncobby Happy 900th

It’d be filled with a lot of touching, he’s definitely one who treasures PDA. And boy -- you may not be someone that liked touching from before you got together with him, but the more he touched you the more you liked it, craved it even. There’d be a lot of “UGH babe get off ur so gross” to him after he’s all sweaty because of practice -- but you’re actually buzzing off the constant feeling of his insistent need to be touching you. You enjoyed just how much you felt his chiseled abs even through the back of your shirt even if it’s just from when  he hugs you from behind. You loved how he nuzzled his chin into your neck, telling him to get off before losing it and laughing, his stubble making you nearly squeal out cause you were terribly ticklish.   It’d be filled with even more touch: his arm lazily slung around you in a possessive manner even if you’re just out to lunch -- his kisses always telling you that he could never get enough of your love. You’re good with your words but he is not -- so he’s learned to show you what he means through actions. If he fucked up or irritated you, he’d press up behind your bum when you were washing the dishes all before his lips sweetly mouth down your neck, sturdy hands pulling you so very gently again him, just so you could really feel him. He couldn’t ever seem to express his words well enough so he showed you instead so you could feel them. This is how you communicated, and you had learned to love it. It’d be filled with constant facetiming, him flashing you to all the boys when you were just waking up or readying yourself to go to bed bc “babe you’re just sooooo naturally pretty I gotta show them what I get to go to sleep with and wake up next to.” And you’re like,  “ew no babe shut up I look so ugly today” He yells at you for saying such a thing before threatening to fly out to wherever you turned out to be just so he could tell you otherwise in person.  It’d be a lot of date nights that turn into babysitting because of Aaliyah. But you loved kids, and seeing him be a dad was the softest thing to ever witness. You’d start babbling to each other about what marriage and kids would be like, Aaliyah giving you side advice because young kids are the masters at true love honestly. She would suggest a beautiful garden wedding behind a castle -- and since her and papa were princess and king -- then that’d make you queen. Richard would usher Aaliyah into saying something else -- not wanting the princess and king to scare away the queen with such royal responsibilities. But the way he’d flash a toothy grin at you told you that he secretly wanted that for you, and that he couldn’t wait to make you his wife.