#cnco richard x reader

[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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[kaiyatoast]

goofing around - richard camacho

pairing: richard camacho x reader w/c: 345

imagine goofing around with richard. you'd be doing some things around the house with music on when some of cnco's songs come on. you'd dance around with richard and singing to the song. he would have a smile as he watched his girl sing and dance along to his song.

when it was a ballad song, he'd just be singing softly to you, holding you close to him. when it was a reggaeton song, you know the two of you would be dancing like you were in the club, his hands on your waist while you worked that ass against him.

when solo yo came on, richard smirked at you, knowing how much you liked that song. well, more specifically, the choreography of that one particular part of it. it drove you wild everytime he performed that song on stage and danced to the slowed down part.

richard would make sure to move his hips more, making eye contact with you everytime. you'd join in with him, dancing in a way that had him riled up. you moved your hips along to the music, making sure that he had his eyes on you.

when it was finally the slowed down part of solo yo, richard pulled you down on the floor so that you were laying on your back. he slowly lifted up his shirt and got down on you grinding you. you felt a lil something there and you looked up at him, smirking. he did his usual dance, meaning he moved his hips against yours, basically dry humping you.

when the part was over, neither of you move. instead, you stayed like that, moving your hands up his body as he leaned down, attaching his lips to the side of your neck.

"you wanna show me how else you can move your hips?" you asked, moving your head to the side to give richard more access.

"it would be my pleasure," he said as he pressed his lips against yours, moving his hips against you again, showing you what to expect later on.

reposted from my other account @calums-betch

[cncoluvbot]

new cnco writing blog

hi, all! welcome to cncoluvbot — a new cnco writing blog! feel free to send in any and all requests pertaining to the guys. i accept all ideas from smut to fluff and everything in between, so be as creative as you’d like (and maybe send in some au requests). even if it’s just something small like “how do you think the boys would be in xyz situation” i would be happy to oblige (:

[anninhiliation]

Repeat That - Plus Size Reader

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Warnings: 18+ its smut!

A/N: Still cleaning up my camera roll

“You wanna repeat that little girl?” He brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face sending a shiver down your spine.

 The air in your lungs trapping right into your chest. Unable to escape and replace with fresh air. You’re throbbing between your legs, his voice so low and stern already doing things to you. Now would be your chance to behave and apologize if you really wanted him to go easy on you. If you wanted him to spoil you for hours on end. If you wanted gentle sweet, a little rough but nothing enough to leave many marks. He’s giving you a chance to realize your mistake and back out before its too late. But the other option, the more entertaining option, is to continue. To feel his strength against your skin. Have him manhandle you like a little rag doll. It doesn’t matter the extra skin you have, the stomach that pokes out. The rolls that cover pieces of your skin. He’s not afraid to act as if you’re indestructible. He’s not afraid to make you feel so small and helpless.

“Make me” you repeat.

Your voice confident in your decision. Confident you want to see the stars in the roughest way possible, all at his mercy.  

[marvelouslimelight]

i love music parallels

[calums-betch]

richard camacho post #5

note: gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner of it

warning: none. it gets suggestive at the end but it still passes off as PG-13

word count: 345

imagine goofing around with richard. you'd be doing some things around the house with music on when some of cnco's songs come on. you'd dance around with richard and singing to the song. he would have a smile as he watched his girl sing and dance along to his song.

when it was a ballad song, he'd just be singing softly to you, holding you close to him. when it was a reggaeton song, you know the two of you would be dancing like you were in the club, his hands on your waist while you worked that ass against him.

when solo yo came on, richard smirked at you, knowing how much you liked that song. well, more specifically, the choreography of that one particular part of it. it drove you wild everytime he performed that song on stage and danced to the slowed down part.

richard would make sure to move his hips more, making eye contact with you everytime. you'd join in with him, dancing in a way that had him riled up. you moved your hips along to the music, making sure that he had his eyes on you.

when it was finally the slowed down part of solo yo, richard pulled you down on the floor so that you were laying on your back. he slowly lifted up his shirt and got down on you grinding you. you felt a lil something there and you looked up at him, smirking. he did his usual dance, meaning he moved his hips against yours, basically dry humping you.

when the part was over, neither of you move. instead, you stayed like that, moving your hands up his body as he leaned down, attaching his lips to the side of your neck.

"you wanna show me how else you can move your hips?" you asked, moving your head to the side to give richard more access.

"it would be my pleasure," he said as he pressed his lips against yours, moving his hips against you again, showing you what to expect later on.

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

christopher velez - run

aka: get back here, u rat

Author’s Note: This is the second fic in the Boyfriend/Bestfriend Series @zabdidaddi and I are doing! The tone of this one is very different from the first, so we hope you enjoy it! <3     -m.n.

Pairings: Richard - best friend, Christopher - love interest

Warnings: This is the funniest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Jay and I were laughing so hard over this thing, I swear.

Word Count: 1.1k+

***

You saw him before he saw you. His hair was blond now and his face was turned away from you, but there was no mistaking the figure - it was Richard.

You dropped your suitcase and ran as fast as you could, jumping onto his back piggy-back style.

“Rich!” you yelled, and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh my god, shawty!” he was visibly frightened, but didn’t drop you. “You can never just say hi, can you?” he laughed after his recovery.

“Not to you,” you said, slipping off his back to give him a hug.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said squeezing you tight. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for the plane ticket to come see you!” you said. “This tour has been so long.”

“Anytime, shawty,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you need help with your suitcase?” A handsome boy you hadn’t noticed before stepped forward.

“Oh, sure!” you smiled at him uncertainly.

“(Y/N), this is Joel,” said Richard. “I asked him to come along.” Why did Richard wink at you as he said that?

***

When you arrived in the huge hotel suite the band shared, there were two boys standing over a table, decorating a cake.

The tall one with blond hair looked up immediately.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Zabdiel,” he said pleasantly.

“And I’m Erick,” said the one with piercing blue eyes. They were both grinning like fools.

“What are you so happy about?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Come, look!” Zabdiel said, beckoning you, Richard, and Joel over.

The icing on the cake they decorated said, “Hapee birthday, Richard’s frend :)” in what looked like a first grader’s handwriting. Above “Richard’s frend” was a horrible misspelling of your name, crossed out, and violently covered in sprinkles.

“Zabdi, what is this supposed to be?” Richard asked, scowling.

“A birthday cake. We made it ourselves,” said Zabdiel proudly, looking over at Erick.

Joel’s head was in his hands. “Oh my god, the spelling,” he mumbled, pained.

“Bro.” Erick looked sadly at Joel. “We spent two hours on this.”

“I love it!” you were smiling so hard it hurt. It was hilarious.

“Really?” Zabdiel and Erick perked up.

“Really, this is the best cake I’ve ever seen,” you said, tears streaming out of your eyes from suppressed laughter.

“Oh my god, she’s crying, Zabdi,” said Erick.

“Why are you crying, mi amol?” Zabdiel bent down to look in your eyes, genuinely concerned.

You threw a tragic look at Richard, who smirked. “It’s just that Richard’s never made me a cake before,” you said, voice almost cracking with laughter.

“Oh bebé, I’m sorry,” said Zabdiel seriously, pulling you into a hug. “I will be your best friend now instead.”

“Me too,” said Erick, joining Zabdiel in hugging you.

“Me three,” said an unfamiliar voice, and you suddenly felt a pair of hands low on your waist.

You looked up and there was a handsome boy with floppy hair and a confident smile.

“Who are you?” you asked, not knowing why your heart was fluttering.

“I’m Chris. Who are you?”

“That’s (Y/N),” said Richard, his voice deeper than usual. “And she’s my best friend. When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Chris said, winking at you.

“(Y/N), would you like to see how we did the sprinkles on the cake?” Zabdiel asked.

“Of course,” you said. And while Zabdiel and Erick showed you their cake-decorating techniques, Richard struck up a different conversation with Joel.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Richard asked. “You should talk to her.”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful, but... I-,” faltered Joel, blushing.

“I don’t think she’s beautiful,” Chris interjected.

“What?”

“I think she’s hot.” Chris was grinning.

“Listen here, you little goof,” Richard hissed menacingly. “Stay away from her.”

“Why?”

“She needs someone who’ll take care of her, not flirt with her.”

“Ay, papá, that’s what she has you for.”

***

Once you had all eaten some of the cake, which was surprisingly delicious, Richard’s phone rang.

“It’s Aaliyah,” he said, smiling. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Send her my besitos,” you said, and he nodded.

The moment he was gone, Chris grabbed your hand. His eyes were alight and it made you smile.

“You’re all I can think about, mamí,” he said. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” Your heart beat.

“Anywhere. To the stars, if you want.”

You glanced at the door Richard disappeared through. He probably wouldn’t mind. “All right,” you said, feeling like a dream.

Chris took you to a really beautiful restaurant in the city. He was attentive and kind, and his laughter was contagious.

You were captivated while he told you about all the places he’d been and things he’d done. “You remind me of Rio de Janeiro,” he said. “When I was walking on the  - oh no.” His eyes moved to something behind you, terror on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What the heck, Christopher?” You could recognize Richard’s voice without seeing him.

“Oh no, oh no,” Chris mumbled.

“I told you to stay away from her,” Richard boomed, and people started to look at you. You wanted to die right there.

“Richard, just listen,” said Chris weakly.

Richard, however, wasn’t in the mood for talking. He grabbed Chris by the jacket, ready to fight. But Chris slipped away, leaving his jacket in Richard’s hand, and took off screaming.

“Hey! Get back here, you rat!” Richard yelled, sprinting after him.

It was like watching a savage lion chase his prey through the jungle. Chris’s hyper screams reminded you of a chipmunk in distress.

Chris collided with a waiter, who fell down dramatically, while Richard jumped on top of a table. From there, he pounced down on Chris, whose screaming intensified.

You ran after them, pulling on Richard’s shoulders to get him to let go.

“Richard, what in the world-?”

“No, that’s on me, (Y/N),” Christopher wheezed. “He caught me slipping.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I warned him to stay away from you,” said Richard. “He knows he doesn’t deserve you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“He’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever seen, shawty, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. Why couldn’t you go out with someone normal - like Joel?”

“Rich, you’re not my dad,” you said, tears welling up from emotion. “I think I can make my own decisions, especially on my birthday.” But when you looked at him you saw that tears were trickling out of his eyes too. “Now why are you crying, Richard?”

“Because I made you cry,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“It’s all right, Rich.” You leaned down and hugged him tight. “But I just have one thing to say,” you said, glancing over at Chris.

“What is it, mamí?” Chris looked up at you sheepishly. You took his hand and smiled.

“Run!”

And hand in hand you two sprinted out of the restaurant and into the sunshine, laughing so hard you felt like your side would split.

[richardscamacho]

let me.

“don’t worry, princess,” joel murmured softly into the skin of your navel before placing a tender kiss to the surface. idle hands massaged supple flesh, rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of either thigh. he wanted you to feel comfortable with him during your first time together, so much that he was really taking his time. deep brown eyes shot up at your for a moment as he added, “i’m gonna make sure you’re nice and ready for me, okay?”

you nodded quietly, fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation.

a little groan left your lips as his own left a trail of kisses down to your core. though you’d mentioned to him once before that you wanted your first time together to be intimate and special, you weren’t aware that this would be accompanied by such a slow pace. it was getting to be so much, you were almost unable to take it. almost.

“please,” you begged as slender fingers gently pushed past your slick folds.

“hm?” the brunette hummed in response. he then proceeded to place a wet kiss atop your sensitive clit, eliciting a slight gasp from you. you could practically feel his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how tight your grip was; it looked as though you were about to pull the sheets from the mattress entirely. “oh, i see... my baby’s needy. is that it, baby?”

[cncofantasias]

This Isn’t Beyoncé We Aren’t All Flawless- Imagine

Imagine: You’re scared of your cooking skills and although you and Richard have been together for more than a year you never cooked for him until one day when he comes home early and you’re making yourself dinner. So all of your fears and anxieties about him trying your food pop up.

Author’s Note: I just wanna say I loveee hot cheeto Richard he looks soo fine 😍😍😍

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Since you and Richard had been together you’d always avoided cooking for him because although you felt you cooked okay. Your cooking skills were good enough to feed yourself because you didn’t complain about the way you cooked. Although Richard would never purposely make you feel bad about your cooking you were scared that he wouldn’t like what you cooked and think less of you.

But today for some reason you’d really wanted a chicken parmesan and since Richard was out of town you decided to go to the grocery store and pick up everything you needed. You and Richard at this point, had been together for at least a year and sometimes he would casually joke about when you’d cook a dinner for him.

“Mamita we’ve been together for a year at this point, estás esperando para algo especial so you can finally cook me dinner?”

“Solo estoy esperando que te mueras de hambre and then I’ll consider cooking you a dinner.”

He loudly laughed realizing that was the reason he loved you. You weren’t afraid to say the unpredictable.

“In that case I guess I’ll just be having to cook for the both of us.”

“That would be correct sir, pero por favor cook faster. Unas veces pienso que estás atrás matando la vaca,” teasingly you smiled at him and in response he laughed so hard his stomach hurt. With you two it’d always been light teasing and jokes, but never anything to seriously hurt the others feelings.

You cooked him breakfast and sometimes a light lunch meanwhile Richard would constantly cook a romantic full course meal.

He’d say, “Solo porque te amo tanto. I want to show you my love in the little ways I can amor.”

It made you feel special, loved but in the back of your mind; you felt guilty for the negative thoughts you had associated with cooking and food in terms of him. When he cooked for you, you knew it was with genuine love but at the same time you doubted how he would feel for you if he knew that you weren’t some fire Latina chief like every other Latina that supported him.

You pushed all of those thoughts to the back of your mind as you placed the chicken in the pan hearing the sizzling oil pop up. You’d already gotten a side salad ready for when the pasta was ready and the ziti was ready, but you’d just began frying the chicken. As you concentrated on the sizzling chicken in front of you, the front door opened. It wasn’t until you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

You jumped slightly ready to hit the person behind you with your thongs.

“Mami cálmate it’s just me; tu alma, tu rey, tu príncipe,” Richard said kissing your neck.

“Ay Richard you scared me I though I was gonna be to throw this pan in your face,” your heart was still beating against your chest as you turned in his arms.

“We would’ve spent our first night since I’ve been away in the ER,” you both chuckled knowing that full well that’s what would’ve happened if he hadn’t said anything.

“Que haces aquí? I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow night.”

“I finished everything early and I really wanted to see you. Good thing I decided to come early it looks like you’re cooking para tu rey verdad.”

Suddenly you grew nervous realizing that you’d have to serve him the food you cooked. You couldn’t deny to feed him right?

“Umm yeah something like that..”

He looked at you with a weird look, he sensed something was off and for a second the thought crossed in his mind that you’d been cooking for some else but just as quickly as it came, it went. He knew what you two had was real and that either of would betray the other like that.

“Siéntate and I’ll serve you a plate,” you practically whispered to him and if you two hadn’t been so close he almost would’ve missed what you said.

For another 10 minutes you finished cooking all the chicken and once you’d finished preparing the plates for both you, you walked everything to the table.

“Do you want something to drink my love?”

Eager to escape his face when he first tried your cooking. Eager to get him something to drink in case he choked from the dryness of the chicken or the saltiness.

“It’s okay baby, sit down I’ll grab it.”

As soon as he walked away you quickly cut off a piece of chicken and scoffed it down. You were anxious to make sure that you hadn’t overcooked it or undercooked it or somehow over seasoned or for some other reason had messed up the whole dish.

As Richard came back to the table with the drinks ready, your mouth filled with saliva in a way that you could feel yourself want to start crying. He wouldn’t like it, it wasn’t good enough. When you tried it you didn’t think it was bad, but he wouldn’t like it and now he knew that you weren’t some gourmet Latina chief like all the other girls that chased after him. He’d surely leave you because what why would he want a girl that couldn’t keep up with his needs? Right?

You felt ashamed at the same time, ashamed on so many different levels because you didn’t want to feel this way. You wanted to be secure in yourself but also secure in your relationship and at this moment you weren’t secure in either.

As he began cutting into your dish all the anxieties filled you and before you could stop yourself—

“No no, don’t eat it! No te va gustar. You weren’t supposed to come home early and I don’t want you to eat this ya se que no va gustar,” you’d practically snatched the fork from his mouth and the plate in front of him. He sat there shocked trying to understand what had just happened as you walked away into the kitchen with your cheeks filled with tears.

“Mamita what’s wrong? Que paso?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes so you just sat in front of the sink with both your dishes thrown in and your eyes welling with more tears. You just shook your head unable to come up with the right words to explain your grief.

As you and Richard’s relationship progressed, it was safe to say that he had seen all the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know. You’d always held this persona of confidence, but as you had gotten to know him he shredded all those walls you built up to protect anyone from knowing about your fears, your anxieties. Essentially your story. You as well had seen farther into Richard’s person and his fears as well but it was hard on both your parts to naturally open up about those things because: 1) you both didn’t know how to and 2) you didn’t want to be perceived as weak.

Little did you both know that no matter what the other said, there was nothing that you’d be able to say that could change the amount of love and admiration you held for each other.

“Mamita I’m sorry, did I do something?”

You shook your head before finally speaking up in a small voice, “I just, I’ve never cooked for you for a reason.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused that he had somehow done something wrong to stop you from opening up that part of yourself with him.

“I don’t understand bebe. Is it me?”

“No it’s me and my stupid insecurity.” You finally turned to him and with the tears still in your eyes you explained it all to him. All your fears and the insecurity that haunted you of not being enough.

As soon as you were done he embraced you tightly and as you both pulled away he gently wiped your tears.

“There nothing you could that would make me think less of you, in my eyes you’re perfect princesa. I don’t love you because I want you to be the woman who cooks for me or constantly cleans after me. I see you as my equal mamita.”

A small smile spread across your face and your heart lifted as if there’d been a weight holding it down.

“Ahora, let me try your food, me estoy muriendo para tratar lo delicioso que es.”

You slowly nodded and with a knife you cut a small piece of chicken. You stabbed it with a fork and fed it to him still a little nervous.

His eyes lit up and he tasted it, “mamita that’s soo good, me encanta tanto.”

You sighed in relief and he pulled you in to another hug kissing your forehead. You both sat at the table one more time scarfing down your food and for the rest of the night you guys stayed up declaring your love for the other. Both with words and actions.

[chellybear98]

Proposal 💍

This one is for my babe, @cnco-much !! I really hope you like it bebecita! 😭❤️

Flashbacks are in italics.

Also if anyone wants to request anything feel free ☺️ I write fluff and angst 😂

Taglist: @ericks-mala-actitud (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist hmu 👀)

“Mami! Can I wear this one so I can match with papi?” You and Aaliyah were currently getting ready for the concert the boys were having in Miami. Richard had left earlier on in the day because he had rehearsals, so you and Aaliyah decided that you would both meet him there in time for the concert.

“Of course you can princess! I’ll wear mine too so we can all match!” Aaliyah’s face instantly lit up. Richard was wearing his half denim half camo pants so both you and Aaliyah were gonna wear your camo jackets.

Richard and you have been together for about 3 years now. It’s been a rollercoaster but you both managed to make it through every obstacle. Each time, coming out stronger than before. Aaliyah has also been a huge part of the relationship. From the minute you met her you knew that you both had an amazing bond.

“You ready to meet the other love of my life?” Richard said with a smirk on his gorgeous face as soon as you pulled up to his parents’ place. To say you were nervous would’ve been the understatement of the year. Aaliyah was the only person in his family who you hadn’t met yet. Her opinion of you would either make or break your relationship. Richard had noticed your anxious state and gently held your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

“Relax nena. She’ll love you just as much as I love you. No te preocupes.”

“I really hope so.” You said with a sigh. You both exited the car and slowly but surely made your way to the front door. Just as Richard was about to knock, the door flung open.

“Papi!” Aaliyah yelled and jumped onto Richard.

“Hola mi amor.” Richard said while holding her close in a tight embrace. You were just standing there, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs and staring down at the floor. Richard once again noticed your anxious state and grabbed your hand with his free one that wasn’t holding Aaliyah. You instantly looked up to see him softly smiling at you while Aaliyah was staring at you with a poker face. You had no idea what was going through her pretty little head.

“Princess, this is Y/N. Remember I told you that I wanted you to meet my friend who was very special to me?” The way Richard spoke to Aaliyah melted your heart. That was one of the things you admired most about him, how soft and loving he was to the people he cared so much about.

You were so caught up in admiring Richard that you almost didn’t notice the little girl flinging herself toward you. You instantly let go of Richard’s hand to hold her securely with both hands. She immediately wrapped her little arms around your neck to give you a hug.

“Hola Y/N! My papi talks about you all the time! He really likes you.” Aaliyah said with a cute little giggle. You felt you anxiousness begin to fade as you realized that you really had nothing to worry about, just as Richard had said.

“Well I would hope he does because I really like him too.” You said while giggling along with Aaliyah. Richard just looked at the both of you with all the admiration in the world.

“See I told you that you had nothing to worry about.” Richard said. You just gave him a little smile and refocused on Aaliyah.

“So you said that your papi talks about me all time.. what does he say about me?” You asked with a laugh. Aaliyah just laughed along with you ready to tell you all the cute things her papi said.

Because you and Aaliyah both had such a strong bond, it was quite easy for her to become comfortable around you. It is because of this comfort that she calls you mami. You remember the first time she called you mami. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

You, Richard and Aaliyah were all having a lazy day since Richard was finally home after being away for over a month. You and Richard were cuddled up on the couch while Aaliyah was right in front of you both playing with her kitchen set that Richard had bought her. She was pretending to make you lunch. You and Richard were just quietly talking, catching up on each other’s lives when it happened.

“Mami! Do you want fried chicken or chicken nuggets for lunch?” She asked while not even realizing what she had said. Both you and Richard had a look of pure shock written over your faces.

“What did you just say sweetheart?” You slowly asked, wanting to make sure you heard her right.

“I asked if you wanted fried chicken or chicken nuggets.” She said, patiently waiting for a response.

“No baby, what did you call her?” Richard finally spoke up. Aaliyah looked absolutely confused as to why you and Richard were acting so strange.

“I called her mami. Is she not my mami?” She asked. You instantly started to cry. It touched your heart that she thought of you as a mother figure. You didn’t know what else to do so you scooped her up in your arms and gave her a tight hug.

“Of course I’m your mami babygirl! I will always be your mami.” You said while tears were still running down your face.

You were snapped out of you little memory when Aaliyah spoke up.

“What did you say babygirl?” You asked not really hearing what she said as you were so deep in your thoughts.

“Why are you crying mami?” It was then you realized that you had started crying, thinking about that day.

“Oh it’s nothing mi amor. No te preocupes. Are you ready to go see papi and your tios perform?” You asked while grabbing picking up your purse and Aaliyah’s bag.

“Si!! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

When you both got there the boys were getting ready to go up on stage. Aaliyah ran up to Richard while you walked up to Ali to rest the bags down.

“She is the cutest thing in the world. When are you guys gonna make her a big sister?” Ali asked with a little laugh. You laughed along with her while responding, “When he puts a ring on this finger then you can ask me that question again.” Ali just looked at you with a big smirk that made you extremely confused.

“Two minutes boys. On stage in two minutes.” You heard someone yell. Richard then ran towards you with Aaliyah in his arms. He gently placed her down. “I have a surprise for you after the show so don’t run off before the end.” He said with a little wink and then gave you a quick hug and a kiss before scurrying back over to the rest of the boys. Once again Ali looked at you with a big smirk and you were left completely confused.

It was now the end of the show where the boys thank the fans and tell them goodnight, but that’s not what happened. Chris ran off stage towards you.

“Come on Y/N! It’s time for Richard’s surprise!” He said with a wink. He grabbed your hand and yanked you onto the stage. You were beyond nervous. You never did well infront of huge crowds. Chris led you to a single stool placed directly in the center of the stage and made you sit. He and the other boys then walked to the side of the stage, leaving you and Richard at the center. Richard looked at you with his gorgeous eyes, winked and turned his direction to the crowd of cncowners.

“Okay guys, so I have one last song I’m gonna perform. This one is dedicated to the love of my life. The person who always seems to make me smile even when I’m in the most horrible moods. The person who pushed me to be the best version of myself. The person who I honestly wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.” Richard said, looking at you while saying the last sentence. You didn’t know what to do so you just sat there staring at him and blushing. He then began singing ‘Marry you’ by Bruno Mars.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

When he sang the last line, he got down on one knee and looked up at you with tears in his eyes and asked those special words.

“Will you marry me?”

With tears running down your face, you jumped off of the stool and tackled Richard in a bear hug while repeating whispering, “Yes!”. When you both pulled away Richard stood up and placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for the most loving kiss ever. All that was heard were cheers from the crowd, the crew and the boys. In this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the entire world.

[kaiyatoast]

coming home - richard camacho

pairing: richard camacho x reader w/c: 391

imagine richard coming home from tour. you guys have not seen each other in months. the two of you are tired, you from school or work, while richard from the long flight home.

you'd pick him up from the airport. you were super excited the entire way there. your fingers were constantly tapping on the wheel as you silently cursed at every red traffic light. but when you finally reached the airport, you calmed down a little.

but not for long.

you waited at the pickup area, standing around and trying to spot your boyfriend and his friends. your eyes scanned the area when you heard chatter coming from a direction. you heard his voice. you didn't need to be near him, you'd be able to recognise his voice just like that.

with a huge smile on your face, you half walked, half ran in that direction. richard spotted you and a smile grew on his face at the sight of you. he placed his luggage down as you grinned.

you finally reached him. you moved towards each other at the same time and wrapped your arms around each other simultaneously. the moment his arms were around you, you felt lighter. after all these months, you were reunited with him again.

you hid your face in his neck, hugging him tight to you. your lips turned up in an even wider smile. you had missed him so damn much.

"i've missed you baby," richard said in that smooth voice that you loved.

"i've missed you too baby," you replied. richard lifted his hand to caress your face, his eyes scanning your face with a smile that kept growing.

"you gonna kiss me or are you going to keep staring at me?" you asked him, a tiny smirk on your face. at your words, his lips too turned up in a smile that made your heart race.

"i love you," richard said before he crashed his lips onto yours, showing you just how much he missed you, how much he loved you. you returned the gesture, your body feeling more alive with the electricity coursing through your veins.

you ignored the cheers from richard's bandmates. with one final kiss, you leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"c'mon baby. let's get home. we've got a lot of things to catch up on."

reposted from my other account @calums-betch​

[elliesshitofablog]

all i can say is don’t judge me🤷🏽‍♀️

[anninhiliation]

Insecure

Masterlist

Disclaimer: DONT COPY MY WORK. YOU HAVE NO CONSENT TO DO SO.

Standing in the mirror, you let out a heavy sigh. You were different than his past girlfriends and hookups. He's always been with “the skinny girl” and the “athletic girl”, never someone with your body type. 

So why me? You thought focusing on your figure

You had rolls, stretch marks around your arms, thighs, hips, breasts, and stomach. You weren’t a model, you didn’t sing on stage or dance. Just an average big-boned young woman. Your day started out fine until your favorite pair of jeans refused to close. Working so hard to wiggle into the tight fabric only to struggle more than usual around your hips and once it fully came up, the button refused to clasp and the zipper refused to budge. Staring at the light wash jeans, you focused on the stitching on the sides, noticing the threads struggled to maintain in place. Finding clothes that fit you right, was always a challenge, and more recently you went up a size. Only making the challenge more difficult. Tears swelled up around your eyes as you hyper-focused on every little detail about yourself you didn’t like. Suddenly you heard the bedroom door open pulling you away from your thoughts as Richard walked in. His wide grin made your heart flutter, as he approached you from behind. 

“Shawty I thought we were gonna grab lunch but I guess not” he flirted as he looked you up and down

“No- we are getting lunch” you sighed as you went to grab a shirt to cover-up 

He was quick to pick up on your body language making his grin fall. He stopped you and cupped your face making you look at him in the eye. He noticed how glassy your eyes were and frowned, as his own eyes softened. 

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked as he studied your face

“Its nothing” you looked down and to the side avoiding his gaze

“Shawty somethings wrong, was it a fan?” he clenched his jaw as thoughts flooded his mind 

If Richard was anything, it was very protective of you. Never controlling, just wanting to shield you away from the spotlight, knowing how damaging it can be. 

“No” you whispered

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong then?” he raised an eyebrow

“I’m ugly and my pants don’t fit” you choked out between your sobs

Richard pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back consoling you. 

“Shawty you’re beautiful” he whispered as he ran his finger through your hair “the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on”

“You’re just saying that” you sobbed as you pulled away 

Richard slowly wiped your tears away with his thumb. 

“I’m not,” he said sincerely 

"But I'm not skinny" you whined "or like the other girls I don't even know why you're with me" 

"I don't care about your fluff shawty. I like it. I like you the way you are” he spoke “The other girls?" Richard questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows

"Yea like your past hookups" you pouted

"Shawty you're better than them that’s why they were a fuck and leave" he consoled "you're a keeper"

“You’re better than the mistakes from my past. I couldn’t think of anyone better to act as a mother figure towards Aaliyah when I have her. I love you, and all of you” 

His words made your heart flutter and did help you feel better to a certain extent. 

“I love you too” you sniffled 

“Why don’t we find you new pants instead of lunch?” he offered “I’ll take you all over Miami until we find you some fire jeans. My treat.”

~~~~~~~~~

Anon: Could you do one with any of the boys where you are insecure mabey kind of "plus size " or "bigger" if you know what i mean

A/N: Weight doesn't not equal beauty. The anon wanted a bad day depicted and I hope I did it justice. This is my first ever plus-size imagine, so if you have any recommendations for different wording or correcting me on something please do so. This is not my body type, I don't know what it's like. Don't be rude, but please by all means educate me. ALSO, insecurity comes in so many different ways!!! I just depicted one, which is to cry about it, I've cried about my problems. Its okay to cry. Also consoling is not my thing, so don't come at me. If you cried in front of me id low key not know what to do djfkjsdf

[marvelouslimelight]

I’m crying. Everything about this video was just perfect

except Chris’ outfit it ruined my whole mood lmao

[calums-betch]

richard camacho week post #3

warning: none. it’s fluff. that’s the only thing i know how to write

word count: 391 words

imagine richard coming home from tour. you guys have not seen each other in months. the two of you are tired, you from school or work, while richard from the long flight home.

you'd pick him up from the airport. you were super excited the entire way there. your fingers were constantly tapping on the wheel as you silently cursed at every red traffic light. but when you finally reached the airport, you calmed down a little.

but not for long.

you waited at the pickup area, standing around and trying to spot your boyfriend and his friends. your eyes scanned the area when you heard chatter coming from a direction. you heard his voice. you didn't need to be near him, you'd be able to recognise his voice just like that.

with a huge smile on your face, you half walked, half ran in that direction. richard spotted you and a smile grew on his face at the sight of you. he placed his luggage down as you grinned.

you finally reached him. you moved towards each other at the same time and wrapped your arms around each other simultaneously. the moment his arms were around you, you felt lighter. after all these months, you were reunited with him again.

you hid your face in his neck, hugging him tight to you. your lips turned up in an even wider smile. you had missed him so damn much.

"i've missed you baby," richard said in that smooth voice that you loved.

"i've missed you too baby," you replied. richard lifted his hand to caress your face, his eyes scanning your face with a smile that kept growing.

"you gonna kiss me or are you going to keep staring at me?" you asked him, a tiny smirk on your face. at your words, his lips too turned up in a smile that made your heart race.

"i love you," richard said before he crashed his lips onto yours, showing you just how much he missed you, how much he loved you. you returned the gesture, your body feeling more alive with the electricity coursing through your veins.

you ignored the cheers from richard's bandmates. with one final kiss, you leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"c'mon baby. let's get home. we've got a lot of things to catch up on."

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

Hero // Richard Camacho

Request: richard fluff please 💙

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @zabdidaddi for always brainstorming with me :)

Summary: The reader is on tour with CNCO, and she gets lost in a town in France. P.S. I know French isn’t a scary language, but it’s the only other language I know so bear with me.

Word Count: 800

~HERO~

“Zabdiel, Zabdiel!” you call breathlessly. “Wait up!”

His long legs carry him easily through the city streets, but you almost have to run to keep up with him.

A group of wandering tourists passes in front of you and separates you from him, and you feel like you could cry. Fighting desperately to push through them, you emerge on the other side, but Zabdiel has disappeared.

So you are lost and alone in a French city. And your phone is dead.

The rest of the boys are at a restaurant waiting for you and Zabdiel to arrive, late because Zabdi overslept from his nap and you didn’t want him to be alone. I guess he didn’t care to return the favor.

You try to find the restaurant yourself, but after a few blocks you have no idea where you are. Tears are forming in your eyes and dripping down your cheeks as you tread hopelessly down a dark street.

When you pass a grimy little stand where a man is selling rings and necklaces, he barks, “Bijoux pour ton joli cou.”

“I’m sorry I - I don’t have any money,” you say uncomfortably, trying to walk away. But forcefully, he grabs your wrist.

“Why are you all alone, ma chérie?” His eyes are malicious and his breath is bad. When you start to panic, his grip tightens around your wrist.

“She’s not alone,” a strong voice challenges. “Let go of my shawty.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. Richard is at your side, his handsome face fiercely locked on the man’s. “Let go of her.” 

The man drops your hand at once and retreats behind his stand.

Jumping to your tiptoes, you kiss Richard’s cheek. There’s no other way to explain how happy you are to see him.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers. “Stay close to me.”

The whole city seems to change now that Richard’s with you. The late afternoon sunshine gleams on the pavement and you didn’t even notice it was out before.

“I was so scared when Zabdi showed up without you,” he says, his voice a little choked up. “I left immediately to find you.”

“I’m glad you did, Rich. I was scared too,” you say sincerely. “You’re my hero.” The words escape your lips before you can stop them, and you blush a little. But he smiles at you in a way that makes his brown eyes sparkle.

“Anytime, shawty.”

In a few minutes you arrive at the restaurant, and all the boys are thrilled to see you safe. Especially Zabdiel.

“(Y/N)!” he cries, automatically scooping you into a hug. “I am so sorry, mi amol.”

“It’s okay Zab,” you say, laughing a little. “Richard saved me.”

Richard gives you his classic wink, but this time it makes your heart jump.

All throughout dinner you’re distracted. Richard’s knee is brushing against yours under the table, and it’s driving you crazy. He steals glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking, and when the waitress warns you that your plate is hot, he takes it for you so you don’t burn your hands.

You’re falling in love with him.

After dinner, Joel suggests to take a walk through the city, and everyone readily agrees.

You stroll down the side of the street closest to the cars, gazing around you wide-eyed. But distracted by the sights, you trip over the curb. Your stomach drops with terror as you fall toward traffic, but you don’t hit the ground. Richard catches you and holds you to his chest.

“You saved me again,” you say, blushing wildly.

“I’m always looking out for you, shawty,” he says tenderly. “Maybe I should walk on the side closest to traffic?”

You nod, and he takes his place beside you.

And somehow as you walk, your hand finds its way into Richard’s. While the rest of the boys talk and laugh together, Richard’s thumb stokes circle patterns on you hand. It’s like you’re having your own silent conversation.

When you reach the city center, a beautiful fountain illuminates itself under the starry sky.

Your reflection quivers next to Richard’s when you look into it, and his dark eyes meet yours on the surface of the water.

“(Y/N),” he says, as gentle as the night breeze.

“Yes, Richard?” you hum, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll always be here to protect you,” he whispers. With his arm around your shoulders, you feel ensconced against his chest. “Because I love you, I always have.” Your heart skips a beat.

“I love you, too, Richard.” 

His lips are softer than you imagine they’d be when he kisses you, and the strong frame of his body around you makes you feel warm in the cool night air.

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