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[richardscamacho]

do NOT hold me accountable because i spend 85% of my time outside of school going on 2 hr walks and sewing but... i think i want to try writing as a coping skill again 😳 i’ll still be more active on my personal account & IF i write it’ll be on my own time and about things that i can handle emotionally, pls be patient with me (:

[richardscamacho]

mother.

“i’ve been so worried about you, (y/n)!” erick exclaimed once you finally picked up your phone. it felt foreign in your hand after nearly two weeks of digital isolation. the hard case was cool against your palm, the screen searing the side of your face. at the extended sound of your silence, his tone softened considerably. “you can always talk to me.”

“i’m so tired of talking,” you whispered. for the first time in weeks, you felt as though you were unable to shed a single tear, even if you wanted to. a bone-chilling numbness had engulfed your entire being, to the extent that you felt nothing. “i had five months, erick. five months. i could’ve just waited it out, you know? then i would’ve been eighteen and able to do whatever i wanted, but i started talking and now? now... things are different.”

“what do you mean?” he asked, confused. thick, black eyebrows furrowed above glassy green eyes. picking up on his expression, joel quirked a brow at the younger boy, who sat to his left on the couch.

he knew what you were referring to. erick was your best friend, the first person you turned to in order to vent about your home life. he knew about everything, knew about all of the emotional abuse you were forced to endure each day. despite this though, the way you chose to phrase your last sentence didn’t make very much sense in his mind.

“i’m a liar because her husband says i am.” sat atop your messy, unmade bed, you stared out the window. you had to brace yourself in order to continue with your explanation. there was a lot you didn’t care to get into, a lot of details you had tried your hardest to block from your memory, but even the bare minimum made you feel uneasy when spoken aloud. “she told me she didn’t care about my proof. and, um, she packed up my things for me and told me i was done. i wasn’t even allowed to go inside to get it.”

his heart dropped to his toes when he put the puzzle pieces together. without thinking, he reached for joel’s hand. it was a habit he had picked up during la banda—something that comforted him whenever he began to feel too anxious. the older boy said nothing, simply allowing his friend to intertwine their fingers.

“she kicked you out? where are you staying? are you okay? you can come—“ his words were rushed to the point they had almost become slurred, so much that you felt it was necessary to cut him off.

“i’m staying with my father right now; it’s the same drive time if you ever get a break and want to visit,” you did your best to joke, though you were unable to find the humor yourself. he sighed audibly, most likely at the reassurance that you weren’t homeless. “i’m okay. we talked in person once, my father was there. she told him she doesn’t care where i go, but that i can’t come home until i apologize for lying.”

“i know you’re not a liar.” he said simply, unable to find the words to express how he truly feels.

he wanted to be in your presence. he wanted to wrap his arms around you, to hold you until you feel his love. truthfully, he didn’t understand how you were feeling. but he could imagine. his heart had ached for you with each passing second you had been silent, but it completely shattered the moment you revealed why.

“yeah, you’re the only one.”

this piece wasn’t requested, idk i just felt like i needed to get that off of my chest? if anyone wants a tw or anything pls lmk, i’d be more than happy to place one at the beginning of the writing. and if you find yourself in a situation like mine, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. things have to get a lot worse before they can get better, but i’m here to help you through it. we can help each other.

[richardscamacho]

send requests!

hi! please send requests for cnco, any genre is welcome. i was very very recently kicked out of my home and i desperately need a distraction, so any and all requests are welcome in my inbox right now. i specialize in smut, but i have no intentions of turning anything down.

[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.

[richardscamacho]

i’m so srs i be wanting to divulge into fetish on this account but i feel like my demographic is vanilla to the extent they think choking is extremely intense (no hate obvz!! everyone’s range and tolerance is different, so choking may be very extreme to some people) but i be wanting to get INTO some srs stuff... however that one time i posted an imagine about the reader being peed on (which isn’t even extreme—gross maybe, but that’s it) i lost a lot of followers LOL i don’t wanna give y’all stuff ur not ready for

[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.”

hi! if anyone is interested in joining the cncowner discord server i’m making, pls send me ur discord tag (:

[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?”

[richardscamacho]

Can you please do an imagine with Chris or Richard where you’re a YouTuber and u do the viagra prank on him and he gets mad and punishes you ( u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to)

dawg... if u don’t get why it’s toxic to give ppl drugs they don’t consent to taking—sexual enhancement drugs no less—pls unfollow me. everything abt this req is gross from the prank to his response 🤢 plus in my rules post i specifically stated not to ask for anything non-con LOL

[richardscamacho]

Can you so a Yocelyn smut, like your friends with Richard and he intrudes you guys cause he knows Yocelyn's bi *in the story* and that the read is also bi and when Yocelyn meets Y/N she tells Richard to keep Aayliah longer and you guys sleep together and she asks you out

hey!! so i thought abt this one rlly heavily and i think i’ll have to decline this one ): i know of yocelyn obviously, but not enough to write anything realistic... plus as a bi/les (i’ve always identified as a lesbian but recently i’ve been confused abt my sexuality) woman i’m not fully comfortable w the idea that richard automatically thinks something has to happen between yocelyn & the reader just cos they both like women. it’s a negative stereotype that’s affected queer women for a rlly long time and i don’t feel good confirming it thru my fiction :/

[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.

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[richardscamacho]

For the Richard request I just requested can you make the reader plus sized please, like she gets insecure/embarrassed in front of Richard cause she's naked

hi babe, i just wanted to let u know that i don’t write abt body types (excluding the occasional mention of curves cos the human anatomy just has them) :/ im currently recovering from an ed & writing abt any body type is a trigger for me. i hope u can understand 🤍

[richardscamacho]

sorry if godless dabbles in a lil too much sacrilege for ur taste i’ve had a bad two days & i needed to cope 😔✌️

[richardscamacho]

Would you ever write about girls? Like Yocelyn, Natti, etc.

yes, given that i know or like them (:

[richardscamacho]

Hi I was wondering if I'm able to request?

of course lurv 💞

[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]

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]

do we want a face reveal for 100 followers or?