Mar 9, 2022
Dirty Texts Part 8
A/N: I’m honestly so over this but at the same time need to complete my dead projects for the reason of completing them. Anyone else feel that way? No? Just me? Okay cool.
Warnings: MDI 18+
The 50 other texts
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malawi
seen from Australia
seen from Australia
seen from Argentina
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China
Dirty Texts Part 8
A/N: I’m honestly so over this but at the same time need to complete my dead projects for the reason of completing them. Anyone else feel that way? No? Just me? Okay cool.
Warnings: MDI 18+
The 50 other texts
Wake Up, Baby
A/N: This is centred around being forced to wake up. I was feeling soft. Let me live. Oh and uh, it’s long. As always, please let me know what you think xx
Christopher
Zzzzz zzzzz zzzzz zzzzz
Christopher didn’t move an inch.
His phone’s incessant buzzing did nothing to stir him but it was enough to annoy you. You slapped at the unconscious man laying behind you.
“Babe,” your hoarse voice strained to create enough volume to wake him up. You him nudged further, refusing to roll over. “Babe, turn it off.”
A small groan responded.
“Chris, turn it off.”
“Turn what off?”
“The alarm!” You sighed.
“What alarm?” He readjusted his head on his pillow but didn’t move any further than that.
The buzzing continued.
Groaning loudly, you rolled over to face him, threw your leg over his lower torso and lifted yourself up enough to lay on top of him, reach over and pick up his phone, turning it off yourself.
“Not right now babe, I’m tired.” His muffled voice sounded from under your chest.
You rolled your eyes and rolled off him, pulling your pillow out from under your head and slapping him with it. “Get up! You have to go to work.” You tucked it back under your head and closed your eyes. Chris’ arm lay over your abdomen, his hand folding around your side. He shifted closer to you, kissed your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck.
“Five more minutes.”
Erick
Erick just had to have the world’s most annoying alarm tone. You asked yourself why every morning but never got an answer.
He rolled over and turned it off, turned back around and returned to hs comfortable position facing you.
Then it went off again.
He repeated the process while you watched, desperate to go back to sleep.
No more than 10 minutes later, it went off again.
“Are you turning it off or hitting snooze?”
“Snooze,” he mumbled before rolling over again.
“Just turn it off.”
He turned back to you and closed his eyes. “I just need 10 more minutes.”
“You need a few more hours.”
He smiled. “You’re right. Go back to sleep.”
“Babe, you have to get up. The car is supposed to be here at 8.” You rolled over to check the time. “It’s 7.20 already.”
“Plenty of time!” He turned his head into the pillow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Erick, no, get up!” You pushed his shoulder, trying to force him to roll over but he barely budged.
“Baby, please,” he pleaded.
“You have to go,” you kept pushing and eventually he moved on his own free will.
“Fine,” he groaned and sat up, getting out of bed.
When he opened the bedroom door and turned down the hall, you closed your eyes, willing yourself to go back to sleep.
The blaring alarm sounded for the fourth time that morning and your eyes shot open, staring at the lit up screen.
“Oh, for the love of God.”
Joel
“Joel?”
You rubbed your eyes, blinking to get used to the light in the room. You sat up and started shaking his arm. “Joel!”
Nothing.
Shaking him a little harder you called for him again and again until he groaned.
“Joel, get up!”
Another groan.
“Joel!”
“What?” He sank his head further into his pillow, refusing to open his eyes.
“Babe, you have to get up.” You kept poking his arm. He took hold of your wrist and cuddled it to his chest. You tried to support yourself up so you wouldn’t fall and crush him.
“Why?”
“It’s 10 already. Weren’t you supposed to be at the studio at 10.30?”
His eyes shot open. He raised his head and looked up at the clock on the bedside table.
A loud “SHIT!” was all you heard before he quickly let go of your hand, jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.
In minutes, he re-emerged fully dressed and ready to go. He was halfway out the door before he turned back, unplugged his phone from the charger and leaned over to leave a few pecks all over your face. He yelled a “bye!” and closed the door behind him.
Richard
“Light showers expected this afternoon with a top of 29 degrees. It’s currently-”
Richard slapped at the alarm clock, trying to turn it off but when that didn’t work he latched onto it and pulled, unplugging it and dropping it onto the floor.
Then he realised the clock wasn’t his.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before reaching down, trying to pick it up without waking you. He felt you move on his chest as he stopped in his tracks whispering “no no no stay asleep”.
When he thought it was safe, he reached over again, picked up the clock, checked to see if it was damaged and put it back on the bedside table.
He settled back down and closed his eyes, deciding he deserved 10 more minutes.
Stupid alarm clock.
When he had just gotten comfortable and drifted off again, his phone rang. The infamous iPhone ringtone piercing the peace in the room.
You whined and tried to bury your head further into his chest, trying to shield yourself from the noise.
He turned away and coughed before answering. “Hello?”
“Richard! Where are you?! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!” You could hear the shrieking loud and clear.
He took his phone away from his ear and looked at the screen, realising the 10 minutes turned into an hour. He closed his eyes and put the phone back to his ear, accepting his fate.
Zabdiel
Zabdiel’s body was perfectly moulded behind yours. His arm wrapped around you and his forehead pressed to your shoulder blade. Warm, peaceful and content.
Until the alarm went off.
You both groaned as you rubbed your eye, reached over and turned the it off.
“Time to get up buddy.”
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his arm still around you.
You patted his hand gently. “You have to get moving, babe.”
“What for?” He croaked.
You closed your eyes again. “Big plane takes big man to big places.”
He chuckled into your neck, the sound barely audible. Then he was silent.
You turned in his arms and brought a hand to his cheek, your thumb gently caressing his cheekbone. “Zabdiel, baby, get up.”
He blinked a couple of times before opening his eyes halfway. He sighed loudly. “What if I don’t want to go? What if I want to stay here?”
“Then Clara and Ali get super pissed at you.”
“I can take them.”
You let out a small, quiet laugh. “Brave man.”
“Then it’s settled,” he closed his eyes again and snuggled into his pillow. “I’m staying.”
You slid your hand to the back of his neck and kissed his perfectly pouted lips. “Come on babe, get up.”
You slipped out of his gradp and threw back the covers, getting out of bed.
Zabdiel fell into the empty space you left, lying face down and moaning into the pillows.
Hey guys, I’m opening up CNCO/Yashua requests due to my hours getting cut at work dramatically.
So if you have any requests, send them in
Looks Can Be Deceiving
Quick thank you to StellaStyles for giving me this idea and kindly writing so much to help me write the story.
Stella Velez- Christopher Valez's sister and Erick Brian Colón's best friend- begins touring with CNCO but her tense relationship with Richard proves to be challenging for everyone on the tour. Richard and Stella do everything they can to get under each others skin but do they really want to upset each other or just to have each other's attention?
Chapter One
“What do you mean Pretty Much cancelled?” Stella practically shouts as she stares at Hugo.
Hugo was her manager who just told Stella that the big tour she was meant to start this weekend was cancelled. Stella was offered the position of a lifetime to support Pretty Much on tour. Now Hugo was in front of her taking it all away.
“I know this isn’t ideal Stella but it’s just the way it is. Don’t worry though because I spoke to Christopher…” Hugo’s sprits lift as he begins telling her the rest of the news. Christopher was Stella’s older brother and he was a member of CNCO, one of the most popular boy bands in Latin music. “He suggested that maybe you could be the support act for the CNCO tour starting next week? Their support act backed out last minute. It’s almost too good to be true. It’s a few days after the Pretty Much tour was meant to start but it just gives us more rehearsal time.”
Stella brightens at the idea that she would get to spend a few months touring with her older brother and her best friend Erick. Erick and her were the same age and as soon as Christopher made it to the live shows on La Banda, her and Erick became best friends. Stella was friendly with the other boys – well with Zabdiel and Joel at least. Richard on the other hand, Richard and Stella had a history of petty fighting and taunting each other.
“I’m going to go on tour with Chris and Erick?” she exclaims. Her tone changes quickly from frustration to joy.
“If you would like to you can. The contracts are ready, we just need everything signed.”
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“Did you hear the news?” Stella asks on the phone to Erick.
“What news?”
“I’m going to be the support act on the Press Start tour.” Stella joyfully shouts practically dancing in her family kitchen in Ecuador.
Stella dances around her kitchen while Rosalita plays on the radio.
“You’re kidding?” Erick asks. “Does Chris know?” Stella can hear Erick moving around on the other side of the phone. “CHRIS!” he starts shouting. “I’ll put you on speaker while I talk to the boys.”
“I think he knows. At least that’s what it seemed when Hugo told me the idea.”
“CHRIS!” Stella hears him shouting again. “Chris, did you know that Stella was coming on tour?”
“Stella’s coming on tour?” Joel questions.
“Ay Bonita will be on tour with us?” Stella can hear Zabdiel. Her heart melts. Zabdiel was always so sweet to her.
“Why? Shouldn’t someone have asked if that’s okay?” Stella can hear Richard’s disappointment and rolls her eyes at his blatant rudeness.
“Yes! I’m coming on tour.” She smirks into the phone ready to annoy Richard as much as she can. “We are going to be together for months!” she pretends to be over excited to really get under Richards skin.
“Ay!” Christopher shouts. “I didn’t know you were on the phone. When are you flying out?”
“I think the day after tomorrow. I’ll have a few days to rehearse and then we start.”
“Yeah we know when we start.” Richard huffs.
“You got a problem Richard?” Christopher grunts at him.
Richard rolls his eyes and walks out of the room.
“What’s his problem?” Stella asks as she hears everything unfold.
“No problem.” Erick tries to diffuse the tension but Stella can still feel it from Ecuador.
“Erick I have to go but I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay. Bye my love. Everyone say bye.” Erick pushes his phone out to the boys and a chorus of goodbye’s follows.
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“My little girl!” Chris exclaims as Stella runs into Chris’ arms. He picks her up and spins her around.
Chris and Stella were extremely close and didn’t get to see each other as often as they would like. A few months on tour together is like a dream come true to them.
“Where’s Erick?”
“He couldn’t make it. I came with Richard.” Chris settles her down and points over to the direction Richard was in.
She looked over and Richard stood in the corner leaning on a pole texting. He wore low jeans, a belt for looks – definitely not to hold his pants up – he had an oversized white t-shirt on and a cap to cover his bad hair day. Stella knew that a hat meant he was not in the mood to show his bad hair to people so instantly she knew how to annoy him.
Stella walked over and grabbed Richards hat placing it on her head.
“Afternoon Richard.” She smirked, kissing him hello on the cheek. He stops himself from rolling his eyes and quickly snatches the hat back. “I thought it looked cute on me.” she pouts.
“Yeah sure.” Richard ignores her comments and takes her hand luggage.
Chris takes her larger bag while some of her management carries the equipment and their own personal belongings.
“Not going to hold anything yourself?” Chris teases.
“Everyone else offered!” Stella shrugs sweetly.
Chris laughs off her attitude and they all head to the car together.
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Story Here
When You and CNCO Were Stucked in the Rain
Damn, it's raining here in Manila! But it’ summer, can you believe?
I saw the water droplets outside the window and it was my inspiration for writing this imagine. I can’t believe I can get inspiration from a window pane.
Dedicated to @oh-angel-eyes for being the bad bitch of this fandom.
***
Christopher
Since he's such a kiddo, he would just get himself get wet in the rain
Would never take cover but instead will jump from puddles to puddles
Until he was almost got hit with a car
But the motherfucker would just laugh it off
You would be so annoyed because he is shouting your name and how awesome of a friend you are
And then he would look at you like a fucking psycho
He would run to you to pull you in the rain but you would say no
But he still pull you until you guys fall on the ground, you on top of him
You guys caught off guard and you would immediately stand up because of the awkwardness
And he would just stand there next to you in awkward silence but you were comforted when he put his long arms around your shoulder
Joel
The bitchiest and the sassiest of them all
We would really get so annoyed with the rain and how he forgot bringing an umbrella
And he would just rant and rant and rant how he was late to watch his fave TV series because of the rain
He just tried booking an Uber but there are not cars around that time
You would just look at him, and seeing him so pissed made him look so cute
He would look at you and he would ask what's the matter and you would just smile
Joel would poke your side and still ask you the same question but still give him no answer to piss him off
But instead of pissing him off, he became playful
He would tickle you will you guys are standing in a waiting shed
Until a car passed by and water splashed on you guys and Joel screamed like a maniac
Erick
Erick would be the type you would be very concern to you
Since yall forgot your umbrella, yall are stucked in a waiting shed
Erick would ask if you're okay and ask it over and over again
You would just said you're okay but you're a little cold so you rub your palm on your arms to warm you up a little
Observant, Erick noticed you are getting cold so he took off his jacket and sling it on your back
It was a sweet gesture, and you smiled at him and give him a gratitude by holding his hands.
But he would be so awkward, he let go of your hands
You were confused but he was blushing like hell
He would just lower his head so you can't see him blushing
But still, you grabbed his hand and looked at him and smiled
Zabdiel
Zab would be the chillest
We would just sit in the waiting shed while you were just there standing
There's a lot of car passing by but it seems like Zab has no plan on going home
You would look at him and he would look back at you with no emotions and you were so confused
After minutes of standing, he poke your arm and point in the seat beside him
He is letting you seat because he saw you standing there for quite a while now
You guys were silent until he asked you something.
"I like you, but do you like me?"
You were caught off guard and shocked with the question, he was not that forward when it coms to this kind of stuff and maybe the rain is making him emotional
So you looked at him straight into his eyes and said, "Let's go home. We have a lot to talk about." And the he smiled.
Richard
He would take his coat off and give it to you right away
He even took his beanie and put it in your head
It was sweet but it's kinda too much for you
"Richard, I'm okay. Stop worrying too much."
"No, baby. I don't want you to get cold."
You just smiled at him but he was still concerned
He even called him personal security to pick you guys up because the Uber is being an ass
Richard would ask you over and over again you we're okay.
You decided to hold his hand, to assure him that you are okay
And it calmed him down
CNCO as foreplay
Warnings: 18+ its smut!
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.
A/N: I have never had sex with any member of CNCO so if you think otherwise, you can. Its all speculation and horny time.
Showtime- CNCO Preference
ZABDIEL:
Zabdiel would try his best every single night, because he’s worked so hard to get to where he is today. In a successful group and performing for thousands every night on tour. When you told him that you’d be seeing a few of his shows, he felt more pressure. He wanted to make those long periods of time worth it in your eyes. He couldn’t disappoint.
You’d be cheering for him behind the barricades, but you told him you’d wear glow in the dark clothing so he would notice your front row appearance. He was currently on the other side of the stage grinding against the air and you scream as loud as you possibly could. Once he crossed over to your side and landed the ending move, you cheered loudly again. He ran to the edge of the stage to wave wildly at you. You fed off of his excited energy and wildly waved back.
“Mi amor!” He yelled into the mic and you blew him kisses, your eyes watering, because you got to see the love of your life in his element.
CHRIS:
If he wasn’t showing his body online, he was making sure it was seen on stage. Going to his concerts never got old for you. You personally preferred the ballads, because he would always sing you to sleep back at home and sing songs they were working on that ended up coming to a live performance. One that wasn’t in your bed. But, when Christopher got down and dirty with his gestures, you couldn’t complain.
You held onto the barricades for balance, because the whole experience was otherworldly. Seeing regular Chris on stage making those obscene movements you recognized from the bedroom, then looking over and seeing a blown up version of the same thing on a screen for everyone to see…your mouth would go dry.
He’d send you a wink every once in awhile and you knew that meant you were getting it on tonight.
ERICK:
Erick was sassy, sensual, and plain sexy during rehearsals. So watching that be amplified on stage was a true rollercoaster of emotions. He felt the same way you did. He knew every suggestive movement he made, that your eyes would be examining him, and feeling some type of way. He gladly welcomed that feeling into his life by bringing you on the road whenever you could go.
“That’s my bebe!” You hollered as you watched him circle his hips while he sang. When Erick was ready to be a sensual figure, he could switch so quickly. From hype choreo for a chorus to a solo bridge section, he’d turn from a party animal to the man you wanted to take to the sheets within a moment. It astonished you and always made you the proudest girlfriend.
“I’m taking that one home tonight!” You may have had one too many cervezas.
JOEL:
Being newly sprung into this relationship with Joel was a crazy ride. You didn’t want to give up on your feelings, but you hadn’t known each other long when Joel said he had to tour. So you agreed to come on the road with him to get closer and hopefully stay together as an exclusive couple.
Standing in crowds of people who absolutely adored Joel was surreal. You of course knew why they loved him, you wanted him for the very same reasons. One of those reasons was the way he looked when he became a seducing machine on the stage. His allure and perfection of his movements would draw anyone in. Two of the reasons that you didn’t mind going on the road with him.
When he would spot you in the crowd, he always blew you a kiss and mouth “Besitos!”. To which you would always kiss and mouth back.
RICHARD:
Richard would invite you to concerts purely to hype himself up even more. The idea of you watching him succeed excited him and everyone noticed the shift in his performances when he knew you were there for him and watching. He would say that you were his good luck charm and the shows always went better when you came. You knew it was because he would get so excited to see you after long periods of time and typical Richard always wanted to impress you.
Sitting in the first row is something you’ve grown accustomed to in this relationship. You never would have imagined that outcome in your life when you were younger. The music was twelve times louder in front, the lights were fourty times brighter, and your heart pounded a hundred times harder. Especially when Richard would show off the body he was always working to maintain.
“I love you, Richard Camacho!” You screamed along with several hundred people in the same stadium, but he would catch you saying it throughout the night.
CNCO as Dirty Texts
(Ft. Joel Pimentel since he was in the band at this point)
Main Masterlist
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
*Without Joel*
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10