#how it's going: 'i wanna see you get so fuckin crazy you're ashamed of your goddamn self'

[kindahoping4forever]

Crystal, have you SEEN this?! https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFbyr9Fv/ I have no idea what the hell this man is on, but I'm starting to suspect your daddy tags are uhm accurate? 🙈. Good luck dealing with this, from your daddy blog anon.

Absolutely going to adopt "Good luck dealing with this" as my new sign off when posting damaging content 😂😂

I don't know if we'll ever top "You wanna fuckin scream for me" as the holy grail of unhinged Ash talk breaks tbh but this... the escalation of intensity and aggression? 😌🤌🏻

[lacystar]

hey guys, update on my mental health: I'm doing great, but cquackity is so thought you said that you would always be in love but you're not in love no more but honey I'll be seeing you wherever I go but honey ill be seeing you down every road 'cause honey I'll come get my things but I cant let go I'm actin like I don't see every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me midnight we're fading till daylight we're jaded we know that its over in the morning you'll be dancing with all the heartache and the treason the fantasies of leavin' our rules, our dreams, we're blind blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite a RUUUUUUUUSH at the beginning I get caught uUUUUUUUP just for a minute but lover you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? megaphone to my chest, broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom, and make 'em all dance to it our thing progresses I call and you come through blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you baby really hurt me crying in the taxi he don't wanna know me says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm, says it was poison, so I guess ill go home into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up she's so hard to please but she's a forest fire I do my best to meet her commands play up romance we slow dance in the living room but all that a stranger would see is one girl, standing alone, stroking her cheek cause I remember the rush when forever was us before all of the winds of regret and mistrust now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost well I guess I should go yeah I guess I should go, hard. feelings. of loooove, when the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the co-o-old, alone with the hard feeeeelings of looove god, I wish I'd believed you when you told me this was my home these days we kiss and we keep busy the waves come after midnight I call from underwater why even try to get right? when you've outgrown a lover the whole world knows but you it's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yeah, real for me now I'll fake it every single day 'till I don't need fantasy till I feel you leave, but ill still remember every thing how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me, I'll start letting go of little things till im so far away from you, far away from you, yeah bet you wanna rip my heart out, bet you wanna skip my calls now, well guess what, I'd like that cause im gonna mess your life up gonna wanna tape my mouth shut look out lovers we're l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation all fuckin with our lovers heads lights are on and they've gone home but who am I? we told you this was melodrama all the glamour and the trauma and the fucking melodrama they'll talk about us all the lovers how we kissed and killed each other break the news, you're walking out to be a good man for someone else sorry I was never good like you in my head I play a supercut of us all the magic we gave off all the love we had and lost and in my head the visions never stop these ribbons wrap me up but when I reach for you its just a supercut we keep tryin to talk about us slow motion im watching our love I'll be your quiet afternoon crush be your violent overnight rush make you crazy over my touch but its just a supercut of us cause in my head in my head I do everything right when you call when you call I forgive and not fight because ours are the moments I play in the dark we were wild and fluorescent come home to my heart and maybe all this is the party maybe the tears and the highs we breathe, maybe all this is the party maybe we just do it violently but you're not who you thought you were I hate the headlines and the weather I'm 19 and im on fire but when we're dancing I'm alright, it's just another graceless night, all of the things we're taking 'cause we are young and we're ashamed send us to perfect places all of our heroes fading now I cant stand to be alone lets go to perfect places

all the nights spent off our faces tryna find these perfect places, what the fuck are perfect places anyways?

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

LIGHT IT UP

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Anon asked: What about rough sex with Nestor in Miguel’s house? He makes you stay quiet and fucks you in the bathroom because he couldn’t wait to get you homeee ahhhh i love nestor

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Taking a last look in the mirror, turning on the high-heels, you sigh. You're pretty nervous 'cause finally Nestor is gonna introduce you to his boss, and also his best friend, Miguel. You want to make a good impression and you're not sure about the dress you chose, but you don't have time to change your outfit. So, going downstairs with shaky hands, you find your boyfriend waiting for you at the hall. He looks at you from top to down. Hundred times. You're doubting.

“What? Is that bad?” You ask with trembling voice.

Looking down and moving the skirt, you raise your gaze at him. The golden and sparkle dress is falling on you like a cascade with a pronounced neckline and bare back, with your long and curly hair place on it. You know it was a bad idea dressing something like that, but guessing that being Miguel's birthday the assistant should be ‘important’ people. Nestor doesn't say anything, till you're about to talk.

“You're fuckin' stunning”. He says walking towards you, holding and lifting one of your hand to make you go a full turn. “You're fuckin' beautiful, baby”.

His words makes you smile, leaning closer to kiss him softly. Offering you an arm, and taking it, he guides you to the car opening you the door. Even if he does what he does, when you two are together his attitude changes completely. You have seen him working, more or less, escorting Miguel's wife or his mother, and he looks so serious that sometimes surprises you when he laughs watching some tv-show with you lying on the sofa. 

Placing one hand on your leg, Nestor drives to the luxurious house of the boss Cartel, knowing the road by heart. Some music is playing in the car, trying to focus your mind on the lyrics, so you don't think about Miguel believing you're not enough for his brother.

“He will loves you”. He says, staring at you for a second. “And if he doesn't do, I love you and that's all it matters”.

You nod biting your inner lip, before licking it feeling somewhat relaxed, putting a hand on his nape to leave some caresses. You love him too, since the first moment you met. And your parents do too. They're delighted with Nestor.

Some minutes after, you finally arrive to the house, decorated according to the celebration, with a lot of people reunited at the entrance next to their own cars. Porsche, Maserati, BMW (...). God, you're enjoying the views as the good mechanic you are. It's like if you were a child on a candy store. Your boyfriend parks next to a black Cadillac, walking faster to your door so he can helps you to go out of it. Then he guides you to the front door, being greeted by some men, recognizing them as politician. Shit, your legs are shaking. 

“Brother!” Miguel walks towards you, hugging him and palming his back very lively.

“Are you already drunk, Mikey?” He laughs loud, infesting the older.

“No, not yet!” He shakes his head before turning to you. “Man, you won the lottery or something like, ah? Miguel Galindo, a pleasure”.

The boss Cartel holds your hand, pressing his lips on the back.

“Finally we meet”. He says then.

“Yeah, ahm... (Y/N), a pleasure too. Nestor talks a lot about you”. You reply with a kindly smile on your lips. 

“I hope only good things”.

“I actually told her you're a pain in the ass”.

“My father used to say the same, but here I am!” He laughs. And you're sure he's a little drunk. “Let's have a drink. I'm gonna introduce you to my lovely wife”.

You nod whilst Nestor tangles your fingers with yours, leaving a kiss on your cheek. It isn't that bad as you thought. Till a blonde woman hugs your man so dearly that makes you feel jealous. Just a little. 

“Hi! I'm Emily!” Now, you feel stupid when she hugs you too so happy to meet you. “So you're the one who stole Nestor' heart... I understand him”.

“Yes, more or less”. You chuckles, supporting your temple against his shoulder for a second.

“She's my wife”. Miguel says then, giving her a gently kiss.

“Come with me, it's kinda boring when they talk about business, even if they're not working”. Poisoned words covered by a friendly smile.

The woman grabs your hand, saying ‘bye’ with the other whilst she walks towards the swimming pool outside, having a seat on the garden sofa. Your gaze is traveling all around the place, really surprised about how huge the house is. You're sure you could get lost inside it. Miguel's wife serves you a glass of red wine, offering it with a smile.

“I was lookin' forward to meet you”. She says then.

“Yeah, me too. Nestor talks about you sometimes and I think we're similar”.

“Right? I told him!” You can't help but laugh cheering with both wines.

“It's good to have someone with I can complain about him”. Emily nods and laugh again because of your words.

“Yes... I feel you. Sometimes Miguel drives me crazy and not in the way I would enjoy it”. She says rolling his eyes and rubbing his forearm. “By the way, your dress is amazing. Where did you buy it?”

“Oh, ahm... My mom did it. It's her job”. You answer looking down for a second, before have a sip of the wine. “Don't you... think is ‘too much’? I was nervous about meeting ‘Nestor brother’”.

“What? Oh, no, no. It's perfect. And about my husband, you don't have to worry about. He gives an impression that it really is not”.

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You're not sure how much time has passed by, nor how much wine you have drunk talking with Emily between laughs and complainings, when both men going outside have a seat next to you two.

“Having fun, uh?” Miguel asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep”. You nod, looking at your boyfriend with a goofy smile.

“I need to talk' you”. He whispers on your ear, making feel nervous from nowhere. He looks serious and it's not a good omen.

So, leaving your glass on the table and getting up holding his arm, you say goodbye for a few minutes. Crossing the big door to inside, you walk through the assistants worried and thinking that maybe Miguel said something about you. Now, you're about to cry making your own guesses in silence. Going upstairs, Nestor opens the door of a bathroom letting you come in.

“It's... everything ok? I'm sorry if I said som—”.

Before you're allowed to finish the sentence, he kisses you. You breathe heavy surrounding his neck with both arms, while he pushes you to the counter lifting you on.

“You scared me, asshole...” You grumble against his mouth.

“Yea', I know, it was kinda fun...” He laughs raising the skirt of your dress, nailing his hands tightly on your skin, touring your thighs till he finds the waistband of your panties.

“Nestor, they will hear us”. You try to say, with your hands moving faster to unzip the black pants of the suit.

“That's the game, babe. You have to be silent”. You know you can't. Not with him. Your boyfriend knows every weak point of your body, and how to push you to the sky. “Shit... It's 'cause you look so fuckin' hot I can't control myself”.

His lips travel to your neck, biting and sucking your skin being careful to not draw any bruise on it. You know how passionate he can be sometimes, and you always enjoy it, but you're ashamed of thinking that someone could hear you. He doesn't care. Not at all. And he's pretty hard when he spreads your legs to place his body into them.

“Let's see if you can be silent”. Nestor says challenging you with his gaze, pounding you with all his strength.

You're faster, covering your mouth with a hand and closing hard your eyes, containing a loud moan. You wrap his waist with both legs, pushing him deeper hitting your wetness once and again with the same pressure.

“Shit, babe... I love your pussy... It's so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' damp, my love...”. He gasps on your ear, drowning there his own growls.

“It's all yours, papi”. You say then, looking for his lips to sink your tongue between them till you find his.

It's a easy way to drown your moans and your curses, with every stroke making you squirm on his arms. The kiss goes filthy and rampant, heating your whole body and bristling your skin. You love him. So much. And even if sex it's not more important than that, he makes you feel you're in heaven with every hit rubbing your clit. The only thing you expect is that he doesn't ruin your outfit or it's gonna be even more embarrassing.

“Fuc'me harder, Nestor...” You beg almost huffing, knowing that you're close.

Wrapping tightly your legs and pushing him into you when he pounds you, drowning all your moans with your face sink on his neck, your boyfriend takes it as a command. He doesn't stop and he's not gonna do it till make you cum on his hard cock, making him feel proud to please you.

“My baby girl...” He groans chuckling, biting his neck softly as you can keep silent when you hear some steps outside walking closer.

You have to cover your mouth at the exact moment your body find the ecstasy, with his name stuck in your lips. It feels amazing. You kiss him, silencing some sobs of pleasure before he pull himself out, complaining about it.

“Kneel, my love”. He asks you, helping you to go down as he wants.

With a naughty smile on your face and letting him place his hands on your head, you leave a long lick with the toe of your tongue all over his cock, covered by your own taste. He pushes it into your mouth, groaning because of your warm breath wrapping his hardness. Nestor sets the pace, fucking your mouth with his head tilted back slightly. He thrusts your throat, keeping his glans pressing it for a second, before continue hitting it.

“You're like a fuckin' fantasy, holy fuck...” He mutters as he can, trying not to talk loud.

He fills your mouth without expecting, with a soft contained growl whilst you swallow without him asking for it. Your tongue runs all over his size, enjoying every gesture of his face, when he can't handle anything else. Nestor helps you to get up, before clean yourself and getting your clothes well on. He kisses you again more dearly, with his fingers caressing your back so lovely that makes you sigh.

“'Am not gonna do it now, but... wanna know what Mikey said 'bout you?” He asks then, from nowhere interrupting the needy kiss. You're not sure if you want to know it. “That I should marry you”.

Your heart stops for a second, pursing your lips because of the surprise.

“Would you like, uh? I mean, I'm not proposing you. Not now. That should be more special, than do it after fucking you in my boss' bathroom”. You laugh in silence, shaking your head full of lively.

“Yes, I would like”. You answers then, putting his tie on and smoothing the shirt with both hands.

“‘K, I'll keep it in mind”.