problems problems

( &. LIGHT one up and hand it over. rest your head up on my shoulder. just wanna feel your lips against my skin. white sheets, BRIGHT lights, crooked teeth in the nightlife. you told me this is right where it begins. but your ( lips hang h e a v y ) underneath me. and i PROMISED myself i wouldn't let you complete me. i'm trying not to let it show that i DON'T wanna ( l e t t h i s g o ). is there somewhere you can meet me? ) written by luxen

[ultraviolentsun-blog]

        god, he knows he’s fucked up. colton’s all excited and he’s annoyed. “no, fuck off, i only said our because i basically take care of him, and you help. sometimes. so yeah, he might as well be my child. love’s got fuck all to do with it,” he huffs, brushing colton’s hands off his shoulder.

[ncvacanes]

            “oh, whatever. i care for him more than you do. you wouldn’t even look at him when he first came into our lives,” he snaps, hands retracting to his own waist. “if i want to spoil him, then i will because he’s my son.”

[ultraviolentsun-blog]

        “we may have as much money as them, but we don’t want our son to be a little shit like them, okay?” he said our.

[ncvacanes]

“our?” he grins, a giddy feeling causing him to jump in the air as his hands grip onto aiden’s shoulder. “our. you said our. i knew you loved him.”

[fcmous-blog]

“y-yeah but it’s-s not the same.” reece was right. there was sure to be a smile on dominic’s face the minute he saw a text, call or even a tweet notification seeing that reece was enjoying himself on tour. the fans were truly amazing and supportive though some he could’ve done without when it came to hate towards himself but regardless he didn’t want to take reece away from them. at the end of the day he had a job to do and that involved being away. dominic wiped his tears, sitting in silence and sniffling occasionally.

[ncvacanes]

“baby, it’s going to be okay,” he says through a giggle to lighten the moment. he’d succeeded in pushing the thought to the back of his brain up until now because he didn’t want to dwell on it. he’d grown so possessive of his tiny family that being away from them even for a second brought his anxiety almost to a peak. he presses soft kisses to dominic’s temple, leading down to the side of his neck. “let’s try to not think about it, yeah?”

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“so?!” leila exclaims, delirious. “i thought our differences made us, us?” she knew she was the one at fault here, but still, she was seeing red. “don’t fucking use our circumstances and differences as an excuse or a way out, zeke. i fucking love you and i choose you over everything. this whole goddamn fucking relationship is a choice and i want you to choose me.” she’s on her knees now, steady eyes leveling with his gaze. her eyes hurt from the tears, and when her expression softens, she reaches out to cup his cheek gingerly. “baby,” she coos. “i’m sorry. please… let’s work this out…”

[ncvacanes]

“you didn’t choose me that night!” he shouts, feeling as if a cord had blown in his body. tears begin pricking at his eyes, cascading like waterfalls in red streaks down his puffy cheeks. “you didn’t choose me when you got pregnant. you didn’t choose me when it came to the pregnancy or the decision of if you should keep it.” a red tint had exploded on his face and neck as a rush of emotions pricked every thought in his mind. “we knew it was going to happen eventually, right?”

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god, enough with the teasing already. at this point blue was desperate to feel him in any way she could—the space between her legs feels like it’s burning—and his breath on her neck wasn’t much of help either. she shudders, then helps herself up to cup his face, kissing him square on the lips. she wraps her arms around his neck and tugs harshly at his hair, before deepening the smooch and rolling her hips at a much faster pace. “if you want me,” she breathes between kisses, “then you better fucking work for it.” in one swoop she’d unclasped her bra, and off it goes, onto the flower, exposing her soft milky breasts and pert pink nipples. before he even has the chance to look, blue pushes him back and kisses him, before using a hand to tilt his head to the side so she could kiss his neck behind his ear. “you’re a selfish boy, daddy,” she murmurs, low enough that the camera wouldn’t pick it up and it could be a message for him and only him. “fucking greedy is what you are.” as she says this, she keeps up her pace with grinding on his erection. “i’ll show you what greedy is,” she growls.

[ncvacanes]

anakin didn’t know what it was that kept him coming back to blue. he’d do what he always did; take what he wanted and leave them high and dry. truthfully, it was a natural routine but it didn’t involve much of a fight either. he thought the same thing would happen with her until after their first time where he lost himself in the heated moment--like he always did when she takes him to his highest peak. a sudden spark brightens his jagged features when she shoves him back, an act that would only fuel the sensation of wanting complete domination. and if she hadn’t tricked him into her dark spell, anakin would fight back as much as he could. a soft moan slips between his harsh breathing, the rolling of her hips beginning to drive him insane. in a swift move, his arm snakes around her body to shove her against the silk fabric of the sheets. “you know better than to act out against me, princess,” his raw voice growls, nipping carefully at the skin of her neck. 

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@bluedelacour: happy holidays from this dork and i xx

@ncvacanes

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blue would be lying if she said that didn’t make her heart skip a beat—lying if she said she didn’t feel a little giddy at the prospect of being his. but she knew he was most likely just saying that, most likely just being possessive because he was selfish and not for anything else, so blue gets her head back in the game and starts to rub herself against his erection. “if i’m yours,” she murmurs in between kisses, “then would that make you mine?” with her back turned to the camera, she quickens the pace of her hip rolling, digging her nails into his back for support now. “but then you’d slept with someone else, so clearly not. which means i can do whatever the fuck i want.” at the word fuck, blue thrusts particularly hard then slows down. she tilts his head aside to pepper feathery kisses on his neck, just to tease him.

[ncvacanes]

anakin knew fully well of his selfish acts-- why shouldn’t blue be allowed to fuck other guys when he did the same with girls? he had a terrible habit of controlling everything and anything in his power; he had to be the leader. and why exactly? that was a bit tough to put his finger on. a low growl echoes from deep in his throat as her hips graze so mean against his now fully hardened erection. a large hand travels along the small of her back, inching closer and closer to her long strands of hair until his fingers tangle in the roots and give a light tug. he holds her hair in a fist, head tugged back just enough to explore the milky expanse of her neck. “no, no, baby,” he breathes. “let’s not forget who you belong to.”

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leila’s eyes widen. “what?” she gasps. “no! zeke, no, no, no, no.” she rises to her feet and rushes to him, splotches of black flashing in her vision and threatening to send her over the edge—she stumbled a bit on her way to him, losing her balance more than once. she’d stood up too quickly. “baby, no,” she says, falling to her knees next to him and gripping his thigh. “we can talk about this. please! i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you, i promise, i—”

[ncvacanes]

“leila i--” the words bubble up at zeke’s mouth but it’s the speaking part that seems to be troubling him. did she even understand what she did? on one hand, he wanted everything to forgive and forget; that’s the kind of person he always promised himself to be. that’s the kind of person he wanted to be if it weren’t for the hole that felt like it had been drilled through his chest. “we can’t-- there’s nothing to fucking talk about,” he spits, “this was a bad idea, anyway. we’re completely different people as you’ve made so obvious.”

[fcmous-blog]

“i-i-i don’t want you to b-be gone for that long,” he stutters as he continues to try and hold in his tears but they begin to stream down his cheeks. he was afraid of this reaction. dominic didn’t want reece to think he was over reacting over it all but the truth of the matter was that things weren’t going to be the same. sleep was going to be harder, they wouldn’t get to talk every day, diego was going to have to adjust and he had to find a baby sitter for the times he had to work also. 

[ncvacanes]

reece’s lips fall into a lowsy frown as he reaches with dainty thumbs to wipe at the moisture beneath dominic’s eyes. he was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing, thinking he’d much rather stay and take care of his family than tour the world like he’s done so many times before. it wouldn’t be that bad, right? except for the fact over 35 million wild fans had already purchased their tickets. “you’ll still see and hear from me everyday, baby. i’m not going to leave you, i told you that.”

[fcmous-blog]

the model buried his head in the crook of the other’s neck and pulled himself closer, his legs resting over reece’s, “b-but it’s not the same. you’re not gonna be here to hold me at night and di is really gonna have a hard time being away from you for long.” not only was diego going to have a hard time but so was dominic. this was the first time since reece had gone off to spain for over a year that they’d be away from each other for longer than a week. he wasn’t sure he could handle the emotional agony of it just yet. “can’t you just stay here. the tour can wait,” he mutters, his voice low and slightly cracking up.

[ncvacanes]

“hey, my love, don’t cry,” he whispers in a hushed voice, pressing pink petals carefully to his temple as he wraps the boy in a secure hold. truthfully, reece wasn’t ready for the tour either; sure, all the rehearsals would prove to make a spectacular performance but he simply wasn’t prepared to leave the life he’d spent so much time building up for himself and dominic. “these eight months are going to fly by. i promise.”

[hcwaii]

“you don’t know what i do, either.” jay retaliates, because it’s true. his whole life and what he does for a living is something he’s never let come out in the known. the less people that know, the less people he’s likely to hurt. “i’m not perfect; i do stupid shit all the time, bell.” he reasons, “and i don’t think you’re perfect either, nor do i expect that from you. but, guess what? i still love you. i love you because of that– regardless of the shit you’ve done– i don’t care. i love you, bell. it’s not a lot to offer, i know, but.” he stops, licking his lips as he finds himself gnawing on his bottom lip out of nerves. “if you care about me, just let me, bell. let me love you and stop overthinking everything.”

[ncvacanes]

for the first time ever, even if it pained him to admit it, everything his therapist had preached to him had begun to make sense in his mind. for years it was always ‘get rid of them before they have a chance to get rid of you;’ it was a sort of mantra he followed when bellamy found himself growing too attached to someone. he’s thought about it with jay thousands of times but he holds on for just a little bit longer -- he wasn’t ready to let go just yet, even if it meant getting his heartbroken. “i just don’t know how,” bellamy sighs, biting down on his bottom lip. “i don’t know how to love someone without fucking up.”

[ultraviolentsun-blog]

“this is the only twenty-one present christmas for him, from now on he only gets two presents from each of us. cuz fuck knows if ma and pop were still alive he’d have fifty. let’s not turn him into a fuckin’ kardashian okay?”

[ncvacanes]

“what’s wrong with being a kardashian?”

[xjustatheory]

        her body cradled beneath his touch, begging to be corrupted  once again by the very awful habit she had just kicked only months prior. but  his touch sent a wave of SHIVERS up her spine, and she could feel the warmth  rising in the pit of her stomach, all the while a shock of chills cascaded to the very  tips of her toes, causing them to curl with anticipation.  ❝ he loves me. ❞ her words  were whispered but they seemed to echo in her mind. he loves you – whereas arlo’s  affection was different; his touch wasn’t gentle and sweet, it was fiery and possessive.  she wanted to be LOVED. but she was losing this battle with herself, and with him. he  was the DEVIL and she had sold her soul a long time ago. tilting her head slightly, doe  hues connected with the gold amber flecks inside his fluttered hues – and she was done for.

[ncvacanes]

          ❝ he loves you, ❞ he repeats, letting the words settle on his tongue. there’s a hint of JEALOUSY that ruffles inside him, bubbling a heated sensation in his chest until he realized -- it wasn’t hard to fall in love with delilah. when their bodies are close like this where they can feel the warmth of each other’s breath while their hands journey along memorized curves, an overwhelming sense rushes down his spine and he knows he’d do anything to get a taste of her POISON one more time. ❝ i love you, too. ❞

[forcxnturies]

harley just decided to just let this happen. he was like putty in the boys hands, and he couldn’t help but give in to him. he moaned softly against his lips, hands gripping into the fabric of his shirt. “please.” he mumbled, not even sure what he was begging for. marks on his hips where he was squeezing, more kissing, – anything. he just knew he needed more. despite the fact that arlo could leave him just as soon as he gets what he wanted, harley missed this – and he knew he should have never left the boy. even despite all their fighting, this was the time when he realized they were like electric together. everything was intensified, and that’s what kept harley coming back. 

[ncvacanes]

tonight was never supposed to lead to this; he came to the party to get his mind off harley. all he expected were a few beers and an easy person to bed. but after downing one, three, seven beers and throwing back the shots like water, arlo just so happened to catch the familiar boy in a room by himself before intervening. now that he had full control, there’s a smirk that tugs at each corner of his mouth as his arms slip under harley’s legs in a effortless mission to lay him down on soft, satin sheets. god, he missed this so much. even as much as he tried, arlo knew there wasn’t anyway to rid the boy from his mind. pink petals drag across harley’s tan skin, across his neck until their lips meet in a heated kiss. “you’re not leaving me again.”

[forcxnturies]

at his words, colton’s other hand snaked lower down his body, moving down his back and to his ass – squeezing slightly when it settled. it was definitely more clear to him what happened the night before, and he was fully prepared to do it again. “want you so bad. want to hear you scream again for me.” he spoke against the boys ear, before kissing back to his lips. 

[ncvacanes]

electric rushes dart like spark wires through his bloodstream, making him even more susceptible to colton’s touches. the words hotly breathed down his neck arose several goosebumps across his arms as he tugs the other close to feel the warmth of his body before he’s engulfed in his lips once more. “like i said last night,” he smirks, “make it rough.”

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“it could’ve been yours, okay!” leila yells, as if that made it any better. heaving, she bends over and slinks down to the floor, shoulders tense and heart racing. “i got drunk. it was never supposed to happen. i–i came back to you the morning after and we were good, we were okay, and trust me, baby: i felt horrible. but i tried to make up for it. i didn’t want to tell you because—god, yes, i know, i fucked up. and then i found out weeks later i was pregnant, but i didn’t want to know if it was yours or his or whoever’s. just—zeke, i’m so sorry.” leila looks up at him hopefully.

[ncvacanes]

zeke eye’s meet hers with a hurt glance before the five seconds he can actually look at her is up. his fragile hands remained clamped shut in tight fists, even as he approaches the dining room table once more and reclaims the seat he once occupied. should he be mad? after all, things remained the same even after her wild night out-- but then again, he wasn’t finding out about it until now. three months later. zeke stares at the golden finish on the table, knuckles rubbing together as he puts his best efforts forth to keep from becoming hysterical. “i think maybe you should go.”

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blue’s eyes droop shut, and the faintest of smiles graces her lips. gently she places a leg on either side of him and lowers herself onto his lap, hips slowly starting to roll in reaction to his kisses. “they can try,” she murmurs as she bends back slightly to show the camera how perfectly the lingerie cupped her breasts, before sitting back up to rub her nose against his and smirk. blue blinks, leaving butterfly kisses on his cheeks in her wake. “maybe you should watch someone else fuck me for a change. you like that?”

[ncvacanes]

while it was a grand idea, and it was, really, anakin refused to watch anyone else take advantage of the girl he’d grown to know so well. for reasons unbeknownst to him, he could feel himself growing more possessive of her with each intimate moment that burned between the two of them; just ask the other guy who tried to hit on her the last time they went out. “hm,” he sighs, fingers latching on tight to her waist as he holds her hips close against his growing erection. if there was one thing he was most proud of, it was his impressive size and the ability to draw those loud screams from blue. “no,” he breathes, lips finding hers in a soft kiss. “you’re mine.”