#ungraceds

[farsgone]

         ◜ ⋅ incoming for @ungraceds 💌 welcome to little rose.

         “ come on, sweetheart. we haven't seen each other in months and i can't even get a smile? ” 

[silverliines]

« — continued from here ── @ungraceds

a  dark  eyebrow  quirks,  the  silent  you  can't  be  serious  implicit  with  the  gesture.  “  baby?  ”  amaya  scoffs,  hand  falling  down  to  the  bar  from  where  her  chin  had  been  propped  atop  it.  “  last  time  i  checked,  i'm  older  by  thirteen  minutes,  thank  you  very  much.  ”  not  important,  of  course  –––  but  when  your  twin  was  the  successful,  famous  one,  you  had  to  take  the  wins  you  could  get.  with  a  sigh,  amaya  scoops  up  her  beer  for  a  long  swig.  desperately  needs  the  buzz  if  she's  going  to  endure  anymore  of  this.  of  him.  “  god,  the  puck  bunnies  must  be  getting  desperate  these  days.  ”  she  gives  kit  a  once  over.  “  does  that  really  do  it  for  you  lot?  some  girl  who  requires  zero  effort  before  she's  eagerly  taking  your  cock  in  her  mouth?  because  i  have  bad  news  for  you  :  women  hate  giving  blowjobs.  ”

[spillingsguts]

"am i who you think about when you're in bed ?" / @ungraceds

[sugcrtalkin]

“you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll be begging for more.” // @ungraceds

[callinforyou]

     “ i thought that's what you liked ? we argue , break - up .. –– you leave , as usual . come back , get fucked and we do it all over again . my cums still inside you , and you're makin' a fucking fuss . ”

[marisola]

@ungraceds ―  he  agreed  to  this  .  dimitri  is  meeting  her  as  soon  as  his  shift  is  over  .  another  lesson  ,  except  his  thoughts  are  plagued  by  a  fact  he’s  finding  himself  unable  to  shake  :  mike  would  be  her  date  tonight  .  he’d  be  meeting  her  family  ,  and  homme  would  most  likely  be  sat  at  home  hoping  the  other  would  mess  up  .  and  yet  ,  even  if  the  simple  thought  is  eating  him  up  inside  ,  he  shows  up  anyway  .  perhaps  because  he’s  hoping  she’d  somehow  change  his  mind  .  “  marilyn  ,  ”  he’s  walking  into  the  small  flower  shop  ,  hands  sliding  inside  his  pockets  as  the  door  behind  him  falls  shut  ,  and  the  small  bell  above  him  rings  .  he’s  quiet  ,  perhaps  a  little  more  than  usual  ,  but  he’s  moving  closer  to  her  anyway  .  “  you  nervous  about  tonight  ?  ”  about  mike  ,  and  her  family  .  “  i'm  sure  it’ll  be  fine  .  ”

[hellrisings]

                              ⤳ @ungraceds.

                    " leaving without saying anything? again? " it's meant to be a standoffish observation, nothing but an indifferent acknowledgment said to an inconsequential party guest, but it comes out far more accusatory and bitter than it should have. beck hasn't yet decided which is more infuriating: that he's still chasing after someone who doesn't even want him or that xander put him in this situation in the first place. " how did you even know about this? you come to this shitty party, " that beck didn't even want, on account of him not having particularly been in the mood since The Great Fissure, " you bring me a birthday present, " that beck noticed immediately, because he's rewritten enough of his stupid class notes not to immediately recognize his handwriting, " and when you've decided that you've made me miserable enough for the day, you try to sneak out like a rabid raccoon? " eyes screw shut, the palm of his hand rubbing at his forehead as if he could keep himself from completely falling apart with sheer power of will. " what is it? what do you want from me now? i can't do you any more favours, i'm still kind of fucked up from the last thing you asked me to do, so. i can't help you. "

[khaleesiie]

@ungraceds , based on. ♡

"let me guess, pretty boy forgot your date again?" large frame plops onto the couch, an amused smirk on his lips. not that he enjoyed seeing her seeing her upset, but he certainly didn't mind being the one she turned to when his brother inevitably messed up.