Iero, you're going the right way for a kiss by the end of the night. "
she warned with a giggle, chewing on her lip as she turned to look at the options.
" mmmm oh .ᐟ I think I see what I want. "
gee gasped and looked at him as the pair threaded through the crowd to get to the merch line.
" spoiling me now 𖤠 "
Frank already did spoil her. he bought get food and shouted things a / lot / . . now it was starting to make sense. she blushed because of it.
" careful
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“i look forward to it .”
he said earnestly, feeling his heart make a little loop once she kissed his cheek. he could get used to that. correction, he (wanted) to get used to it.
frank glanced down at their linked hands and smiled wider, intertwining their fingers. +
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I'm not upset with you, I'm never upset with you . . . I'm.sure you had your reasons I just — it hurts me when you're hurting . . .
( her hand would flatten out and instead hold his cheek in her palm. )
I know it's . . hard to ignore people . . .
( she had to do it a lot. )
@failingpunk " Frankie that's a terrible excuse to sit here. "
she said in a straightforward tone because, Gerard being Gerard, she fussed over him like it was no one's business and it had only gotten worse since admitting feelings.
" just relax, yeah 𖤠 "
her free hand reaching to
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" careful of I'll start sketching you as a knight or somethin' all sweet n' heroic. "
giggling, she nodded and got up, walking to her TV to turn it on, the tubes sounding out in that high pitched CRT way.
" mmmh . . . "
looking around her collection, she grabbed it.
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“i don’t mind you drawing, it’s relaxing watching you .”
he said, meaning it in the least creepy way possibly. but, he glanced over toward the small tv in her room, pondering.
“you still got that friday the 13th tape ?”
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@failingpunk family.
" ( mmmh .ᐟ fuck .ᐟ ) "
she'd exclaim, muffled, her hand dropping as she miked herself dry and suddenly melted into the bed.
she had that clarity.
that sleepiness.
satisfaction.
@failingpunk loudly coming undone in the speaker of her phone ; making her blush and gasp as ;
she came, and she had to drop her phone to press her hand over her mouth to muffle herself as she growled and groaned, not exactly wanting to explain herself or her sounds to someone in her
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@failingpunk into the phone for her.
" ( don't . . . think I - I can last t - too long ~ . . ) "
her own. buildup was fast approaching, her face scrunching up and back beginning to arch as she did an accidentally louder moan . .
@failingpunk she was so consumed in her pleasure . . she could barely focus — everything she wanted to say was just . . . hushed moans and husky breathing.
" ( I - I feel . . I feel ssso — so good, hm ~ fuck Frankie . . . ~ ) "
she whined softly, her hand picking up speed as he moaned
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@failingpunk in the Way house 𖤠 they didn't expect fowl play.
little did they know both their kids were intensely gay, actually.
her hand worked herself harder, her breathing down the line was shaky as hell.
she couldn't help the lewdish desires for him that appeared in her
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@failingpunk expect to be doing this, let alone with Frankie. it was surreal. hot. her body getting really sensitive.
" ( so . . . so ha - hard for you . . ~ ) "
@failingpunk " ( Fr - Frankie . . . ) "
she stuttered out at his words, at the thought of him doing it to her instead.
" ( oh god . . ) "
she whispered out, eyes rolling closed again as she stroked herself, as hee mind went to him, to the words and her imagination.
never did she
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