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Nobody told you touching Simon Riley was against the rules.
They probably should have.
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06 Jun 2026
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You've got a problem with keeping your hands to yourself and the consequences finally catch up.
You're offered shelter—and rules. Control makes things easier, but the urges don't just disappear.
It just gets you into more trouble than you thought.Bookmarked by sparklesmile
06 Jun 2026
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Simon huffs. Closes his eyes. Bad move, because now all he can feel is your tongue drawing the outline of his ear. It doesn’t help that your breath has that cloying scent of fruity cocktails. Doesn’t help that you smell of a night-out with friends: of cigarettes and strangers, sweat from the club and the petals of your perfume.
Doesn’t help that when his eyes open, he sees the strap of your dress giving in to gravity, caressing your bicep instead of your shoulder. He burns holes into it—fabric so thin he could rip it with a snap of his fingers.
He grits his teeth. “Yer drunk.”
“You’re hot,” you mouth to his skin.
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Or; Simon fucks the drinks out of your system.
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06 Jun 2026
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Mel huffs in frustration. She can’t think of how to break him out of this spiral of self-loathing and catastrophizing. Doesn’t know what to say or do to end this cycle of misplaced blame. But, if there’s anything she’s learned in her time as Frank Langdon’s best friend, it’s that sometimes it’s best to just ask. So that’s what she does.
“What can I do, hmm? How can I make this better for you,” she whispers desperately, letting out a gentle hum as she moves to stroke his hair once again.
Frank lets out a sarcastic, wet chuckle, his face pressed against her shins. She can feel the warmth of his breath seeping into her scrubs.
“You can show me your tits,” he says casually, his voice tired.
Mel freezes, her hand stopping mid-stroke as she registers what he just said. Instantly, her face flushes red.
“Um—did you ju—um, what?” she stammers out. I must be daydreaming again, she thinks to herself. There’s no fucking way he just said that…
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25 May 2026
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“I’m jealous.” It escapes before she can let herself back out, “That my sister has a sex life, and I don’t.”
She doesn’t know why she’s admitting that to him. She honestly doesn’t. It’s embarrassing.
“Right there with you.” His voice is low, “How long–?”
She chews at the bottom of her lip, doing the mental math, “Three years…You?”
“Thirteen months.”
Warmth pools in between her legs, and she clutches his hand like it’s a lifeline.
It’s barely a whisper, she’s so afraid to say it,
“Close the trunk.”
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“Wait, holy shit, King–” The wand stills inside of her as Trinity freezes the frame.
“What?” She asks, “God, it didn’t nick something, did it? I’m not about to bleed to death?”
“No, but you might pass out.” Trinity answers, “Maybe?”
“What is it?” She tries to sit up, but Trinity’s already turning the ultrasound monitor around to show her.
Her heart stills as she takes in the tiny flickering heartbeat on the screen in front of her, “Oh–”
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25 May 2026