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Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. Pulling back ever so slightly, he whispered against her lips, “when were you gonna tell me you wanted a baby?”
Her jaw dropped slightly, pulling back and shaking her head jerkily. “I- I don’t know what-”
“I found your Sims family, baby.” Their little untraditional family. Frank, Mel, Abby, Becca, Millie, Tanner, and their baby. A big house. Open concept. A play room, a king sized bed, a nursery.
or: mel makes a sims family of them with one extra addition. frank finds it.
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17 Mar 2026
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Day 14: Breeding/Creampie
They had managed to get each other off with their hands and mouths despite the slight limitation of running out of condoms, yes, but it just wasn’t the same.
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- Part 14 of Kinktober 2025
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10 Mar 2026
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"Well, what's your poison, then?" Frank asks, angling his head in her direction.
"What?" Mel asks, mouth dry. All she can focus on right now is the line of Frank's jaw and the tendon in his neck—
"Y'know…" Frank waves his hand around in the air uselessly, "a weird sex thing you're into."
Or, Mel and Frank tell each other what they like in bed, as friends do. Somehow they end up trying those things out on each other.
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20 Jan 2026
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“Mel.” Frank sounds tense and serious. She doesn’t like when he’s tense and serious, especially not when she thinks that it might be because of her - why else would he not reply to her picture? “What are we doing?”
“We’re - we’re trading pictures, Frank, like we said we would -”
“Yeah, I know, but… are you seriously gonna tell me that you’re not sending ones where you look hot on purpose?”
The air leaves her lungs in a large, violent breath. She feels like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Or like she’s been caught leaving secret, encoded messages on a post-it note inside the lid of the cookie jar without telling anyone the post-it note or even the cookie jar itself is there. She wanted to take cute pictures to send to him this week in the hopes that he would like them, but she didn’t know that he noticed how hard she was working for it, didn’t realize that he realized - oh, God, is her new push-up bra that obvious?
“I’m not - I didn’t - um -”
“Are you alone right now?”
“Yeah, I’m alone.”
Frank sighs on the other end of the line, and she waits patiently for it all to come crashing down.
“What are you wearing?”
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10 Jan 2026
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It wasn’t a word that Mel would personally have come up with, but Trinity had a name for what Langdon had turned into after his divorce.
Fuckboy.
As Mel sat across from Frank at a dim sum and noodle restaurant down the street from the hospital, a place that at some point had become their restaurant, listening to Frank recount the details of his latest hook-up, Mel couldn’t help but turn the word over in her mind.
“She gave surprisingly good head,” Frank said, between bites of a dumpling. “Oral wasn’t really something Abby and I had done in years. If we had sex at all it was sort of perfunctory missionary to reset the clock. God. I missed blow-jobs.”
“Well. I’m glad it went well. Getting your needs met is important,” was all Mel could manage. Truthfully, hearing the details of Frank’s escapades generally turned her stomach, but there was so much more to their friendship she loved that made swallowing this particular notch in her throat worth it.
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29 Nov 2025