[goddessofnightmaresfics]

they didn’t show this part in the show but mel and langdon are in the back of his car rn fucking

[lunarfuneral]

@kingdonmacrofic langdonmel, 1.1k words, prompt: gala nsfw, melpreg, infidelity :)

“You liked her touching you?” he asks, biting hard on her thigh. “Feeling my babies inside you?”

She trembles as he licks a line up her leg, lapping up what leaked from her when she felt his eyes on her earlier, watching his wife kindly ask before touching Mel’s stomach, flattening her palm over where their two babies grew. She had no idea. He felt his blood rush downwards when he saw it, shocked at himself for it, but unable to control how hot it made him to see. 

Mel was in green, a long, cap-sleeved silk dress with purple and white flowers on it, that hugged her just enough for you to see—she was pregnant, around sixteen weeks. That only went back to the start of July, right around the week he came back.

Abby saw her right away, standing by herself near the table with the charcuterie boards. “Is that Dr. King?” After their last fight, Abby had suddenly changed, becoming kind and curious about work again, trying to be a better version of herself. He noticed. Now, she even visited, bringing Tanner and Penny to see daddy at work, and she even met Mel, around a month after he came back. She was really making an effort, one Frank found grating, despite how genuinely she seemed to want to try again with him. But she hadn’t been kind about Mel before, while he was out of work. She didn’t like that he’d mention her, or Santos, or Whitaker, or Javadi, or anyone, really. She had an unwillingness to hear about that day at all. But she spat Mel’s name with a particular disdain she didn’t have for the others. Frank’s sure it’s because she could hear the way he said it, but that wasn’t something he could help. 

Frank nodded and caught his breath when he saw the cut of her dress. Her stomach wasn’t all that big just yet, but she was larger than she should be for sixteen weeks, because he’d put two in her—something he was proud of. 

“Yeah, that’s Mel,” he answered, and turned to find the bar at the other end of the room, spotting a few of their coworkers mingling amongst the other gala guests in the crowd. “I’ll get you a drink, your usual?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” She waved him off and walked in the other direction, towards Mel. 

While the bartender made her drink, he watched Abby go up to Mel and discover what they’d been keeping secret. Abby was smiling, holding a hand over her heart while she listened. He didn’t know what Mel told people, but he hoped she just told the truth if other people asked. He wished she was telling the truth right now.

Then, she touched her, and Frank thought he might black out. He had to drag Mel away, already so hard in his pants, unable to think about staying in that ballroom, or even the building, with his wife and their coworkers a second longer. He needed to get his hands on her. Abby was distracted with Dana then, the two of them laughing loudly over their drinks, so he snuck her outside of the Carnegie Music Hall and walked her around to the small loading dock, where the concrete sloped down and they’d be hidden in shadow. 

“Frank,” Mel moans above him now, tugging on his hair. 

He nuzzles into her crotch and inhales, sniffing deep. 

“Mel, baby, you liked me telling you not to wear anything under your dress tonight?”

She bites her lip and looks down at him. She nods her head. 

“Oh, fuck,” he says, immediately pulling her dress up again. He slides his hand up to the swell of her asscheek and smiles when there’s nothing, nothing at all. She’d been nervous about the cut of her underwear, the ones she’d had to start wearing because of the babies, and he’d told her to just go without. He hadn’t thought she’d do it. 

“I can’t believe you actually listened to me,” he says in awe, bunching her dress up more to see her bare cunt, shiny and sticky and all his.

“I like listening to you,” Mel whimpers, struggling to stay upright against the door he’s got her against. It’s not cold out for this time of year, at least not with their hands on each other like this. She’s got goosebumps, though, everywhere.

Frank flattens his tongue and licks her like an animal, so messy and eager. His girl likes listening to him, his perfect, beautiful girl. She loves him more than anyone ever has. She’ll run up to him in front of everyone, grab hold of him and smile, refuse to take her eyes off him. She’ll trust him, she’ll forgive him. She’ll kiss him after work one day, right before he goes home to his wife and kids. She’ll give him her number and answer every time, all the time. She’ll watch him, miss him, think about him, she’ll fucking need him, in ways Abby never has. She’ll let him fuck her, she’ll beg him to come inside. She’ll get wet when his wife touches her belly, full of her husband’s babies. 

She’ll let him eat her out against the side of a building late at night in November, while their coworkers are all inside, maybe putting two and two together now. 

“You’re going to stain your tux,” she warns, his spit and her slick coating his chin, dripping down onto his bowtie, that he felt fucking stupid with anyway. He doesn’t care if she soaks it.

“Come all over my tux, baby, do it,” he says, uncaring. He gives her a finger, because he knows she wants it, having learned so much about her in their time together already. “I’ll say I spilled my drink, just do it.” 

Mel whines, thrusting down onto his face, riding it while he fucks into her.

“No, no,” she whines. She’s nervous. She needs a little push. 

He glances up and sees the round of her belly. God. He presses his other hand to her there, where their babies are, and she shivers.

Pulling himself from her, he says, “Listen to daddy, okay? You’re carrying my babies, honey, you gotta listen to me.” He kisses at her again, again, again. “Your belly’s gonna get so big, every day, oh fuck, honey. It’s not fair that you get to walk around and people know I came in you, but I don’t get the same. Imagine Abby’s face, when she realizes I did this to you, that you’re mine and I’m yours, that we’re going to be a family. Give it to me, I want them all to know when we go back in there, Mel, please, sweetheart.”

Mel’s head hits the door behind her, and she does what she’s told.

[kingdoncrumbs]

canonically happening just about now in Pittsburgh btw

[goddessofnightmaresfics]

i fall asleep thinking about all the possibilities that could have made her braid this messy

[goddessofnightmaresfics]

bad back

rated G | ~1.1k

“Why do I not listen to my beautiful wife more often?” He sits on the floor next to her, memorizing her face, sporting a constant red complexion since she got pregnant, only deepening at his words.

“Shut up,” Mel murmurs, a small smile tugging at her lips and she swats at his hand trying to poke her face, irritated. “You know, it’s really rude that you say that when I’m bloated, round, and can only waddle to get around.”

“Mel,” he says seriously, grabbing her face, smushing it between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “You look absolutely gorgeous, at all times. And you look particularly beautiful like this, never doubt me when I say that.”

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