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[mellybellybunny]

Requests are open! Please send me all your fucked up (and normal) smut headcanons, prompts, ideas, etc. and I'll do my best to write something for it <3

Also here is my Ao3, for anyone interested :)

[mellybellybunny]

Bug Like an Angel

rated: e | word count: 8k | tags: sibling incest, hurt/comfort, underage sex, underage drinking, mildly dubious consent, semi-public sex

“I look silly.”

Frank shakes his head and pushes off the doorframe with his shoulder, moving the few steps to stand behind her.

“No, Mel, look at you.” He reaches around and nudges her chin up with his knuckle. “You're so pretty,” he whispers, kissing below her ear, eyes lifted to watch her in the mirror. - Mel and Frank attend a family wedding

Read on Ao3

[lunarfuneral]

jac you already know.... ice cream verse 😇

@francislangdon also wants to know about this one too :)

this is their first time!!!! underage dubcon ice cream verse. frank has a girl over when their parents aren’t home and mel freaks the fuckkkkk out

She’s stopped sobbing, but doesn’t budge from where she’s curled into Frank’s chest. He’s rubbing her back and his hand is so warm through her thin cotton top. Before this happened, she hadn’t even had a chance to do her braid. Some of her hair was wet from her tears and snot.

“What were you going to do with that girl?” She says that girl with as close to vitriol she ever gets, which is flat and short, tension wrought into her words.

She’s so jealous and she knows he can tell. She doesn’t know why, but she felt like her heart was breaking clean in half watching that girl hold her brother’s face from underneath him, pushing aside his sweaty hair, seeing him like that, just the two of them—it wasn’t right. He knew that.

“Francis,” she whines, anxious. “Tell me.”

Frank looks down at her and pulls her head back by her hair. They make eye contact and he smiles, like he’s had an idea.

“I could show you, Mels,” he whispers to her, suddenly nose to nose, hand sliding down her back to her hips, holding her in a way he hasn’t before.

Her stomach flips, something inside her clicking into place, a missing piece finally found.

[lunarfuneral]

langdonmel, 3.8k words, kinktober day one, incest. nsfw, sibling incest, underage, dubcon. first installment here

His head lolls towards her and his sunglasses slip down his nose. Traffic thins out on the main road and the parking lot is quiet, save some morning birds. Their coos float in through the car’s open windows. The way he takes her in, all the way up and down, is something she’s seen him do many times. He looks like he’s in the mood for me, she thinks.

They make a habit of it. 

All summer, Frank takes his little sister out for a treat after her early morning orthodontic appointments, much to their parent’s delight, and the praise of the office staff, too. Mel always plays it up, says that with the adjustments increasing the closer they get to her getting them off, they get so sore. “Francis,” she says, honey-like. She bats her sweet brown eyes at him under the bright, early sun and they do this same dance over and over again.

“I don’t think I’m in the mood for ice cream today, Mels,” Frank sighs, tilting his head back against the headrest. 

“Oh,” she pouts, trying not to be too disappointed. They’d gone for ice cream twice now after her appointments, a pretense that has led to her in his room, spread out on his bed, each time. She always liked their routines, and any loss of that routine felt like rejection to her, even though she knows he’s not trying to make her feel that way. She just can’t help it; he’s her favorite person in the world, and the thought of not spending as much time together as they possibly could always makes her sad. If Mel had her way, she’d follow him everywhere, truly his shadow, pinned to his heels. She was a good kid. Never wanted for much, kept to herself, always tried to put her siblings first, didn’t want to make a fuss. But when it came to Frank, she let herself be selfish. She let herself throw fits. She wanted this one thing for herself, this one part of her life just for her, no sharing, no compromises. “But I was hoping we’d …”

His head lolls towards her and his sunglasses slip down his nose. Traffic thins out on the main road and the parking lot is quiet, save some morning birds. Their coos float in through the car’s open windows. The way he takes her in, all the way up and down, is something she’s seen him do many times. He looks like he’s in the mood for me, she thinks, desperate to pull him close, let him devour her.

She watches an idea overtake him as he sits up in his seat, buckles himself in and smiles, reaching over the console for her. 

“I know something cool we could do,” Frank says, one hand on the wheel, the other on the back of her neck, thumbing over the mole there. 

Mel smiles, excited. “What is it?” 

“Mmm, you’ll see,” he shrugs, taking his hand away to shift into drive, leaving her cool and wanting.

She tries to keep track of where they’re going, but she’s lost after he turns off the main road and takes her through the farm fields to a little plaza, hidden away in a small, quiet town she’s never been to. There’s not much there, just a derelict gas station and a Subway, and a little brick building, hiding in the back. There’s a garish neon sign, XXX, illuminating the front entrance under the shade of a rusty awning.

Frank parks at the Subway and takes her hand as they walk the broken asphalt. “This goes without saying, but—”

“Don’t tell mom,” she says, grinning up at him. Her most favorite days have been ones that start with that promise, readying a secret with him, and she suddenly can’t wait to find out why he’s brought her here, even if she’s nervous. They’re not that far from home, but it feels like another world here, one that was forgotten and started to collect dust. The kind of place their mother would turn her nose up at and tell them to stay away from, unless they wanted trouble. 

He squeezes her hand and tugs her along. She stumbles over the uneven pavement, knocked off balance, but Frank steadies her with his wide palm on the small of her back. The paint-peeled front door has a bell wrapped around the knob that trills when Frank turns it, hefting it open with a shove of his shoulder, like there’s a trick to it, one that Frank knows.  

Mel has watched porn before, mostly by accident, like the time Todd Jones showed her his phone in gym class, a mean grin on his face while she frowned, taking in the video. A man, leaning over a girl on the ground, her noises coming out tinny from the phone speaker. Once she realized what it was, she turned away, embarrassed. Todd laughed and laughed, shouting to his friends, some joke Mel tried not to remember. Frank didn’t let him get away with that. But what she did remember, sitting in her middle school gym, was wishing that she were the girl, whining uncontrollably, begging for it, completely at his mercy. She thought about the girls that would giggle at the lunch table, whisper about how cute her brother was, and felt jealous of them in a way she didn’t understand then.

But she’d never been in a porn store. She didn’t even go into Spencer’s at the mall. The store doesn’t live up to her expectations—small, well-lit, the windows are even open, letting in the breeze. At the front, there’s a counter, accented on both sides by magazine racks, full of old Playboys and others that she doesn’t recognize, but she sees bits of skin that make her hot behind her knees and at the base of her neck. 

It feels like seeing a theme park ride with all the lights on. She’s surprised they’re even open at this hour, so early, not the hours she’d thought a store like this would keep.

Though Frank is old enough to be here, Mel most definitely is not, and she’s suddenly scared someone in the store will notice and admonish Frank for bringing a child here, but if anyone saw, no one says a word. No heads have turned. She feels a rush at breaking the rules and getting away with it so brazenly, even though nobody inside a porn store at nine in the morning probably cares how old someone is. 

“Frankie!” the man at the counter exclaims, slamming his hands down loudly. There’s only two other people in the store, milling around the aisles. She tries not to look at them. She tries not to look at anything—not the large, colorful dildos; not the straps and whips and leather; not the man behind the counter, scruffy and older, someone she’s never seen but seems to know her brother well enough to call him her least favorite nickname.

“Hey, man,” Frank says. He keeps her hand tucked in his. A flash of recognition crosses the man’s face when he sees Mel next to Frank, sidled up close. 

“Dude, is that—?” 

“Yeah,” Frank says, winks, and pulls her closer to his side. “She’s my girl.” 

My girl. Mel always blushes when he talks this way, when he says it without saying it, pulling wool over everyone’s eyes but hers. She likes being special to him. She likes that she shouldn’t be, not like this.

The man smiles and nods at Frank, almost like he’s proud of him.

“So what brings you in today? You need some more?” 

“Nah, just some window shopping,” Frank says, breezing right by the part Mel’s most curious about—she knows sometimes Frank hangs with people he won’t bring her around, and she wonders if this guy is one of them. But she won’t ask. If she needed to know, he would tell her. She trusts him.

“Then be my guest,” the guy says, feigning a bow. 

“So,” she starts, now that it’s just them walking down one of the aisles, “this … is what you wanted to show me?” Something cool. Frank thinks this is cool. Since they’d pulled up to the shop and she saw the sign, she has not felt like it was cool. She’s been heating up from the moment he grabbed her hand and led her across the parking lot. But she wants to play it cool, act like she’s been here before, not like some little kid, going all red at the sight of something too grown. She doesn’t know where to look, gaze flitting from toy to toy, thinking of Frank plucking one off the shelf, telling her he’s going to use it on her when they get home. 

“Not exactly,” Frank says, smiling at her easy and kind, putting her at ease, at least a little. She knows it’s silly to be nervous, in light of all that they do together, but it’s a lot all at once. He leans down and his lips touch the curve of her ear, his breath giving her goosebumps as he says, “It’s back here, honey.”

Frank goes straight for the back section of the store, bypassing the DVDs, until they get to a very small selection of VHS tapes. “This one’s a classic, Mel,” he tells her, picking one up straight away. He doesn’t even have to look at the titles; he must know it by cover alone—which is just of a teenager’s bedroom, an empty blue bed set in center frame.

“Are you going to rent this?” she asks. She squeezes her fingers together, nervous and excited thinking of taking it home, watching it in Frank’s room later that night with the windows drawn.

“We can,” he tells her, “but—here.” He untangles her hands and threads his fingers through hers. “Follow me, baby.”

When he calls her that, it’s like a warm hug, his hand cradling the back of her head, telling her everything’s alright, everything’s okay, she can close her eyes if she wants. He used to shush her like that, let her fall asleep against him when she needed him.

He takes her down a hallway in the back right of the store. The sunlight follows them down to a curtain pulled across a narrow doorway. Frank pulls it aside and Mel walks in first, surprised there’s even a room back here. The room is not very big, enough so to fit a worn couch, a short TV stand with an old Symphonic on top. There’s some shelving above it, some books and tapes thrown there in disorder.

Frank pulls the curtain closed behind him and puts the tape in.

They sink down onto the small leather sofa pushed against the back wall of the room. The curtain sways with their movement, small strips of light flashing through and dappling across the floor. It smells stale and warm. Mel doesn’t like how the leather feels tacky against her skin and shifts uncomfortably until Frank notices, pulling her in closer, settling her on his lap. His hands wander up her legs and over her hips, bunching up the fabric of her dress.

The tape whirs in the VHS player. A grainy image takes over the black screen, fading in slow. Mel tries to focus on the tape while Frank kneads the skin on her arms, squeezing and rubbing, soothing. She can’t remember ever being upset without Frank there to comfort her, not once in her entire life. Being taken care of like this makes her relax back into him, legs falling slightly open over his.

On the screen there’s a young girl, sitting nervous on the blue bed from the cover. She glances at the camera, which must be perched on a dresser or night stand. The room is clearly that of a young boy’s, full of rock band posters and dirty clothes, which are piled on the desk chair behind the bed. There’s a stack of old video game cartridges to the left of a very old computer. 

She looks to be about sixteen, seventeen at best. Her dark, curly hair goes to her bare collarbone, just above her breasts.

“Don’t be scared,” someone says off screen—a man, probably around her brother’s age, maybe older, walks into frame. Tall, broad and trim, he reminds Mel of Frank. He kneels at her feet and bends down to kiss them. “I just want to remember it. I’ll hide it somewhere mom and dad won’t find it, trust me, Junie.”

Mel can’t believe what she’s just heard. She didn’t think there'd be a video like this at the store. Frank always told her what they did was special, just between them—some strange jealousy crawls up her throat, fills her mouth and sours her face. But then she thinks of Frank finding his way to this store, desperate for something to make it better, something to ease the thoughts he had about her, and coming across this video. How perfect, someone just like them. It must have given him so many ideas.

The girl’s eyes flit to the camera again, quickly, like she’s trying to put it out of her mind. She looks down, watches him kiss up her legs. She’s got nothing on other than these threadbare white panties, like the ones Frank buys for Mel and takes with him back to his dorm. There’s even the same little pink bows on the front. He goes crazy when she wears them, pushes them aside to touch her nearly every time she does. 

Frank rests his hand against her throat, feeling her pulse. “This reminds me of us,” he whispers, lips against her ear. “When I first saw this, all I could think of was you at home and how I couldn’t wait to see you.” 

Mel loves when Frank gets like this. He tells her he loves her, that he’ll always take care of her and pulls her back against him. Under her, he’s hard, and she can feel the heat of him even through the joggers he’s wearing.

On the TV, the boy’s made it to his sister’s cunt, kissing her there softly, making her hiccup and cry.

Frank makes a hungry noise into her hair. He pushes up, standing enough to scoop Mel up and lay her back down underneath him, back against the arm of the sofa.

“Francis,” Mel begs, pushing him away half-heartedly, “there’s not even a door.” 

He shushes her, kissing her cheeks. “I’m not going to do anything,” he promises, pressing her further into the couch. The sounds from the small TV fade away as he leans in and kisses down her neck, lightly, like he’s teasing. 

“No fair,” she pouts. He knows exactly where to press. He knows her like the back of his hand. 

He doesn’t answer, just grabs her jaw, tilting her head to the side so she’s looking at the screen. The boy on the tape is still working at his little sister, just like Frank is her. She wonders how many times he’s come here, all alone, and watched these videos, imagining her beneath him. How many times has he sat on this couch and touched himself, wishing she were there? She likes thinking of it, of his desperate hand, his heavy breathing, all for her. 

His kisses fall down her chest. The straps of her dress slip off her shoulders and Frank’s lips find her breasts, mouthing hotly at her as he pulls the straps down even more. “Just wanna see you a little,” he reassures, blowing over one of her nipples until it hardens, watching her skin prickle and change. “Oh,” he breathes out, cheek resting against her. Between her legs, he ruts at her and she shakes under him. He wants me, she thinks, he wants me so badly he can’t wait until we get home.

The boy flips his sister over and kicks her legs apart. He pushes her down by the small of her back and teases her from behind, slipping his cock between her lips while she lets out these little sounds, like she can’t help it, the need for her brother spilling out of her involuntarily.  

“I’m going to do that to you when we get home, baby,” he swears, “I’m going to put you on my bed and tease you until you’re cryin’ like her, I wanna hear it so bad.” He gives her butterfly kisses on both cheeks and divests her of her dress.

Mel’s never told him no. Not really, at least—when she’d said it, he never really stopped—something that wrapped itself around her heart and settled there, comforted by his desire, the way it couldn’t be controlled. He wanted her more than anything. Being loved like that made Mel feel sorry for anyone else. He’d been obsessed with her, only her, for all her life. Who else could say that?

Frank makes quick work of her underwear, sliding it off her legs and crawling back over her, kissing her hard, cock catching on her cunt. She can’t help but whine like the girl on screen, hungry, excited cries pouring out as he presses in, only the tip, easing her open. 

“Don’t even have to finger you, Mellie,” he awes, “this is my cunt. You were made for me.”

The curtain rustles. Someone walks down the hallway, their steps scaring Mel when she hears them, just outside the room. She clenches down on his head and Frank groans and his hips snap forward, fucking all the way in. Mel has to bite down on his arm to stop from crying out.

There’s someone there. Right there. Mel shakes beneath her brother, cunt throbbing around him, so needy for him but shocked still like a deer. Whoever’s out there could just move the curtain, just an inch, not even that—and see her there, full of Frank’s cock. They could tell. It could spread. Part of her wants to walk out after and see them there waiting, mouth agape, and know Frank just had her in there. She wants it to be the talk of the town. Mel’s seen flashes of her life ahead—secrets buried under lies and excuses and cover stories—and sometimes she just wants everyone to know. 

But their steps retreat, warded off by the room clearly being in use. She’s not sure anyone’s ever heard them before. Warmth floods her belly, wildly wishing it happens again. 

Frank leans back and drinks her in, mouth falling open as his gaze slides down over her face, catching her eye a moment; then her breasts, kissed red and puffy; down her pale stomach, dusted with peach fuzz and freckles; to where they’re joined. 

“You’re so pretty here, honey,” he mutters, spreading her open wide, giving them both a nice view. Seeing her own skin flushed red makes her whimper. She glances up at her brother, watches the way he watches them, moving together, staring slack-jawed at the small scar on her upper thigh. She slides her hand down and touches at it for him. The scar is still new, still shiny.

He grunts, thrusting harder when she presses her index finger down on it, writhing from the pain of it. “You like that, Mels? You like where I hurt you?” 

Drool fills her mouth and leaks out the corner, wetting the arm of the couch.

“Fu—ck, oh, Mel, you’re drooling,” he strains, wiping his hand over her cheek, “you’re so wet for me everywhere. Are you my baby girl?”

“Yes, oh my god—Francis—” He moves up the couch, nearly folding her in half. It’s just them, the video forgotten, the room forgotten, the flimsy curtain and other patrons worlds away. “Harder, please,” she cries, feeling so full, fit to burst. 

He gets in deeper, hitting her right where she likes it, rocking against her cervix until she’s clawing at him, sliding lower down the couch, slick with sweat, just trying to stay afloat.  

“There, Daddy,” she gasps, cock-drunk, so out of it, lost in him.

“Baby,” his thrusts stutter, grinding against her, pressed as far as he can be inside. She feels him come as he reaches up and squeezes her throat hard, pinning her down while he fills her up nice and warm and deep, still hitting right where she needs him.  

When she feels it start to drip out of her around his cock, coating her swollen, sensitive folds, she can’t help but come around him, letting go and soaking him by squirting all over his balls, his waist. It drips off of him onto the couch.

The world slowly fades back in. The tape has long since ended. The light is still dancing across the floor. 

Frank pulls out and leaves the mess. “Don’t clean it up,” he tells her, handing her panties back. “Just put them on, let me drip onto them.” 

She always does what he says. She loves the feel of the dampness between her thighs, loves knowing she’s keeping him safe there, even if it drips out—she catches it, keeping it close. 

He hits rewind on the tape—Be kind, rewind—he quips, popping it out and back into the case when it’s done. Mel takes his hand and walks with him out of the room, down the empty hallway and back into the open light of the store. There’s new people there. Whoever heard them earlier could still be here, watching them return the tape, eyeing them as they approach the counter again.

Mel sticks close to him, trying to breathe in the lingering smell of their lovemaking that trails after him. Frank squeezes her hand before he lets go, telling her to stay put. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says, walking behind the counter and through a door to the back she hadn’t noticed before, where she can hear Frank call out for the guy who’d been there earlier. They’re too far away for her to hear what they’re saying until they walk closer. The door is cracked open and she can see the guy hand Frank something that he puts in a black plastic bag. She can’t see what it is. 

She hears Frank’s voice, stern and low. “Remember what I told you? I find out you lied, I fucking kill you.” 

The man laughs like he’s in on the joke. Mel wonders what they’re talking about. 

“I’m not laughing,” Frank says, serious. “Me and my friends? We’ll burn this place down.” 

“Jesus, Frankie, relax. I didn’t watch it.”

Another tape? Frank must have another favorite he wants to show her. Maybe it’s something new. 

He comes back out smiling at her, holding his hand out for her to take again. Her stomach flips at the look in his eyes, so starving, even after all they did.

“What’s in the bag, Francis?”

He shrugs like he had earlier in the car before they came here. “You’ll see someday, I promise.” 

She doesn’t press. She trusts him. He’ll show her someday.

Outside, the sun is higher in the sky, everything heating up.

“Let’s go home, baby,” Frank urges, practically pushing her into the car, “we have a lot to do tonight.”

[langdoncrave]

mel would call her dad frank pops or papa

[lunarfuneral]

i know i had a moment and deleted that ice cream verse but ykw im gna write it again. and he’s gna nut in her armpit this time too

[meltingformelking]

TAYLOR DEARDEN, SMASH FACE

[mellybellybunny]

who up and ready to brosis

[lunarfuneral]

milky would like to know about kiss cam :)

ice cream verse!!! they go to a baseball game with their family and get put on the kiss cam a few times because they're just so cute and they try to say no but they dont get it and it gets to a point.......

Mel feels her legs sticking to the seat, hot hard plastic wet against her thighs. Frank's leg is pressed against hers, a line of heat she won't shy away from. The sun's beating down on them in the cheap seats and their father keeps expressing his disappointment in their team, loudly.

But Mel doesn't really mind. She likes watching baseball with Frank, because he went through a phase where he played in high school, just for a little. She loved seeing him in uniform. He used to step up to the plate so confidently and wave to Mel watching from the bleachers. They sold bubblegum at the concession stand and her mother always let her have some—once, Frank taught her how to blow bubbles, passing the gum back and forth between them, mouth to mouth, taking turns.

She looks up from where she's been staring at Frank's tan, lean leg slipping against hers when she hears her mother and father gasp. Up on the big screen is her and Frank, nestled close.

Frank is smiling wide, delighted to see the words KISS CAM across the top of the heart shaped screen. Mel immediately blushes, red with desire to let Frank kiss her in front of hundreds of people, potentially recorded and watchable forever, and with the shame that comes with that, so ready for it even in front of their parents.

[mellybellybunny]

free use ?

I'm going to make this brosis because I can't help it sorry </3

Their parents are busy (important jobs and a big social life) so they're never home. It's been that way since they were kids, which meant Frank was always left in charge -- but even if he wasn't, taking care of Mel is like second nature to him, he's been doing it since she was born.

I think it started rather innocuous, like them just sitting on the couch together watching a movie, and he starts kissing her neck (her favourite) and he takes her hand and starts palming himself with it. And she doesn't question it, she's just curious about this new thing, so she lets him. Eventually he takes himself out of his boxers and strokes himself with her hand, and she's fascinated by it all, by the sounds he's making, by the way his hips jerk up to fuck into her small fist, and when he cums in her hand she plays with it between her fingers until he takes them to the bathroom to wash off.

It happens again not long after. This time he gets her off on his thigh, holding her waist in both hands and grinding her down against him, eyes glued to her, watching her face scrunch, lips part, small, uncontrollable sounds escaping her. He pulls her hands away from her face when she tries to hide behind them, tells her he wants to see her, that she's so pretty like this, and to hold onto him instead. He keeps a steady hold of her hips, rocking her against him even as she starts moving on her own, whispering that she's doing so good, he's got her, he'll take care of her, and she cums so hard she wets herself.

It ramps up pretty quickly from there -- she wakes up one morning to him holding her so tight she can't move away as he ruts himself between her ass cheeks, groaning and panting heavy in her ear until he cums in his boxers. On the rare occasion their parents are home and she sleeps in her own bed, he sneaks into her room and rubs himself against her lips and she wakes up with the head of his cock in her mouth. When she takes a shower he joins her halfway through and fucks himself between her wet, soapy thighs.

He LOVES just touching her and kissing her -- groping and fondling her while she does her homework at the kitchen island, sticking his hand under her shirt to palm her tits while they sit on the couch, grabbing her hips and thighs while she's brushing her teeth.

One day she's laying on her stomach in his bed, reading a book, and he sits at the headboard and brushes his hand up and down the back of her thigh, slowly reaching higher and higher until he's rubbing his fingers against her through her shorts. He works her up like that for a bit and then switches positions so he's lying under her and she's sitting on his face and he eats her out like that, languidly, almost casually, for hours, slowly drawing her to orgasm over and over again, and only when she's practically boneless does he flip her over so he can watch her face as he fucks her for the first time, slow and gentle, talking her through it even though she's completely incoherent, telling her he loves her, that he'll always take care of her first, before anyone else.

He's insatiable, once he knows he can have her however he wants he can't take his hands off her. She makes it easy for him too, wearing clothes that leave her easily accessible to him. Never in a bra, often in just one of his t-shirts and some boy shorts, occasionally his boxers. If he walks into the kitchen and sees her leaning against the counter he'll wrap his arms around her, stick his hand under her panties and start warming her up for him as he grinds his hard on into her back, then he'll press her face into the marble top and pound into her so hard her hips bruise from where they hit the edge of the counter.

She would do the same to him but she never gets the chance because his hands are on her the second he sees her. They never talk about it, really. It's just an unspoken, natural progression between them and it Mel loves it, loves that she gets to be this close to her big brother who she's always loved and looked up to more than anyone else in the world, and Frank is utterly obsessed with her and can't believe she's his, that she belongs to him in this way and every other way, and he gets to love her and touch her and take care of her in a way no one else ever could. Some part of him is always worried about how long he'll get to have her like this, all to himself with no one else to worry about (not realizing that she loves him so much she'll never even think of the possibility of anyone else) so he takes what he can get, as often as he can, and she gives it to him so willingly.

Anyway. Free use brosis kingdon you are always in my heart forever <3

[lunarfuneral]

mel would so want frank to be her brother. she wishes they were born siblings so he could break taboos for her and risk his life to touch her. she lets it slip once during sex and calls him her big brother and he immediately starts teasing her asking her why she said that just like a big brother would. and she really wants big brother to knock her up :( she likes when he tells her he’s gna make her keep the baby and everyone will know what big brother did to her

[francislangdon]

okay uhh mel posting lewd photos herself on her tumblr blog and langdon finding it

you actually have no idea how much jac and i have spoken about this exact scenario.

mel keeps a tumblr blog where she mostly sadgirl posts and horny posts. she loves reblogging cute aesthetic pngs and pictures of lambs, but she also loves blogging about her terrible love life and how she has a massive crush on a guy that doesn’t like her back :( she’s always reblogging horny posts and thinking about langdon and how much she wishes she could have him. langdon finds it on her phone and he makes a burner account just to look at her blog and never even posts or reblogs anything, all he does is send her anon messages.

to be honest, he’s jealous. he hates that apparently there’s some guy in mel’s life that she’s head over heels for and daydreaming about and she’s never told him and he’s jealous she’s thinking about anyone else. actually he’s angry about it. langdon sends her anons all the time and they’re all so fucking mean. he’s telling her to get her tits out and post a picture for him if she’s so fucking lonely. he’s saying that no one’s ever gonna touch her but him. he’s demanding she post nudes and tells her about how he’s jacking off to them. he makes her call him daddy when she’s posting for him.

mel’s blog only has like 50 followers so she has no idea where all this came from, but she kind of loves the attention. frank would never want her like this, but there’s some guy on the internet who is obsessed with her and messaging her every day demanding to see her underwear or telling her how pretty he thinks she is and he’s possessive too. it feels nice to be wanted, even if she would rather have frank’s attention. the guy online is really intense, though. sometimes he makes rape threats at her and sometimes he talks like he knows where she lives. he’s always saying he’s gonna break in and take her virginity. it always ramps up when she posts about her crush. it’s a little scary but it’s not like her anon guy actually knows where she lives…he wouldn’t actually hurt her, it’s all in good fun…at least that’s what mel thinks…

[lunarfuneral]

We're having fun with dubcon right... mel's a virgin and wants him so badly but is worried it's gonna hurt since she's never had anything inside her so he promises that this time he'll just rub his cock on the outside of her and they can get off like that but oops he just slips in a little on one pass... and then slips in a little more on the next and suddenly he's all inside her :) it just felt too good and honestly she was so wet and swollen that's what made him slip inside her in the first place! her pussy was so needy and ready for him it knew better than she did and so did her daddy :)

we're always having fun with dubcon here <3 ik i've elaborated on this many times but yeah mel that's nervous mel that's scared and worried and frank who is so sweet and kind and reassuring and he really puts her at ease he swears he's not going to do anything, they'll take it slow, he'll just sort of introduce her to it a little. he gets her naked and he gets her lying back against his pillows he's even lit a candle and the cool summer night breeze is coming through the window and he's like baby don't be scared i'll take care of you <3 and surely at first he thinks he really meant what he said. he was just going to rub himself on her clit, maybe between her lips just a little bit, just enough to let her see how it feels. but he angles it just a little further down and he catches on the inside of her 🤷🏻‍♀️ he tells her i'm so sorry baby i can't help it it feels too good don't cry honey it's okay you'll get used to it in no time. and she will! but he's working his way all the way inside because it feels like she's pulling him in he just needs to see how deep he can get

[kingdoncomes]

this is for me and @bcrmans specifically

daddaughter kingdon au where langdon is an absolute sleazebag who’s too obsessed with his bratty daughter mel and their father-daughter nights is him getting her drunk watching their favorite shows at night so he can touch her when she’s passed out on their couch. and he has a camera full of thousands of photos of her tight wet cunt around his fingers and his cock. photos of her mouth full of his cock and she’s fully unconscious in all of it. keeping her belly warm and full with beer and his cock and cum, because she’s his little girl and he loves her so so so much and he’s the worst man and father in the world but he has the best girl ever and yeah she’s getting fucked in so many ways because of him, but he loves her completely and shouldn’t that be enough?

[langdoncrave]

frat president langdon who yells at his frat bros for flirting with his baby sister mel (she's only seventeen you perv!) only to take her up to his room after the party to fuck her

[mellybellybunny]

free use ?

I'm going to make this brosis because I can't help it sorry </3

Their parents are busy (important jobs and a big social life) so they're never home. It's been that way since they were kids, which meant Frank was always left in charge -- but even if he wasn't, taking care of Mel is like second nature to him, he's been doing it since she was born.

I think it started rather innocuous, like them just sitting on the couch together watching a movie, and he starts kissing her neck (her favourite) and he takes her hand and starts palming himself with it. And she doesn't question it, she's just curious about this new thing, so she lets him. Eventually he takes himself out of his boxers and strokes himself with her hand, and she's fascinated by it all, by the sounds he's making, by the way his hips jerk up to fuck into her small fist, and when he cums in her hand she plays with it between her fingers until he takes them to the bathroom to wash off.

It happens again not long after. This time he gets her off on his thigh, holding her waist in both hands and grinding her down against him, eyes glued to her, watching her face scrunch, lips part, small, uncontrollable sounds escaping her. He pulls her hands away from her face when she tries to hide behind them, tells her he wants to see her, that she's so pretty like this, and to hold onto him instead. He keeps a steady hold of her hips, rocking her against him even as she starts moving on her own, whispering that she's doing so good, he's got her, he'll take care of her, and she cums so hard she wets herself.

It ramps up pretty quickly from there -- she wakes up one morning to him holding her so tight she can't move away as he ruts himself between her ass cheeks, groaning and panting heavy in her ear until he cums in his boxers. On the rare occasion their parents are home and she sleeps in her own bed, he sneaks into her room and rubs himself against her lips and she wakes up with the head of his cock in her mouth. When she takes a shower he joins her halfway through and fucks himself between her wet, soapy thighs.

He LOVES just touching her and kissing her -- groping and fondling her while she does her homework at the kitchen island, sticking his hand under her shirt to palm her tits while they sit on the couch, grabbing her hips and thighs while she's brushing her teeth.

One day she's laying on her stomach in his bed, reading a book, and he sits at the headboard and brushes his hand up and down the back of her thigh, slowly reaching higher and higher until he's rubbing his fingers against her through her shorts. He works her up like that for a bit and then switches positions so he's lying under her and she's sitting on his face and he eats her out like that, languidly, almost casually, for hours, slowly drawing her to orgasm over and over again, and only when she's practically boneless does he flip her over so he can watch her face as he fucks her for the first time, slow and gentle, talking her through it even though she's completely incoherent, telling her he loves her, that he'll always take care of her first, before anyone else.

He's insatiable, once he knows he can have her however he wants he can't take his hands off her. She makes it easy for him too, wearing clothes that leave her easily accessible to him. Never in a bra, often in just one of his t-shirts and some boy shorts, occasionally his boxers. If he walks into the kitchen and sees her leaning against the counter he'll wrap his arms around her, stick his hand under her panties and start warming her up for him as he grinds his hard on into her back, then he'll press her face into the marble top and pound into her so hard her hips bruise from where they hit the edge of the counter.

She would do the same to him but she never gets the chance because his hands are on her the second he sees her. They never talk about it, really. It's just an unspoken, natural progression between them and it Mel loves it, loves that she gets to be this close to her big brother who she's always loved and looked up to more than anyone else in the world, and Frank is utterly obsessed with her and can't believe she's his, that she belongs to him in this way and every other way, and he gets to love her and touch her and take care of her in a way no one else ever could. Some part of him is always worried about how long he'll get to have her like this, all to himself with no one else to worry about (not realizing that she loves him so much she'll never even think of the possibility of anyone else) so he takes what he can get, as often as he can, and she gives it to him so willingly.

Anyway. Free use brosis kingdon you are always in my heart forever <3

[lunarfuneral]

tugging on mels braids from behind is one thing what about tugging on them from the front while he fucks her and he can make her watch it go in and out with her neck all curled up from him pulling on her pigtails