[monnaow]

realizing i failed to mention this here oops - i am not really able to draw much and won’t be for about a year as i am currently studying for/taking the cpa exam while working and getting my masters. thank you guys for all the love and support you’ve given me!! i cannot wait to be done lol

[tackycardiaa]

just realizing langdon hasn’t yet learned how lonely and outcasted mel has been the last ten months in season 2, which is probably part of the reason he’s confused she’s still at work at the end (he assumes incorrectly she has a life outside becca!), and so he’s going to LOSE IT if he sees anyone being dismissive to her on the job because he won’t understand why they’d be anything but kind to her the way he is and i just—

[monnaow]

took my first exam yesterday holy shit

[audreyvoilax]

A little melpregsummer?

[sadistrobinavitch]

his dick hurts cause he wants to fuck his coworker

[kingdonagegap]

silk, words: 446

part of my babysitter au but u dont have to read those to understand, daddy kink, age difference (mel is 18/19), sexual content, @kingdonmicrofic

Her daddy always gets the best things for her.

Mel was surprised when she opened his present to see pink silk and sheer fabric. It was her fault for disobeying his instructions and opening the present in front of Becca. Luckily, her twin was too distracted by her own presents to notice the flaming blush on her cheeks. Instead, she pulls out the gift cards to her and Becca’s favorite stores and shows them to her.

“Mr. Langdon is so kind.” Becca says as she flips through them.

“It’s Doctor actually.” Mel corrects and she lets Becca pick out her cards.

After watching Elf, baking cookies, and dinner (Mel followed their mom’s ham recipe and made mashed potatoes, while Becca helped with the side dishes), Becca retreated to her room to have “computer time.” That meant she’d put on her noise cancelling headphones and played The Sims 4.

Mel practically sprints to her room and digs out the bag containing her special gift.

She doesn’t think she’s ever owned anything so beautiful. A pair of cheeky panties and a slip that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She rubs the silky fabric between her fingers and thinks about how nice it would feel. Daddy knows her so well. She opens up their text thread. 

thank you thank you so much!!! i love it!!!! 🥰

Of course, baby. Do you want to show me?

Mel feels her face warm instantly, but she strips all of her clothes anyways. The silk is cool and heavenly against her skin as she pulls is it on. She spends a few minutes trying to find the perfect angle, thinking about how he likes her, before she’s satisfied with the photos she takes. She sends them off before she can think too hard about it.

She anxiously chews on the skin of her thumb, a habit that she hasn’t indulged in since before she met the Langdons. 

Instead of answering, Daddy calls her.

“Jesus, Mel.” He groans over the line, low. Mel giggles. “I’m gonna have to buy you more because I will ruin those ones.”

“Daddy, don’t say that! It’s so dirty.”

He laughs and then his breath hitches. Mel wonders if her photos got him hard, if he’s already touching himself. “Baby, I’ll show you dirty. Put your hands in your cute panties and show me.”

Mel flushes all the way down to her neck but she does it, even as a weak protest escapes her lips. “What about Mrs. Langdon?”

“Don’t worry about her right now, just focus on me.”

And well…

Mel snaps another photo of her hand in the underwear, and then another of her slick fingers.

[kingdoncrumbs]

so i know ive already spoken at length about the symbolism and visual story telling choice to have kingdon ambulance bay conversations slowly get further from the ED as their conversations stray farther from work, but i wanted to point out something else because im insane.

not only do they just occur further away, but each time they speak in the ambulance bay, frank intentionally seeks her out, and each time he is willing to travel a further distance and cause more disruption to his daily routine for her.

now everything is a kingdom cathedral if you’re insane, but is this not progressive storytelling letting us know visually that as he continues to get to know her, he is becoming more and more willing to go out of his way for her and do things that don’t make sense for him to be doing unless his intention is to center her in his life?

just a thought because i’ll never get over it and whatever ambulance bay scene we get in season four is probably going to kill me lol

[ellewluvr]

kingdon firework burger. Who hungry

[sadistrobinavitch]

mel king is a repressed pervert with a big fat crush on her married coworker

[hearteyesmel]

frank langdon in his divorced dad apartment is canon to me!!!!

[csny]

everymorning: i think im about to die. i think im going to die. im actually going to die. this is it. im going to die. im going to die immediately.

every single night: lock in. OK. Lock In. Change your Life. I love you. Lock in. This is going to be big. I’m going to change the world. Ready? I love you. Lock in. I have an idea. Lock in.

[nervousgazes]

today is a day that god is looking brightly upon us kingdon nation first pdeardz emmy noms then video celebration then langdon s3 outfit reveal then NO RING!!!!!!! then pball posting langdonmel still on his story then pball interview quotes everything is amazing and wonderful. Days not even over yet keep it coming

[drmelbows]

he can't stand how much he loves her it's obscene

[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.

[tiffanyblewss]

was watching fireworks last night and all i could think about was the fact that we watched fireworks happen between frank langdon and mel king and that was a real thing that happened and it is canon that they did that

[audreyvoilax]

Happy kingdon-going-canon-eve everyone!

[tackycardiaa]

Day 3: Gala

@kingdonmicrofic - july 3 - wc: 284 - cw: emotional infidelity & horniness

Frank is going to absolutely fucking lose his mind if the strap on Mel's dress slips any farther off her shoulder.

He cannot be the only one who notices. He doesn't want to be the only one who notices, because if he is, there is a terrifying amount of responsibility here, like he's watching a baseball hurdling towards him at 103 miles per hour in the bottom of the ninth inning, and if he doesn't at least attempt to swing that bat, a.k.a tug the strap back up, he won't just lose the game--he and everyone around them at this goddamned gala are going to see Dr. Mel King's breasts.

He knows she can't be wearing a bra in a dress with such a low, open back, and maybe not even underwear with how tightly the silk clings to her ass.

Jesus Christ, if she is truly naked under that thing...

She catches his eye, and Frank wonders if she also catches the lick of his lips.

When she turns to him, the flimsy piece of fabric inches further down. He swallows his fear and anxiety (...hunger) and pushes the strap back over the smattering of freckles on her shoulder.

Mel freezes, but her skin is warm and rosy under his touch.

"Frank!" His hand retracts just as Abby pops up next to him. "I told you to wait for me at the bar."

Mel does an odd, almost curtsy-like thing before she shifts away and out of the ballroom. Frank's eyes drag along the curve of her back, and then he's following.

He'll go after her, he thinks. He can't let her move so quickly that all his effort had been for nothing.