or: bible camp age gap fic for @kingdonweek day one: different first meeting
mel king/frank langdon | 12k | complete
She wanted so desperately to touch Him, to thread her fingers into His hair or to scratch at His back, but she was fixed in position. Arms out as though she herself was the one on the cross.
Mel enjoyed giving herself over, delighted to be the one at His mercy. She’d let Him do whatever He wanted to her, her passivity rooted in total faith and trust. He would care for her. He would give her what she needed. He always paid attention. So what if He woke her up in the middle of the night and dragged her across camp to fuck her against the side of a cabin? Who was she to question what He thought was best for her?
Mel/Frank | E | 30k+ | @Kingdonweek Day 5 Nature
“It’s so beautiful,” Mel sighed after a while of just taking in the world around them.
“Yeah,” Frank answered.
But his eyes weren’t on the trees, or the water, or the clouds in the sky that surrounded them.
His eyes were on her.
“...Beautiful.”
{or}
Frank brings Mel to the Adirondacks.
Additional tags: Adirondacks, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Close Proximity, Love Confessions, First Kiss, mutual masturbation but they're in seperate tents, the inherent eroticism of camping with the person you're in love with, chocolate chip pancakes as foreplay, intimate tick removal, making playlists as a love language, Frank Langdon is Down Bad for Melissa "Mel" King, Frank Langdon Takes Care of Melissa "Mel" King, Frank Langdon Has Chronic Pain, Melissa "Mel" King Takes Care of Frank Langdon, intimate sunscreen applying, they're so obviously in love it's actually ridiculous, so much happens in this fic you honestly just have to read it idk what to say, Kingdon Week - Day 5, Kingdon Week - Nature, Tent Sex
Frank drove up the I-90, the road humming beneath his tires. Mel watched the pine trees pass by her window in dense blurs of green and brown as Tyler Childers played softly on the radio, filling the small cabin of Frank’s truck.
“I was planning on going up to the Adirondacks,” he had said the month prior when Mel asked him what his plans were for their upcoming week off, “to Buck Pond, specifically. It’s this campground I went to when I visited my aunts in upstate New York. I haven’t been since I was like, fourteen, and I’ve been really excited, but honestly,” he shook his head in an attempt to shake away his ego, “I’m kind of nervous to go by myself. There’s absolutely zero cell service out there. Just you, the trees, and the bears.”
“Oh,” Mel smiled at his willingness to always be honest with her.
Frank shook his head again, his eyes glued where his hands were laced on top of the desk they were leaned against, “I know,” he sighed, “thirty-four year old man, scared to go camping by himself. The Blair Witch Project ruined me, alright? Go ahead, I know you want to poke fun. I can take it.”
“No,” she assured him, shaking her head at his self criticism, something she’d been trying to help him unlearn since he came back from rehab, “It’s endearing, actually.”
He looked up at her finally, “Really?” he questioned, always surprised by her ability to twist everything he did into something positive.
“Yeah,” she paused, thinking over the decision she’d quickly made in her head, “ya know, um, I’ve never actually been camping,” she admitted quietly, her shoulders pulling up towards her ears, “I’d love to be your camping buddy. If you want, of course, no promises I’d be any help with the bears, but Becca says I make the best s’mores and—”
“Thank you, Mel,” Frank cut her off, his arms wrapping around her shoulders in a grateful embrace, Mel’s hands settling against his back after a moment, “I would love that.”
So there they were, surrounded by what Mel thought was an excessive amount of camping supplies, and each other’s company. They filled the long drive with conversations about anything and everything they could think of.
Frank gave her a rundown of all the things he was excited to show her, smiling brightly as he listed off all the places he’d spent hours hiding away from his brothers. His hands waved through the air as he described the serenity of the pond, and the lake with the ropeswing that was only a few miles away from where they’d be staying.
Mel told Frank about how her dad had always talked about a family trip to Thousand Trails in Williamsburg, but he died before they could ever find the time to actually go.
Frank admitted that he’d always wanted to take Tanner and Penny on a camping trip, but Abby always shut down the possibility by reason of humidity and bugs, so they’d always end up “glamping” instead.
Which actually just meant booking an extravagant lakehouse on airbnb.
He said it as if it was no big deal, but Mel could tell it bothered him—never being able to share the things he enjoyed as a kid with his own children, because if Abby didn’t want to do something it meant nobody else could either—but he’d never say that out loud.
Even after all this time he never had a negative thing to say about his ex-wife, but that was just because he kept those thoughts to himself—or his therapist.
summary: mel shares a room with robby and frank during a conference. frank's a sleepwalker that can't be woken. she turns to robby for help when he gets handsy in the night. (aka frank drugs mel) A03 link
sleepwalking inspiration / plot came from this avengers fic: dark nights by @kinanabinks
@kinktober-2025 (possessive) | @kingdonweek / @pittkinktober breeding; Oct 14
tw: dead dove do not eat somno, dubcon/noncon, mel mostly likes it, breeding kink, drugged mel. explicit sexual content. slapping. squirting. drunk. light asphyxiation (implied)
Robby slaps the hotel keycard on the bartop. "Change of plans. They've only booked the three of us in one room. Two beds. That okay with you?"
Mel takes the keycard. "Of course." She's been looking forward to this conference for months and she can't believe they're letting her go as an intern accompanied by two of the most important senior residents at PTMH. It's an honor. She's not going to complain about the lodging.
"Good," Frank says and shares a secret smile with Robby. He pushes his floppy hair back with his hands. Mel's heart swoops but she keeps her cool.
They attend the conference all day and Mel takes copious notes because she's supposed to present to the other interns about what she's learned.
"You're such a goody two shoes aren't you?" Frank asks as he leans into her. His breath is hot on her skin. Mel shivers.
"That's why I'm here, right?" she says while gesturing to her notes.
Frank laughs and leans back in his seat. "Yeah, honey."
At dinner Robby insists they get a bottle of wine. Whatever she likes. She doesn't drink much so they settle on a dark red wine that tastes sugary sweet. Almost like cough syrup. She winces at the taste but she doesn't want to seem naive in front of her two bosses.
By the time she gets back to the room she's already exhausted from the long day. Normally she's a light sleeper but she's ready to crash. She takes her pajamas into the bathroom and changes and climbs into the bed by the window. It's the one they told her to take.
"Just so you know, I sleepwalk," Frank tells her as she climbs under the covers. "Best not to wake me."
Robby nods in agreement. "Chocolate?" It's one of the ones from the pillow. Mel nods. Sleepy. Hazy. He unwraps it and ambles up to her. He places the chocolate against her lips. Feeding it to her. When she parts her mouth he sticks his fingers in. Pushing it to the back of her mouth. She gags. "Let it melt in your mouth." His fingers stay there. Hot and warm on her tongue while it dissolves.
Her world's spinning but eventually he withdraws his fingers. "Good girl," Robby says and normally the praise would make her so excited. But it just makes her more sleepy tired.
She wakes up to Frank climbing in bed next to her. He smells clean. Aftershave. He's shirtless. He wraps his arms around her waist and shushes her back to sleep. It's so nice. The touch of him. Mel hasn't had a boyfriend in years.
The next time she stirs she realizes that Frank's hands are under her pajama top tugging at her nipples. She jolts awake to the electric sensation of it. When she opens her eyes only one light is on in the room and Robby's sitting across from them in a wingback chair. He's typing on his laptop.
"Uh, Robby?" Mel says. "Frank's---"
Robby glances over at her as Frank's other hand snakes under her shorts. He's uninterested. "Better not wake him," he says. Like this is normal.
Mel gasps as Frank's fingers skate her panties and he pushes them aside. She swallows a dizzy breath as he strokes her. Her head tips back on the pillow and his mouth latches onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Sucking. So hot. Her body's too hot. Tingling as he strokes her. She's nauseous. She might throw up. It's so good. It's wrong. She's horrified. She's turned on.
"Here," Robby says. He moves to her. Finally. She's so relieved. But he comes up to her and unbuttons her pajama top so it's open in the front and Frank can get a better grip on her breast. Palm it. Rub it. Tugging her nipple tender. Robby steps back admiring his handiwork. His gaze flits over her bare chest. "You don't want him getting stuck. It's very dangerous to wake a sleepwalker."
Objectively Mel agrees but it's another thing entirely when Frank's hand in her panties strokes her clit. Then he sticks two fingers inside. Curling. Rubbing. His hands are so good inside her. It's been so long. She's so tired but every press of his fingertips makes her pant. She wants to moan but she can't. Not in front of Robby.
Frank picks up the pace and she can't help but cry out. Her world spins with a delicious tint. She locks eyes with Robby. It's a wordless cry for help but his eyes flits from her face to her tits. He's watching them bounce as Frank rocks her with his sweet movements.
She swallows. Her mouth's so thick with saliva. Everything Frank's doing feels so good. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the sensations. As her mind swims, she focuses on how languid sloppy amazing it feels. How she's wanted Frank. Watched his hands during work. Now they're inside her. Thrusting. His fingers are so long and thick. His mouth nuzzles her neck again. Lips press against her skin.
He speeds up. She inhales fast. It surprises her because she's so dizzy already and realizes she's going to come and she's helpless to it.
"Robby?"
"Hmm?" he says. Then he spots the tension on her face. "Oh, you're close honey." He pats her cheek. "Go ahead and tell me what you're feeling."
"Uh. I'm--"
He slaps her. Enough to jolt her more awake. "Uh. I'm going to come," she confesses.
"Why?" Robby's crouched in front of her while Frank's long fingers squelch inside her. She's so wet. Embarrassingly wet. He's so skilled at this. It's incredible. Her body's wound so tight and he's taking her apart. Robby asks the question like he's expecting an answer. Detailed.
"It feels good," she says and Frank fucks her harder with her fingers. Her breast is so sensitive and she's so turned on that when Robby nods at her.
"Go ahead and come then," he says. it's all the permission she needs.
She clenches and bites her lip not to moan out loud as Frank makes her come all over his fingers. A gush of liquid. His touch is so hard and in the right spot. Her eyes start to leak as he keeps rubbing her through it. She thinks it can't possibly continue but Frank pulls her pajama bottoms down and before she can think he's rubbing his cock up against her pussy.
"I'm not--" Mel says. But the thought escapes her as he pushes inside. He hikes her thigh up for more leverage. Twists his hips to reposition and slams the breath out of her lungs.
"You're doing so well," Robby croons. "What an obedient girl." He taps her cheek again to get her to focus. "What is it?"
"I'm not on birth control," she says. She's never had penetrative sex without a condom before.
Robby laughs. A big laugh as Frank's breath is hot against her ear. He bites her earlobe and tugs. His cock is so big and he bottoms out, thrusting so hard the bed shakes. He's kept his long gorgeous fingers on her clit and rubs in tight small circles. Mel's going to come again.
She gasps. She can't come again. Not in front of her boss. She shakes her head and tries to clear her thoughts but they're moving so slowly.
"I think he's going to fill you up," Robby says. "You're a sweet girl. You can take it can't you honey?"
She shakes her head. "No that's---"
"I think it'll take," Robby said. "What will you do then honey?"
Mel's not sure if he wants an answer but Frank's cock is so good in her. Long and thick and perfect. She's squeezing with her pussy automatically. She wants to come again so badly. It's running under her skin. An itch of pleasure only his dick's going to scratch.
Frank pushes her forward so she's flat on the mattress. She presses her face to the side so she can breathe as he fucks into her so hard she sees dots behind her eyes.
Robby takes his cock out and strokes it. Watching her. She closes her eyes. She might vomit from how intense it is. Throwing her forward like a ragdoll. Her body's limp and pliant. He keeps going. Fucking so deep and hard and right. But she can't speak. Only feel. The sensations snake up her spine. She can feel it in her skin. Prickling under the surface. She's always been horny when she's drunk. That kind of floaty-in between feeling. But nothing is floaty about his sharp cock battering her.
"I'm--" she's close. She thinks she'll pass out this time. Darkness swirls at the edge of her vision. Her head's pounding. Throat tight.
Frank's hand grips her neck and she comes so hard she blacks out.
When she comes to she's back on her side. Frank's pushing his come back into her.
"Can't waste any of it honey," Robby says. "It'll take. It's in deep."
Mel's warm all over. Her pussy throbs and her head spins. Frank's fingers keep working her and she gasps when the pleasure licks up her spine. Her thighs spasm and she wines. He huffs.
"What a girl," Robby says, studying her. "You want more?" He palms his hard cock. Mel can't move. She's frozen. He unwraps a condom. "I'll give you more honey."
Just thinking about Mel x Frank in another universe 🥳
CATHEDRALS EVERYWHERE.
Also, they dress up as them for Halloween, new baby is a bowl of spaghetti, Penny is Steve the monkey, and tanner is chicken Brent. I will be taking no further questions at this time.
