#melpreg

[audreyvoilax]

You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light who I love

—

The King-Langdons

[drmelbows]

starting off melpreg summer day 1 with a bang 💜💜💜💜💜

[langdnmel]

please join me in having a kingdon #melpregsummer this july!! 🤰🏼🤰🏼🤰🏼

this is extremely chill, the only rule is to get mel pregnant and post with the #melpregsummer tag here or on ao3. fluffy setting-up-the-nursery or angsty affair baby, i want to see it all. au is great. canon is great. nsfw allowed and encouraged. i don't care how long it is, i don't even care if it's his baby, just have a melpreg summer!

banner art by @drmelbows <3

[the-magic-kingdon]

like realistically I feel like frank would move heaven and earth to be at mel's first ultrasound when she gets pregnant but i can also very easily picture him meeting up with her afterwards (maybe she took like an hour or two off from work but he was in the middle of a procedure and couldn't go) and asking her how it went and instead of just going "surprise, it's twins" she just hands him the sonogram photo and goes "i contain multitudes."

[kodwrites]

Day 25: Overwhelm

@kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated E for explicit sexual content/pregnancy sex | Read on ao3 | Previous installments here |

Once upon a time, Mel thought she’d be perfectly content to never have sex again. It had been fine, mostly. Routine and mechanical, nothing to write home about. 

But that was before Frank spun her world off its axis, showed her what sex was actually supposed to be like.

It was like a switch flipped inside her. For the first six months of their relationship, it was all Mel wanted to do. Every spare moment was spent in bed—trying new positions, exploring desires, the true meaning of pleasure. Learning each other, body and soul.

Over time, the amount of sex naturally decreased as they settled into everyday life, though their “baseline normal” remained higher than average. 

That was, until Mel got pregnant.

She understood the science behind increased libido in pregnancy: in addition to hormonal shifts, increased blood flow to the pelvic region creates increased sensitivity. Mel assumed she’d have a slight, manageable increase in desire, which Frank would be more than happy to help her satisfy. 

She was so wrong. 

It manifested physically first—a constant thrumming beneath her skin, persistent pulsing between her legs, incessant wetness in her underwear.

Then, it hijacked her brain. Before long, sex was all she could think about, regardless of time or place. It got so bad, she started zoning out during shifts, focus and fantasies fighting for control.

She hadn’t expected it to completely overwhelm her like this. This wasn’t just horniness. It was desperation, delirium, desire spun out of control. 

Today’s shift was rough. She’d spent most of it clenching her thighs together, imagining Frank eating her out in the supply closet. Fucking her in the back of an ambulance. Riding him atop the breakroom table. 

She completed handoff and made it home in record time, desperate for release.

When she got home, she found Frank on the couch.

“Hey sweetheart, how was your shift?”

Mel wordlessly beelined toward him, climbing into his lap for a rough kiss. He grabbed her ass as she ground her hips against his, sucking on her tongue. 

“You need it, baby?” Frank purred.

Mel keened. They made quick work of their clothing and her glasses, getting Mel into position.

“Yessss,” Mel hissed as she sank down. “Been thinking about this all day. Need you so bad, Frank,” Mel moaned as she bounced on his cock, Frank fondling her breasts. 

“God baby, you’re soaked.” Frank moaned, mesmerized at the feel of her, how gorgeous her belly looked between them.

Already, Mel felt herself tightening around him. “Frank, help me, I need…”

He pulled her hips down harder against his, thumbing at her clit. It only took a few more thrusts before she shattered, Frank right behind her, riding out the aftershocks together. 

They had sex again an hour later, Frank taking Mel from behind, bent over the kitchen table.

Later, in bed, Mel bit her lip suggestively.

“Again?” Frank asked in disbelief. Mel giggled, already moving to straddle him. 

Three orgasms later, Mel was finally sated.

[slowburnlover]

Pregnant Mel using Frank's scrubs but he keeps buying bigger ones covertly so she doesn't feel huge

[smolfangirl]

July 1st: Confetti

For @kingdonmicrofic | words: 500 | cw: pregnancy, PHP | picture: Chris Barbalis, Unsplash

The confetti from the surprise baby shower rains down from Mel’s scrubs to the passenger seat of Frank’s car. She refuses his greeting kiss and stares at the Presby sign as he drives out of the parking lot. 

At the next traffic light, he carefully asks, “How was your shift?” 

“Fine. Whatever.” 

“…Okay. What happened? Did someone try and touch your bump again?”

On cue, their baby flips around and kicks her lungs. “Not really. Or just the normal amount. It’s fine.” 

Frank huffs but keeps driving – until he steers into an empty spot in front of a small take-away restaurant to their right. Nausea floods through her at the grease in the air. 

He shuts the engine off and turns to her. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You okay?” 

Oh, okay, that tone. As if she was weird about this. She crosses her arms. “You’ve been separated for over three years.” 

“Mel…”

No, he started this. “My colleagues all think you’re my husband and that I just never wear my ring to work."

“Sunshine, we talked about this. You know Abby’s conditions for shared custody.”  

Mel snorts. “Abby has no idea how recovery works. And a judge always asks the kids what they want. They love you. ...I just really wanted to be married to you before any of this,” she gestures at her heavy stomach, “and I know I forgot the pill, but it’s not fair.” 

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t risk losing my kids.” 

She cradles her bump. He sighs. “I’m almost done with my PHP. I’ll stay home, impress Abby, and then my lawyer will get everything started. It’ll look good to the judge. I know it’s hard, Mel, but we’re almost there.” 

It’s well-practiced. What he never includes: that he can’t wait to marry her too. 

“I’m done talking now,” she replies and avoids his eyes for the entire way home.

He drops her off at their freshly cleaned apartment, then rides off into the sunset at Abby's house. An hour later, her phone lights up with photos from bedtime as she pulls the brand-new maternity pajamas that he bought and washed over her bump. She places her phone face-down on the nightstand, then hides from her guilt under the blankets. Later, she wakes up to the key in the door. Vivid images of Frank fucking Abby in his old home linger in her throat like acid reflux. Her tears stay trapped behind her eyelids. A few minutes later, he slips under the blanket and curls up behind her body. He leaves a kiss on her shoulder and whispers, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you. Your ring is waiting in my suit jacket, if you want to see it.” 

Another kiss, another guilty pang in her chest. She slows her breathing and expects him to disappear to better shores overnight. But in the golden morning hours, she wakes up with him wrapped around her like the ring he’ll put on her finger eventually.

[whitakers-intern]

💐 MEGNANCY !!🐞