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just a couple of 'platonic besties'*

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down. I'll be there on their side. I'm losing by their side

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from october 19th to october 25th of 2026 we are celebrating kingdon (mel king/frank langdon) explicit fics by writing them, posting them, reading them and loving them ♡

every day has three prompts that are meant to inspire and motivate fic writers. you can choose to only fill one of the prompts per day, you can combine two or three of the daily prompts and post them in a single fic, you can pick and choose which ones you like and post a fic at the end of the week... the possibilities are endless!

we have also made sure that one of the prompts for each day coincides with one of the daily kinktober prompts, in case writers want to participate in that challenge as well.

🩺 october 19th: discipline | public sex | frottage 🩺 october 20th: pain play | begging | threesome 🩺 october 21st: sex pollen | finger sucking | overstimulation 🩺 october 22nd: wet and messy | lactation | quickie 🩺 october 23th: nipple play | gags | caught in the act 🩺 october 24th: leather/lace/latex | come licking | sex work 🩺 october 25th: cockwarming | edgeplay | non-sexual bdsm

if any of the daily prompts don't work for you, we have included some bonus prompts that you can use whenever:

age gap aftercare kink discovery gentle sex spanking

you can use our hashtag #nsfwkingdon2026 to tag your fics and we'll be reblogging them all throughout the week. if you have questions or comments send us an ask. we'll get to it as quickly as we can.

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Prompt: Balloon @kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated G | 31/31 | Birthday Buddies (this takes place in the Birthday Buddies universe (Confetti, Laughter, Connect), no need to read beforehand, but it does help!)

“I have a birthday present for you.” 

Mel looks up to see Frank standing over her holding a balloon. He sits down next to her in the grass, taking her hand and tying the balloon around her wrist. 

“Only the best for my Mel.” 

Mel shivers—both from the breeze dancing across on her skin and the sound of her name on his lips. She’s been getting used to the sound again—a year of being inseparable is nothing compared to the seven years they didn’t speak, to the seven years where she didn’t know anything about his life.

“Thirty-eight today,” she muses, nudging his shoulder. “When did we get old?” 

“Excuse you,” he scoffs, “I am still young.” 

“At heart, maybe.” 

Frank laughs, and the sound makes her want to cry. Addiction and divorce and a hard-fought custody battle have taken years of his life, so hearing him laugh makes Mel’s heart ache. 

“I have made a decision,” Frank announces, taking her hands in his. “I decided that thirty years is far too long to keep a secret from your best friend.” 

“Oh?” Mel breathes, her heart beating faster. She wishes it wouldn’t, wishes she’d learned her lesson, but loving him is something she’d never figured out how to stop doing. 

“I,” he starts, taking a deep breath before saying, “I have had a crush on you for thirty years.” 

Mel stops breathing. 

“Since before we were friends, actually,” he continues, steadfastly not looking at her as her world turns on its axis. “It’s why I picked on you, I wanted you to notice me. And I couldn’t go one more birthday without telling you that I’m in love with you and I want to spend the rest of our lives together.” 

“Frank—” Mel chokes out, the word getting caught in her throat.

“And if this sounds suspiciously like a proposal,” he says, finally looking her in the eyes, “that’s because it is. If you’d like it to be.” 

“Frank,” Mel breathes, stunned. She thought they might be heading this way, especially over the last few months, but never did she think he would be proposing. “I love you,” she confesses, and something in her chest breaks open as the words she’s been suppressing for the better part of thirty years breathes fresh air for the first time. “I’ve always loved you. So yes, to your proposal, if you mean it.” 

Frank smiles deviously, reaching up to grab the balloon hovering above them. He pops it easily, and Mel jolts as something falls out and onto the grass. He picks it up and oh—

“Marry me, Mel?” 

Mel can’t wait any longer—she leans in and kisses him, pulling him closer by his scrubs. He kisses her back immediately, running a hand through her messy hair and tugging at the bottom of her braid, only breaking the kiss when she whines. 

Prompt: Orchestra @kingdonmicrofic | 500 Words | Rated E for Explicit Sexual Content | 29/31 | Professional Musicians AU, Reverse Age Gap/Older Mel AU :) |

“You play the Debussy beautifully.” 

Frank looks up from his sheet music. Mel King—the Mel King, youngest violinist in the history of the New York Philharmonic—is standing in front of his music stand, holding her violin case and frowning at him. 

“Thank you, Miss King,” he stammers out. It shouldn't be so scary, his first week of rehearsals with the orchestra, but he’s only twenty-five, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a prodigy, that he already has his doctorate, that he earned his place here, it’s still nerve-wracking. 

Especially playing with other legends like Mel fucking King. 

“The Bartók as well,” she says, tilting her head at him. Her gaze is analytical, like she’s sizing him up, but it also seems like she’s somewhat impressed. She’s older than him—by how much he’s not entirely sure—but he knows that she’s been playing stages like this since before he’d even picked up a violin. She’s so ridiculously talented and also so attractive he might die if she keeps looking at him. 

“That’s very kind.” 

“You’re floundering with the contemporary pieces, though.” 

Frank nods. That is true. “I don’t have as much experience with contemporary—”

“Most kids straight out of the conservatory don’t,” she interrupts. “You’ll learn.” 

“I actually have my doctorate—”

“How old are you?” 

Frank blinks. “Twenty-five." 

Mel King smiles, her tongue peeking out from behind her teeth. “You can call me Mel.” 

Oh, Frank thinks. I’m in trouble. 

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“You’re such a fast learner.” 

Frank hums, mouth occupied. 

“I knew you would be,” Mel pants. “I saw how fast you picked up the—faster, please—the Stravinsky and I knew you’d take direction well.” 

Frank hums again, the compliment sending pleasure through his synapses.

“And the way you play, your fingers on the strings, oh fuck, right there—” 

Frank angles his fingers and sucks—Mel moans, clenching down around his fingers, her back lifting off the mattress as she comes.

Frank sits back on his haunches and watches Mel as she comes down. She’s gorgeous—was gorgeous when she stopped by his music stand and coached him through the contemporary pieces, was gorgeous when she invited him to her apartment, was gorgeous when she sat herself down in his lap and kissed him. 

“In all honesty,” Mel says, breathing in raggedly, “I thought you’d need more lessons.” 

“Oh, I need more lessons,” Frank says eagerly. “Anything you wanna teach me, I’m a very good student.” 

“You are, aren’t you?” She appraises him again, looking at him intensely like she’s trying to figure out what makes him tick. Or maybe she’s trying to figure out what she sees in him, because Frank’s certainly not sure. “On your back,” she commands.

Frank makes his way hastily across the bed. He whimpers when she takes off his jeans and his underwear, and then fully moans when she takes off her bra and settles herself on his waist, notching his cock at her entrance.