#melpreg

The King-Langdons

You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light

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!

“Do you think she’ll like it?” Mel whispers.

Frank turns to her with a soft smile. Glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling are a pretty safe choice of decor, in his humble opinion. “How could she not? Seriously, who doesn’t like stargazing from the comfort of their own home?”

Mel sighs and lifts her head to glance around the nursery. They’re laying side by side on the soft rug in the middle of the room. “What if she doesn’t like the color of the walls? Or she likes sea creatures instead of—”

“Then we’ll change it,” he soothes. “She’ll tell us what she likes, and we’ll listen, like good parents. Right?”

“Within reason.” Mel settles back down. “I’m just nervous. Excited, but nervous. I can’t wait to find out what she’s like.”

“She’s gonna love you,” Frank muses. He shifts to speak directly to Mel’s belly. “You’re such a lucky girl, having Mel as your mom. She’s the best.”

“Frank,” Mel whines, “you’re gonna make me cry!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Mel deserved to hear kind words all the time.

Mel covers her face with her hands, overwhelmed. “You’re the best too. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.” It certainly wasn’t an easy decision to have a baby when their lives could only be described as chaotic. But Mel trusted Frank. He’d always take care of her, of their family.

Frank, for his part, actively fantasized about how fast he’ll get up when the baby cries. Mel’s gonna be the most well-rested new mom in history, mark his words.

He stares up at the ceiling again. He had stars like this in his childhood bedroom and the nostalgia aches as much as it comforts him.

@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.