bcrmans

[bcrmans]

mel crying all red faced and puffy eyed tear tracks all down her cheeks and frank getting so hard watching her weep and hearing her sobs he feels faint

[bcrmans]

mel scaring the hoes compilation

[bcrmans]

tbh i have nothing to say other than i’m grateful for the twt discourse for inspiring me

full artwork on ao3

[bcrmans]

does stalker frank drug her to make sure she gets a good night's sleep.....

oh boy does he…. (btw this is pretty much copy and pasted from mine and @kingdoncomes dms)

original post here

mel’s a deep sleeper, he’s watched her enough to know exactly when she falls into REM. he’s memorized the way her breath deepens and her mouth slightly parts, the way her feet stop wiggling under her sheets. it’s how he knows he can take his time with her, touching between her legs and spreading her slick, pushing his fingertip in and feeling her resistance. when she’s deep asleep and he’s touching her, he knows she’s about to come when suddenly her breath picks up and her hips tilt into his hand.

it’s after, when he’s crawled on top of her, legs straddling her head, that she starts to wake up. her lashes flutter as he pokes his fingers into her mouth, spreading the taste of her on her own tongue. she sighs as he runs his fingers over her canines to her molars to her tonsils, prodding at the back of her throat. it’s only when he takes his cock out, getting himself ready that she starts to mumble. his baby is waking up and he can’t have that just yet!!

he’s got pills, made to put her to sleep and keep her there. he pops them, one by one, into the back of her mouth. of course he doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable trying to get them down dry, so he spits in her mouth for some lubricant! now she’s all ready for him to shove his cock down her throat, making sure those pills work their way into her stomach nice and easy.

he watches as her throat works, fluttering around his cock and the pills. once he knows she’s swallowed them, he rewards her by letting her wash them down with his come!! she did so good for him, his perfect sleeping beauty :)

[bcrmans]

heyyyyy do you have anything nsfw for kingdon. maybe daddy kink, praise kink, the somniphelia kink (idk how to spell it lol) etc? i beg

hi nonnie!!! sorry i had to stew on this for a bit but here r my thoughts:

- i’m really enjoying the idea of the daddy kink starting out as platonic. he really feels like an adult who can take care of her- and he does! he brings food to work for her and sets alarms on her phone so she eats it. he calls in the morning to wake her up- making sure she never has to set an alarm clock again. why would she, when it’s so much better to hear his voice instead? he even calls her before bed, tucking her in, making sure she had everything ready for the next day. she’s never had a dad before, at least not one she remembers, and frank is really good at it. it was bound to slip out at some point. they were in the PTMC parking lot, she’d worked a double and he was just getting there. he stopped her and pulled her in for a hug, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear how proud of his little girl he was, doubles were hard and she did so good. the words thanks, daddy were out of her mouth before she even knew it. he just hummed, kissed the frame of her glasses, and pulled out the tupperware of leftovers he had set aside last night- a sticky note that had her name and a heart stuck to the lid.

- and as for somno- oh boy do i ever !!! in my world they are casual somno enjoyers, i think they find it hot just how much they trust each other. they have so little time alone, between work, becca, his wife and kids- it just makes sense to really utilize the hours they do have. i think mel REALLY enjoys somno, she loves how peaceful frank is when he sleeps and how that’s the only time he’s ever still. she likes seeing what sort of unconscious reactions she can pull from him, whether it’s mumbles or the twitch of his hips. she just can’t believe that these reactions are entirely because of her and her alone. i think she also enjoys it from a research perspective. she likes seeing how he responds to her touch, and how different stimuli produce different outcomes. she knows how bodies work, how they function, but exploring frank’s when he’s not awake to add any bias to her results- well who can blame her if it’s her favorite. as much as she loves his mumbles in her ear about how good she felt and a stuttered fuck, so tight baby, she knew he did some of that for her benefit. plus she can add in fun surprises that she’s collected from her data when he is awake

now… if we are entering the dubcon territory of it all, here’s a rough snippet of my WIP

mel really just wants to help. that’s all she’s doing, she’s just taking care of him! he always takes care of her at work, asking if she’s okay, how he can help. and of course right now- in what may be his worst moment- it’s only fair she return the favor. he’s got his face pressed into her bathroom wall, knees digging into the tile, panting hard. this was his second time going through withdrawal, he’d told her, and he didn’t really have anywhere to go and it felt so much worse this time around. so of course she would let him stay, just to ride it out and then he’d check back into rehab in the morning. and she was a good doctor, didn’t good doctors take care of their bosses? that’s why she knew how to help his current situation- here on her bathroom floor. his vomit in her toilet, sweat dripping down his temples, sitting on his hands to try and keep them from shaking. yes, she thought, she knew exactly what to do.

[bcrmans]

Taylor Dearden as Dr. Melissa "Mel" King The Pitt

[bcrmans]

KINGDON CANNIBALISM

[bcrmans]

mel’s first kiss being with her married coworker is so buzzy i’m sorry

[bcrmans]

HAPPY KINGDON DAY TO ALL THOSE THAT CELEBRATE

[bcrmans]

mel king cathedrals

[bcrmans]

Frank getting so into his role being the adult who takes care of Mel that when a patient spots his dad bracelet and asks how many kids he has, he reflexively says three.

[bcrmans]

when kingdon antis start pulling at straws to hate them i get so excited. in my perfect world they DO have a problematic age gap and power imbalance… they DO have a sibling dynamic…do not tempt me with a good time

[bcrmans]

does stalker frank drug her to make sure she gets a good night's sleep.....

oh boy does he…. (btw this is pretty much copy and pasted from mine and @kingdoncomes dms)

original post here

mel’s a deep sleeper, he’s watched her enough to know exactly when she falls into REM. he’s memorized the way her breath deepens and her mouth slightly parts, the way her feet stop wiggling under her sheets. it’s how he knows he can take his time with her, touching between her legs and spreading her slick, pushing his fingertip in and feeling her resistance. when she’s deep asleep and he’s touching her, he knows she’s about to come when suddenly her breath picks up and her hips tilt into his hand.

it’s after, when he’s crawled on top of her, legs straddling her head, that she starts to wake up. her lashes flutter as he pokes his fingers into her mouth, spreading the taste of her on her own tongue. she sighs as he runs his fingers over her canines to her molars to her tonsils, prodding at the back of her throat. it’s only when he takes his cock out, getting himself ready that she starts to mumble. his baby is waking up and he can’t have that just yet!!

he’s got pills, made to put her to sleep and keep her there. he pops them, one by one, into the back of her mouth. of course he doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable trying to get them down dry, so he spits in her mouth for some lubricant! now she’s all ready for him to shove his cock down her throat, making sure those pills work their way into her stomach nice and easy.

he watches as her throat works, fluttering around his cock and the pills. once he knows she’s swallowed them, he rewards her by letting her wash them down with his come!! she did so good for him, his perfect sleeping beauty :)

[bcrmans]

does stalker frank drug her to make sure she gets a good night's sleep.....

oh boy does he…. (btw this is pretty much copy and pasted from mine and @kingdoncomes dms)

original post here

mel’s a deep sleeper, he’s watched her enough to know exactly when she falls into REM. he’s memorized the way her breath deepens and her mouth slightly parts, the way her feet stop wiggling under her sheets. it’s how he knows he can take his time with her, touching between her legs and spreading her slick, pushing his fingertip in and feeling her resistance. when she’s deep asleep and he’s touching her, he knows she’s about to come when suddenly her breath picks up and her hips tilt into his hand.

it’s after, when he’s crawled on top of her, legs straddling her head, that she starts to wake up. her lashes flutter as he pokes his fingers into her mouth, spreading the taste of her on her own tongue. she sighs as he runs his fingers over her canines to her molars to her tonsils, prodding at the back of her throat. it’s only when he takes his cock out, getting himself ready that she starts to mumble. his baby is waking up and he can’t have that just yet!!

he’s got pills, made to put her to sleep and keep her there. he pops them, one by one, into the back of her mouth. of course he doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable trying to get them down dry, so he spits in her mouth for some lubricant! now she’s all ready for him to shove his cock down her throat, making sure those pills work their way into her stomach nice and easy.

he watches as her throat works, fluttering around his cock and the pills. once he knows she’s swallowed them, he rewards her by letting her wash them down with his come!! she did so good for him, his perfect sleeping beauty :)

[bcrmans]

there are daddaughter cathedrals everywhere for those who see it

[bcrmans]

mmmmmm stalker frank…. sneaking into mel’s apartment while she’s asleep and braiding her hair and laying out her clothes for the next day. making her breakfast in her kitchen and putting it in the fridge so she can heat it up in the morning. playing with her cunt while she’s asleep, seeing if he can make her come without ever waking her up. leaving before she wakes up with no evidence that he’s been there, just that someone has.

frank being the first person she calls, terrified, saying that someone broke into her apartment :)

[bcrmans]

@kingdonmicrofic

aug. 25 -> sweat (499/372) !cw: step-siblings, rated M-ish!

Sunday mornings were sacred in the Langdon-King household.

A hearty breakfast — freshly baked biscuits slathered in sausage gravy with fresh fruit and coffee; an hour and a half of mass — Mel adorning a flowy skirt that Frank could hide his hand underneath while mumbling along to every hymn; a list of chores — Mel, inside with her mother and sister, polishing away every speck of dust and dirt that dared to linger, while the Langdon men took care of the yardwork. 

Mel always volunteered to do the dishes. There was a little window above the sink that gave a broad view of their backyard, the lush green grass that seemingly spread for miles toward a line of thick oak trees at the very back. She could track every step Frank Langdon took, pushing the rickety old mower that sputtered. Track every time his forearm came up to swipe at the sweat peppering his forehead and temples. 

995 steps would pass before Mel had to drain the sink. Towel off the pots and pans and plates and mugs left over from their morning meal. Her mother would whistle along with the vacuum’s whirring hum in the living room, giving her more time to slowly drag the worn cotton over every dish. 348 more steps would pass before silence filled the house briefly, then Mel’s mother would call her away for something else. 

Lunch would be served after every blade of grass had been shaved down appropriately. Turkey and cheese sandwiches with fresh lemonade. Frank’s shirt would be drenched in sweat, clinging to his lithe frame, dark hair pushed back. Cheeks pink from the heat.

He’d ask to be dismissed, citing a shower would cool him off. Restore the energy he’d burned off outside before evening chores. His father would wave him off. Mel’s excuse changed depending on the day but often chose laundry, that the basket upstairs of overflowing sheets and shirts and their Sunday bests need to be sorted. Her mother wouldn’t think twice.

But Frank waited upstairs. Skin slick, shirt thrown on the floor of his untidy bedroom, reclined on his bed when Mel slipped in. His torso would glisten in the afternoon light that bled across the room in streaks of gold, the thick smattering of hair between his pectorals laid flat. 

Mel wouldn’t grimace at the dampness that pooled at his naval when she settled her hips over his own, nor the moisture that licked her fingertips when she traced them all over his sun-heated skin. Fire burning beneath her touch. 

She’d carve a long and careful path, from the scar on the inside of his left wrist to the stubble that decorated his jaw. Relishing the salty tang that settled on her tongue, washing away the bittersweet lemonade that previously resided there. He’d paw at her as she lapped up the evidence of his busy afternoon, spewing praise that sounded like music to Mel’s ears. 

Sunday mornings were okay, but Mel quite liked the afternoons more.