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this is so jack abbot at a work party, tells you to come to one of the empty rooms for some help, then locks the door, makes out with you hard, touches up and down your body with those big veiny hands, whispers how sexy you look and how he cant help but think of you and whats underneath that pretty floral dress and those panties that he can see thru everytime you sway your hips <3

mrskennedih

Feral.

horrorstreet

I need him biblically

songsomi

mizvm0n0

New Shawn Hatosy pics dropped I’m about to be the most annoying person on earth

the traces of ginger in his hair omg

morwap

i need perv!frank langdon that

˙⋆✮ fucks you in an empty closet in the hospital whispering “i’m gonna make you such a good doctor, just you wait and see”

˙⋆✮ texts you while he’s at home and you’re working, asking to see what panties and bra you’re wearing

˙⋆✮ only calling on you to answer questions so he can praise you just how he knows you like

˙⋆✮ secretly knowing it makes you jealous when he’s around mel, using it to his advantage so that he could fuck you that night

˙⋆✮ telling you to keep things professional at work, that this was only casual but when you two are around whitaker and Ogilvie he makes sure they can see the lingering hand on your waist and hear little dirty things he says to you

˙⋆✮ pressing his hard on against you as he slips past you

˙⋆✮ lays on top of you while showing you all his old medical books and notebooks, grinding on you as he reads to you and points at visuals then moves your panties to the side and slides his cock into you and makes you read out loud and every time you mess up you get a spank

˙⋆✮ calls you over anytime a trauma comes in that he takes over, he asks you questions that were in the recent “study sessions” you and him have had. “you remember this? it was when i-“ he would trail off threatening to say what he was doing to your body in that moment

˙⋆✮ follows you into the staff lounge just to press you against the counter, feel you up and sloppily kiss you on the cheek then leave you standing alone in there

˙⋆✮ sends you videos of him jerking off in the bathroom mirror while on shift

˙⋆✮ loves to hear your heart beating…(a little vampire!frank)

mast3rbait3r

PERV LANGDON, I MUST BE IN HEAVEN

honeyroots

sloppy makeouts w langdon 😵‍💫 spit everywhere, grabbing n groping at his cock slurring "please"-es into his mouth n whining when he says "not yet baby, hmm ? gotta stretch u out" yeaaaaaaa

⚠︎ — MDNI. 18+. lots of humping, groping, denial, kissing, spit, heavy petting.

Frank Langdon has a perfect mouth— exfoliated lips, a sparse amount of stubble around his chin, and a he always tastes like mint chewing gum or strawberry flavored candies. It’s safe to say you’ve got a fixation on the way his mouth moves, and the pattern in which he slides his tongue across his lips for some extra hydration. You’re shameless about the way you stare, gaze focused on his mouth even during inappropriate times. Regardless of your bad habits, Frank is usually sweet on you about it, and most of the time, he lets you have what you want.

“C’mere. You’re staring again,” Frank pats his thigh, a signal for you to climb on his lap and take what you’re so desperately craving. He doesn’t need to tell you twice before you’re crawling over to him, sliding yourself onto his thighs and looking at his mouth in even closer proximity. His dry fingers, always raw from excessive handwashing, hook under your chin. The gap between you two is closed in a matter of seconds, and his tongue dances across you bottom lip, teeth nipping and pulling at the soft tissue. Drool accumulates at the corner of your mouth, threatening to spill over. It’s something Frank will lightly tease you about later. ‘You’re such a drooler, baby,’ and ‘my pretty girl, you’re drooling at just the thought, huh?’

Makeout sessions with Frank always turn into humping and groping over clothes. In most cases, you’re a whining mess, pawing at his belt buckle for some more, but he’s always hesitant about finishing the job once it’s started. Your legs spread on either side of him, hands filtered throughout his hair, using the locks as a grip while your hips roll against him. His length grows against his jeans, the hard outline of his dick is evident even through his pants. You can nearly make out what the tip looks like, even clothed.

“Please, Frank,” your eyes shut tightly, rolling your hips forward to get some stimulation from him. All you want is his cock tucked deeply inside you, pounding you until you’re a mess beneath him, fluids leaking everywhere. Drool, arousal, cum, whatever it may be. “Please… please,” your pleads are pathetic in between the kisses, and you know Frank is about to deny you when you feel his smile stretching across your lips, a knowing scoff sounding from the back of his throat.

“Not yet, baby. Gotta stretch you out first, remember? You want my fingers, wanna practice taking two this time?”

“No,” you groan against him, “wanna feel your… you know… wanna feel you inside me.”

“You can’t even say the word ‘dick,’ sweetheart. What makes you think you’re ready? Doctor knows best, right?”

“Uh huh… Guess so…”

starlord-s

a heatwave and your boyfriend just shouldn’t be legal. put the two of them together and it’s seriously bad for you.

frank has been walking around the house without a shirt for days. usually you wouldn’t have anything to say about it, but you’re ovulating and it’s a reminder that he spends most of his free time nowadays in the gym, trying to keep himself occupied as he comes up to a year of sobriety.

it’s the third time this week he’s caught you staring at his arms. he chuckles to himself, taking a sip of the iced tea you made him, “you’re staring again.”

“shut up,” your face feels hot and it isn’t from the sun beaming down on the two of you. “you’re annoying.”

you close your eyes and appreciate the sun, but you’re rudely interrupted by the sound of frank’s chair scraping against the patio.

“i’m gonna mow the lawn,” he tells you casually. “some of those weeds are already coming back.”

“don’t you dare!” you take off your sunglasses, glaring at him. “you know what you’re doing.”

“i’m not doing anything.” frank says innocently, but the shit eating grin threatening to take over his features says otherwise.

“sit your ass back down,” you tell him. “and put on a shirt. you’re distracting the neighbours.”

“i’m sure sandra has seen a man shirtless before.”

“she’s pushing ninety. you’re gonna give her a heart attack.”

frank’s laugh rings out again, and you find yourself smiling into your own iced tea.

unhoelyplaces

me because i have to fall asleep on a pillow and not andrew cody’s bicep

b6rntosdiee

t1red-twilight

“english isn’t my first language-“

stfu and let me read the art you’ve written

merlepsblog

Robby: It's important to have boundaries. Also Robby: Please come sleep in my bed for three months. Also Robby: What are your thoughts on old men exercising naked?