Also, I have extreme writing block, please request ideas.
The Pitt.
(Including: Frank Langdon. Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch. Jack Abbot. Dennis Whitaker. Jesse Van Horn.)
Supernatural.
(Including: Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Castiel.)
Marvel.
(Including: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark.)
Richard Harmon Characters.
(Including: John Murphy. Erik Campbell.)
The Walking Dead.
(Including: Rick Grimes. Daryl Dixon. Negan Smith.)
(Still in progress of working on.)
Small introduction:
Hi! I'm Lexi. I enjoy writing and try to do so whenever | can. But I am often times busy so please don't be mad at me if I don't post. I typically post every 3 days to a week. But I also post on AO3 and sometimes post my works early on there. The majority of my work consists of adult and/or dark material—so please, be careful. And remember, consent is sexy. Again, this is my ONLY AO3 account and I don’t post anywhere else. I also have a taglist, please DM me or send an request/ask.
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Thinking of Dirty!Langdon who would definitely be into puppy play. I mean, like muzzles, leashes, collars, etc, all for you. But his favorite is the custom made collar with your name embroidered into it. It’s his favorite one to click around your neck. It has him hard in an instant.
It’s so bad to the point where he would have you chained to his desk (the one at home for paper work from the hospital) with that pink, sparkling collar with your name on it. Like, you’re whining so hard while shifting, leaking from your needy cunt because he doesn’t let you wear underwear anymore, desperately trying to nuzzle into his thighs but the muzzle just makes it soo hard. The sad this is that he just keeps pushing you away, petting your hair, muttering something about ‘too much work, be patient, pup’.
Ughhh, I don’t know even know if this makes sense but I know one of my pervs will love it.
TW: Age gap. Mean!abbot. Fingering. Pussy slapping. Dirty pics.
A/N: I loveeed this. More ideas please!!
Being significantly younger than Abbot and not being into the medical world, you have a lot of free time on your hands. Well, when you’re not at college that is. Today is a weekend, meaning no school for you. It would be a good thing… But Abbot works today.
Seven rolls around and you can’t wait any longer.
You’re needy and flushed and incredibly aroused for some reason and he’s still not here. Your hand reaches for your phone and hesitates on the photo button. It shutters with a click and a flash.
The photo isn’t anything too crazy. Just a shot of your chest, your face isn’t even it. Just the delicate mounds of flesh decorated with freckles and mole. Your thumbs hit send on the text to Abbot, “When does your shift end?”
It doesn’t take Abbot long to respond. Maybe only thirty minutes, which is definitely an upgrade from the usual hours it takes. “Fuck... You’re in for it.” He warns via text.
And he means it.
When he comes home to your shitty apartment after work, he doesn’t even bother with saying ‘hi’ or ‘how are you’. Instead he’s shoving you onto the bed with a snarl, “did you seriously think you could do that and get away with it?” He asks, his hand landing on your ass.
You yelp in surprise but he doesn’t let you speak, shoving your head into the pillows, one hand tangled in your hair while the other works on pulling your panties to the side. “You were on my mind all day with that fucking photo. Couldn’t focus on any of my patients.”
His thumb works over your clit in fast, punishing circles as his fingers curl inside of you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he’s pleasuring you and not punishing. Your screams and moans echo off of the bedroom walls.
Then you’re shattering.
Your cunt chokes his fingers as you shake. “Dirty girl. Get off on this.” He growls out, his hand slapping against your cunt, causing you to jolt.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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A/N: I don’t worship any religions, so if any of my info is wrong please correct me in the comments or as an anonymous ask. That is never my intentions. Also, I have extreme writing block, please request ideas.
“I didn’t know that what I did was wrong, Father.” You sniffle out to Father Robby. Crybaby tears slip down your cheeks but he can hardly pay attention. Not with the way your shirt is falling off your shoulder. Revealed your bra strap. Pink and thin.
Robby has to force his eyes onto yours to keep from going further. “Aw, my poor child. It’s okay. I know you didn’t know any better.” He says, his tone sweet despite the fact that his hand under the table is adjust the sudden tightness of his pants. His free hand lays on yours.
“I know but I still can’t help but feel awful, Father Robby.” You whisper. Your hand closing on his and he has to grit his teeth. Trying not to imagine how small your hand would feel around his cock.
He’s a priest for fuck sakes. He swore to be celibate for life among another stuff. He’s not supposed to have a hard-on just at the wrong doing of an innocent girl who is seeking forgiveness, but he just can’t help himself— “You really want forgiveness? Get on your knees.” He finally says.
Your sniffling stops for a moment as your eyebrows furrow but you do as told. Slowly, you sink down onto your knees. Meanwhile, Robby is working on his pants. Soon his cock falls out.
Thick, heavy and waiting.
Hesitantly, you wrap your hand around it and give it a soft tug. He hisses in pleasure, “use your mouth too. Don’t be shy now. You wanted forgiveness. Work for it.”
Your mouth finds its way onto his cock, licking up and down the veins with wide eyes. Gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. A tear slips down your cheek as you try to pull away.
But his hands are in your hair, holding you down as his hips thrust violently into your mouth. It has been too long since he has had this.
Too damn long.
His cum shoots down your throat. Thick, hot stripes.
Your throat is working over time to swallow it all. When you finally pull off, you’re gasping, “did I do good? Am I forgiven, Father.”
“Not yet.” He murmbles out.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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Langdon X F!reader smut and fluff based around the song Cinnamon Girl - Lana del rey?
Like reader and him fuck and then after that reader expects it to just end there and she just goes home but instead he pulls her close and they cuddle OR fuck again??
I thought this song really fit him and it was cute sooo
(Maybe kingdon instead of x reader???)
“Doll…”
TW: Sleepy/lazy sex. A bit of Noisy!Langdon. Reader tries to leave, Langdon stops her. Cuddling.
A/N: Omg, thank you for this. It’s like you read my mind! As much as I would love to do character x character (e.g kingdon), I’m not the best at it so I typically don’t do that kind of work. But please enjoy!
“Baby…” Langdon whispers from behind you. His word coming off as a moan. His thrusts are lazy, slowly and messy. It’s been a very idle day. Work wasn’t too crazy for once, he got home early enough to have some fresh dinner and not the reheated leftovers.
You couldn’t be anymore beautiful in his eyes; You’re laying on your side, almost in a fetal position with your legs curled near your chest. His name leaving your plump lips in a whine when the head of his length accidentally slips out of your entrance.
You two just stay like that for a few hours until Langdon can’t take it anymore. His thrusts are now fast and messy and lewd sounding as you both chase your highs.
It doesn’t take long. You come first with a tight stomach and he follows shortly after with a strangled yelp. His hands fist into the sheets of the bed before collapsing next to you.
—
Carefully, with unsteady legs that don’t quite trust you yet, you ease yourself out of the bed. A quiet sigh slips past your lips as you steady yourself—only to be interrupted.
“Where are you going?” Langdon’s voice cuts through the silence, thick with confusion. He rolls over, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes fixed on you as if you’ve just did something absurd.
“Home…?” you reply, brows knitting together as you glance back at him. Where else would you go? The question feels obvious. You turn away again, absentmindedly gathering your things, movements slow and a little clumsy.
“What? We just had—” He stops abruptly, the words catching in his throat as he inhales sharply, like he’s reconsidering what to say. A brief pause hangs between you. “Get back in bed, doll,” he finishes more evenly, though there’s still something insistent underneath.
“Oh.” You hesitate, fingers lingering on your bag before you let it fall back to the floor. Without another word, you climb back into the bed, settling in. This time, you shift until your back rests snugly against his chest, the warmth of him grounding, familiar, and harder to leave than you’d first thought.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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A/N: Guys, this is so disgusting (give me links to similar fics—Tumblr or AO3..)
“Open wide for me, sweetie.” Whitaker whispers oh, so sweetly as you sit on your knees. Tongue stretched out while waiting for the golden liquid to fill your mouth.
“Like this?” You ask, words slightly slurred as you look up towards the man. His left hand is spread out on the wall to keep him leaned up as his other hand is on the base of his semi hard cock. The head pointed to your mouth.
“Mhm, just like that, babygirl…” The pressure against his bladder is unbearable until it finally leaks out from the head.
You desperately try to gulp down everything last drop, but some unfortunately drips down and covers your breasts. He can’t help but tsk at the mess.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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Langdon!who if he wasn’t a doctor, he would have a tongue piercing.
(Follow up) Langdon!with a tongue piercing because he is definitely a pussy muchier.
Langdon!who loves to eat. He will have you spread out on the table, eating you as breakfast, lunch, dinner and for dessert it’s his cock.
Langdon!who will always have a quickie at work or a quick wank—even if an actual ‘emergency’ is happening.
Langdon!who calls you at midnight to come over after his exwife and kids leave to ‘relieve the stress’.
Langdon!who loves having your lipstick stains on the base of his cock.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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TW: Pseudocest. ‘Uncle’!Langdon. Young reader (unspecific age but 18+). Tiny bikini. Sunscreen. Langdon!having a hard on. Clueless!reader. Wank in the bathroom. Icky-ickyyyyy stuff.
Langdon. Your sweet, sweet uncle that’s actually a family friend. But you don’t know any better. You adore him. He’s funny. Crazy in a good way. Plus, he has kids. Tanner and Penny. But they are way younger so you don’t hang out with them much.
You also don’t know any better about how little your bikini covers. Or how everything spills out.
Your feet dig into the hot sand of the beach as you desperately attempt to put lotion onto your back. But failing to do so with soft little huffs of annoyance. “Why aren’t you working—” you whisper to no one honestly. Practically straining your poor shoulders to reach. But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t.
You unknowingly draw the attention of Langdon who has to take a sharp breath and shift his shorts to hide the raging hard on he has going on. The way your full breasts bounce with every movement. Or how the bottoms of your bikini ride into your ass.
“Troubles, doll?” He calls out. Voice rough, thick with holding back the true desire that’s fighting in his chest (and shorts).
You huff once more, your arms dramatically flying down to your sides with a pouty nod. “Help me, Uncle Frankie.” You whine, holding out the bottle of sunscreen.
Langdon hesitates for a moment, glancing over to where your parents are before carefully walking over. Sand between his toes, “turn around for me. Ain’t no good if you’re facing me while I’m trying to get your back.”
You can’t help but giggle and instantly do as told. You shift on your knees and lay down so your back faces up. Your head is hidden in your folded arms.
Langdon squeezes a generous amount into his large, warm hands before massaging it into your back. His hands linger a little too long on your lower back. Close enough to grab a quick squeeze if he wants, but he doesn’t.
But the moment that little moan escapes your lips, he swears he could’ve come in his shorts like a teenage boy. His hands instantly leave you and you move to sit up with a confused expression. “All done.?” You ask. “You didn’t even get any on my shoulders, Uncle Frank...”
“You got it, doll. You’re a big girl.” He snaps back a little too quickly and you just frown as you begin to reluctantly smear it in yourself.
“But I don’t get why you couldn’t have done it yourself. You were already in that general area—” you try to argue.
But Langdon just cuts you off, “you’re a big girl.” His words are short, angry-filled. Then he’s stomping off to have a quick wank in the little bathrooms.
Your name slips off of his tongue with every little grunt that escapes his lips as his hands pump at his cock in fast tugs. It doesn’t take him long to finish into the urinal, especially thinking of you. He quickly wipes himself off and tugs his slowly softening cock back into his shorts. Then he’s walking out to where you’re cluelessly chatting with your father. And he’s instantly hard again at the sight of how pink your nipples look in your sheer bikini.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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Credits: @robinavitchslut omg, thank you for introducing me to the uncle stuff. I love you.
hiii I absolutely loved the seven minutes in heaven blurb and you encouraged me to send a request ^^ would you consider writing reader x langdon who hate each other but go to the same party and play drinking games? whatever you like.. heated truth or dare, never have i ever, seven minutes in heaven.. or a mix of those, where they drink and circle around each other until they finally go all they way with each other🫶🏻
I loved your idea and just got inspired, also the more smutty bit was just on point! Thank you for it💗
Truth or Dare…
TW: Slightly extended but different version of ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’. Drinking. Mentions of Abbot/Mohan, Mateo, Robby, Santos. Brief mention of Langdon’s kids + ex wife + rehab. Reader hates Langdon and vice versa. Reader is called ‘sunshine’. Semi public/alleyway sex. PA piercing.
A/N: No, no—Thank you! I had so much fun writing this! Feel free to send a request/ask whenever:)
This is all of Mateo’s fault. All of it.
He decided to throw this party for who knows why. And you somehow got invited, so you got all dolled up and now find yourself in the middle of a sweaty crowd, a bottle of beer sweating in your hand. The last person you want to see—Langdon—is the one being shoved through the crowd.
You can’t help but scoff and look around for an exit. Your head pounds and your feet ache, a perfect excuse to leave. That is, until you notice a small group of people playing one of your favorite games: truth or dare. What could possibly go wrong with that? You glance toward Langdon to make sure he’s busy before heading over.
You don’t know why you hate Langdon. Maybe it’s because of his past—how he has two kids under five and is divorced. Everyone seemed to welcome him with open arms after the whole rehab thing, but not you. Abbot always gave you shit about it, but you can’t help it. Not to mention, how is his hair perfect all the time—
“Are you joining, sunshine?” A playful voice pulls you out of your temporary haze. Mateo Diaz. You’re just glad it isn’t ER Ken calling you sunshine this time.
“I suppose.” You sigh, taking one last sip of your beer before setting it aside and sitting in the circle, squished between Robinavitch and Santos. “What kind of truth or dare are we playing?” you muse aloud. Your gaze drifts to Abbot’s hand on Mohan’s thigh. You always knew they were a thing.
“Heated,” Mateo bites back with a crooked grin, and you can’t help but groan. Why couldn’t it have been a normal game of truth or dare?
For the next few rounds, you find yourself zoning out, barely paying attention to the stripping bodies or the lewd kisses. “Sunshine! Sunshine! Truth or dare?” Abbot asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Uh… truth?” you hesitate, deciding to go with the safest option, ignoring the disappointed groans.
“Boring…” someone mumbles from the back. You roll your eyes, waiting for Abbot to continue.
“How about… why do you hate Langdon?”
“I don’t hate him!” you stammer a little too quickly. “I just think he’s annoying,” you huff, cheeks reddening—only to freeze when you finally notice Langdon standing behind you.
“Annoying?” Langdon echoes, the word edged with dry amusement. “Funny.” He barely spares the watching group a glance—until someone suggests you two “talk it out.” Then his hand closes around your arm, firm, and he’s pulling you with him, ignoring your stumbling steps and weak protests.
“Let me go!” you snap, stumbling as you try to keep up with Langdon’s grip. The words come out sharper than you intend, breath catching as he pulls you through the door. You only stop when you hit the cool night air.
“What could we possibly have to talk about?” you demand, yanking your arm back. The alleyway is narrow and dim, the noise of the party muffled behind the door. Tucked out of sight, with no one else around, it suddenly feels a little too quiet.
Before you can part your lips again, Langdon is already on you. Lips moving furiously. Hungry. Needy. Your hands push at his shoulder before slowly giving up and returning the kiss.
A small moan coaxes itself out of your mouth as you feel Langdon lifting you up. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist and your back hits a wall. “You need to learn when to shut the hell up.” Langdon growls into your ear.
Words don’t come fast enough apparently as his hands are moving towards to hitch up your skirt. Just enough to pull the cheap pair of panties to the side. His fingers instantly plunging in. Stroking the spongy spot inside.
“Is this why you’re such a brat?” He asks. Rhetorical. “You’re too wet to behave like a normal person?” He continues. His free hand over your mouth to muffle your small cries and whimpers.
Your eyes are wide and you squirm to get away. Then you feel his fingers finally remove, hastily wiping them on your skirt. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, only to let out a scream when you feel his cock stretching you out. The music of the party hides your scream along with his hand.
It’s thick, long and… The head is pierced.
The two metal balls on the head drag through your inner walls with each thrust of Langdon’s hips. Drawling screams and moans from your lips. His voice growls into your ear, whispering filthy nothings. Until…
Your stomach tightens until you can’t hold it anymore. Your release hits you like a harsh wave. Your thighs clench around his hips as you quiver.
He doesn’t take too long to follow. His thrusts are messy and fast until his seed feels your stomach. Warm and deep…
“I’ll meet you back inside.” Langdon finally whispers into your ear. His hands release you and tuck himself back into his jeans. Then he steals your underwear and puts it into his pocket before walking away with a smug smile as if he just won the lottery. Leaving you there to fix yourself.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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I saw that you were wanting to do something with Whitaker. What about boot riding??? 😵💫
Boot Riding…
TW: Boot riding. Slight puppy play (collar, calling reader ‘bad dog’.) Mean!dom!Whitaker. Season two!Whitaker. F!nurse!reader.
A/N: You read my mind <3 I added puppy play btw. Don’t be mad at me!!!
“Disgusting mutt…” Whitaker rumbles from above you as you whimper. The box of his shoe hits against your clit in the right way with every downward grind of your hips.
You been a brat all day at the hospital. Back talking. Rolling eyes. You even shouted at Robby today—on accident, but still. A brat, nonetheless.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be a brat at work. Please…” you desperately beg as you try to grab for his belt. Which in return, he tsks and smacks the fat of your cheek. Red already blooming on the delicate flesh that he kissed so sweetly out in public. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”
Your hands instantly remove themselves and you hide the yelp that wants to escape. Your nails bite into your thighs to prevent yourself from doing anything besides rutting into Whitaker’s shoe.
The rough leather hitting your clit with each rock of your hips. The mewls and soft whines stuck in your collared throat nearly make him want to cave in. Touch you properly—have his cock pound into your cervix. But he doesn’t. Not yet.
You shouldn’t be into this. You know that. But it was so new. So exciting. So different than other experiences you had. Despite the protest in your head, your belly decides to have a different opinion as it tightens. And tightens...
Until you’re finally screaming with the sudden wave of ecstasy that hit you. “Dennis, oh my god— Please.!” You practically sob out as you tremble against his leg.
“Shh, be patient. One more round, my pretty girl. Okay?” Whitaker’s fingers pet and comb through your hair, like one would do with a dog.
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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Melting at the thought of f!reader and Langdon playing seven minutes in heaven at some party the er throw to celebrate the fact it’s still standing after X years. But they are both enemies right? But they end up handsy and spend a little longer in the closest. 🤭
Seven Minutes in Heaven…
TW: Close proximity. Semi public in a storage room. Mentions of Langdon having a PA piercing (🤭🤭). Pussy slapping. Cursing.
A/N: I don’t know what’s happening to me bro. My writing went to shit apparently. Enjoy though!!!
You have no idea why you even agreed to this. Maybe because of the alcohol. Maybe because of the peer pressure from your coworkers. But due to whatever it was, you found yourself locked in a small closet with Langdon. The lightbulb above you both flicker ominously like it’s sensing whats about to happen. Which should be nothing.
You hate Langdon. No, you despise him. It’s everything about him. His stupid ‘know it all’ attitude. His smug smirk. His stupidly handsomely face—
Tonight is a celebration of the hospital’s seventh anniversary of being open. And so with that comes the drinking, the games, drunk flirting. And apparently seven minutes in heaven with the man you hate.
“Get off of me!” You huff out to Langdon as you try to shove at his shoulders. Due to the tight space, he’s right on top of you. Hard muscles pushing into you. You try to ignore it.
“I can’t move, you idiot!” He snaps right back at you in equal frustration while he bats at your hands. “Stop touching me.”
You roll your eyes and try to make yourself smaller in the corner. You take a small sip from the red solo cup with a small wince, “whoever thought vodka and cranberry goes together needs to go back to culinary school to get their taste buds tested.” You grumble before holding your nose and downing the rest.
“For someone who complains so much, you drank it all.” He retorts with a scoff while you toss the empty cup carelessly onto the floor.
“Yeah. Because I’m stuck in here with you! I need something to keep me sane.” You shout.
“Guys! Come on! Stop arguing and do something—” you hear Collins calling from out and that makes you snort under your breath. As if anything were going to happen.
Then you feel it.
A hard bugle against your thigh. You nearly shriek in surprise, “absolutely not—” you tell Langdon with wide eyes. But heat is already spreading throughout your stomach. Dampness paints at your thighs.
“Come on… Minus well. They expect it. Hell, might help whatever the fuck is happening between us.” You just stare up at him as if he’s absolutely insane.
You don’t have any clue what happened. Or how you’re pushed into the wall and Langdon grunting into your ear. Hand over your mouth, muffling the cries from your plump lips. “No more, please.” You whisper. Teeth digging into his palm.
Langdon just ignores you as his forehead hits your shoulder. The head of his cock hits the spongy spot inside of your cunt over and over again. “Your lips keep saying no, yet your gorgeous cunt keeps sucking me in.” He taunts with a dark chuckle. His free hand smacking your over stimulated vagina.
“A-ah… Langdon.!” Crybaby tears leak from your eyes. Body jolting with every stroke of his cock and the piercing on the head dragging along the delicate walls.
“Fuck… You’re so tight. You let anyone else touch you like this?” He whispers. Voice mocking. You quickly shake your head with a weak, “no sir…”
Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes and errors. After all, I am just a girl doing this. Please like, comment, share or follow. None of the photos above are mine. If you would like to be tagged in my next posts, please send an ask or shoot a dm!
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A/N: I did not forget about the seven minutes in heaven fic. I’m just struggling with trying to find the time. So please forgive me and eat this instead. Also, I’m thinking of writing for Whitaker, thoughts?
Robby!who LOVES a little strip of pubic hair you get during waxing.
Robby!who is definitely more soft-dom than hard because his knees.
Perv!Robby who has jerk off in the storage closet once or twice to the thought of you.
Perv!Robby who lets Abbot (or Whitaker) have his turn if he’s too tired. He will just watch. Cock twitching but untouched.
Perv!Mean!Robby who makes you sniff his armpits after a long day.
Dom!Perv!Robby who has a piss kink (you can’t convince me otherwise).
Dom!Robby who pulls at your hair any chance he gets. He just loves the way the silky strands curl into his fist.
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A/N: I’m working on a seven minutes in heaven blob with him! Stay tuned!
“Fuck! We can’t—” Langdon tries to stop you, but you’re already running your tongue on the underside of his cock. “I’m still married!” he chokes out, trying to hide how good that felt. His wife never touches him anymore due to multiple reasons. Work, the kids, other bullshit. (Which you hate. With a body like his, he deserves to be touched and pleased whenever he wants.)
“Married unhappily,” you remind Langdon as you close your lips around the head of his cock, gently sucking and swallowing the salty precum that leaks out with a low hum.
“That doesn’t matter!” he exclaims as his fingers are already curling in the thick strands of your hair, pulling you deeper despite his protests. “Fuck…” he repeats, this time in a rough mumble.
You let out a small sound of surprise before quickly beginning to move your mouth up and down on him. Why even bother with words at this point?
With every flick of your tongue, every hum, every moan that comes from you has Langdon groaning and shuttering until he finally breaks. Both of his hands slam your mouth down until you take all of him. Your nose buried in the coarse hairs at the base as you gulp down every rope of cum that he releases.
“Don’t tell my wife,” he whispers in guilt as he begins softening in your mouth.
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