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Oh my god. So I may or may not have gone down a rabbit hole here. Now I can't tell if this would be accurate....but it's my kryptonite right now. The thought of a normally "take charge" more dominant/"let me get my hands all over you" type guy turning into a begging mess....good lord. I'm kinda stuck in a Frank Langdon phase right now so I'm imagining him in this scenario. I wanna see how you'd write it.
Super appreciated if you think it's worth a write! Either way keep being awesome and feeding the hungry Pitt people!
"until I say so."
f.langdon x f!reader
tags/warnings: frank is divorced in this fic hope that's okay??, obviously this is going to be smutsmutsmut, light dom language, no plot just porn really 🤷
A/N: hey... 🤭 uuuuh so again I apologize anon for leaving you in my drafts for uhm months... but here you go. very very short (bc i wrote this in like 30 mins 🙇) but spicy 🤪😮💨🤤🥵 i changed it up a bit from the first description i wrote bc i wasnt feeling it but hopefully this tickles your taste buds too lol
"You’re mine to ruin. You don't get to come until I say so."
Frank felt like melting through the mattress as the last words left your mouth with a slight hiss. He watched, blinking slowly as your hands make the dirtiest noise on his member. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Your fingers edged him for the fifth time, lightly tapping your slick finger tips on his reddened head. A strangled whine through his teeth and a deep shiver runs through him, making the sheets groan with his tight grip.
"Such a good one. You're doing so well, baby," you coo, adjusting your position on the bed to straddle his hips. Admiring the slowly purpling marks along his chest and neck, you slowly grind yourself on him frome base to tip. Watching his eyes roll back at the feeling of your bare wet folds meeting his dick, you cradle his cheek that had gone a deep pink at his restlessness.
"P-please..."
"Please what? Can’t you handle it, baby?” you grind on him again.
“I can-fuck, I can handle it.”
"Good. Just a little more and I'll take care of you, baby. I promise."
"A-ah. f.... uck!" he pants harder as he feels himself coming close to his climax again. Once his tip bounds for your entrance, he cant help but to cry out your name. Finally giving him his treat, you reach down between your thighs to slide him in. The connection makes you both moan.
"Good. You did good. Now take what you need, baby,"
Frank doesn't hesitate to let his large hands grip the softness of your hips to pump himself upwards to your satisfying heat. The sounds of slick skin slapping in such a fast tempo blending in with your sighs occupy the room.
Feeling your orgasm build up quick, you pull him up to your chest and meet him thrust for thrust with fervor. One hand cradles your head, while the other grips your ass trying to keep you close as you both lose all of your senses. The pressure builds to its peak, making your thighs shake in intense pulses over Frank.
He chokes out a gasp between the crook of your neck, slightly tightening his fist around the base of your head as he spills into you in big bursts. Your toes curl and feel numb at the intense amount of pleasure flowing through your body, feeling him spill out of you as you reach your capacity.
Finally being able to hear your breaths over your own heartbeat, Frank leans back to look at you. His bright blue eyes taking in your face, cupping your cheek in attempts to ground himself back to earth.
lol I was cleaning out my drafts and saw this I AM SO SORRY ANON YOUR ASK GOT LOST IN THE DEEP DARK DEPTHS OF MY DRAFTS 😭 but low-key should I still write it tho? Should it still be for Frank or maybe someone else outside of The Pitt.... 🤔
just the notion that (1) there are more mothers on night shift. which we haven't seen yet; so far most have been men or women without (mentioned) kids and (2) that mothers are less 'wild and woolly' and more boring (3) therefore they are less interesting and a valid reason to not do night shift
like i don't even need a night shift spin off. it's not about that. i'm sure there are many reasons to not do it. i literally couldn't give a shit. i'm just wondering what is going on in his mind where he thinks this is a respectable and good argument. barely a week after mothers day. sure man. you might respect mothers but you don't see them as something interesting or worth watching, clearly
i'm aware that these quotes of his are not all he is as a person. i am also aware that there is a chance i'm blowing it out of proportion. but i feel this way and i'll share it
i know i say this often but i cannot say it loud enough: people who comment on fics, people who reblog posts and engage with fanworks are the people who generate community and without them fandom would be nowhere, so truly thank you for your presence, you make the world go 'round <3
If you can't acknowledge that Noah Wyle is wildly misogynistic at this point, you cannot be reached. You're either being willfully ignorant or you yourself are a misogynist.
if i was a retired nurse and my adult son, who i took care of and raised while being a full time nurse, who grew up and created a medical show, said that he doesn't want to focus on a healthcare crew that has a lot of mothers because it would be 'boring and sedate' i would genuinely crash out
“[...] You know who works mostly night shift? Mothers. Because they like to be free for their kids [and] to be home during the day. So, it’s a lot less wild and woolly, and a lot more boring and sedate than you would think.” - Noah Wyle via this interview
Who is on our night shift that we know of?
Abbot, Shen, Ellis, Toomarian, Henderson, Walsh, Lena, Mateo. As far as I know, none of these characters have ever been mentioned to have children. Abbot is a widower, Lena has ex-husbands, but other than that, I don't believe family relations have been mentioned for the rest of them.
Furthering that though, this is, plain and simple, a very sexist thing to say. He doesn't say parents, he specifically uses mothers, and implies that because it's mothers, there is not as much interesting material. Which, what the fuck?
On our day shift in season two, four of our cast members are parents. Three are mothers. Langdon's a father, and Al-Hashimi, Dana, and McKay are all mothers. None of them are boring. None of them are sedate. All three of those female characters are strong-willed, drive conflict within the story, and actively move the plot forward.
The idea that night shift being mostly mothers and therefore being lame because of that is just gross. It leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. He is proven wrong with his own television show, which just highlights how distasteful of a thing this was to say.
For a show that prides itself on a diverse cast with strong women characters, this is an awful quote to have a creative lead casually giving.
*pops head in*
heyyyyy, happy sunday! I'm absolutely drowning in summer classwork, but inspiration struck and I had to get this out for my lovely friends! thanks for sticking with me and I promise I'll try to keep popping in with short pieces whenever inspiration comes <3
wc: 853
warnings.
SMUT, semi-public sex, use of the nickname "kid" (only at the end), quickie, dirty talk, creampie, reader is not allowed to cum (oop).
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✧ private jet bathroom sex with scott miller. ✧
Bathroom. Now.
It’s a simple enough text, straightforward and without any flourishes. Just like its sender.
Some of the company stakeholders had given you, Javi, Scott and the rest of the team access to a private jet for the trip to Oklahoma for the upcoming chase. It’s nice, really nice, and perhaps most importantly, the bathrooms are private.
At least, to Scott, it was the most important thing. He doesn’t get to see you as much in the off season, except when you come in to the office every now and then, and it’s usually only for a meeting. He has been hungry for you, eager to see you, and now he has his chance.
Plus, who doesn’t want to join the mile high club?
You sigh as you get up and head back to the bathroom. Before you can even pull your phone out to text, the lock clicks, and you look around for a moment before slipping inside.
He’s on you the moment the door is yanked closed and locked again, his hands gripping your hips firmly, mouth latching to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin and you shudder when he lets out a soft grunt into your neck, his hips rolling forward slightly.
“Keep that mouth quiet,” he says huskily. “I know that’s something you struggle with, but practice makes perfect, and you haven’t had to practice in a while.”
You huff.
“And who says I haven’t?”
His face falls and his darkening eyes instantly meet yours in the reflection of the mirror. Clearly he didn’t find that idea amusing or acceptable, and you can tell by the way his fingers dig harder into your hips that you’ll pay for that smartass comment later.
He’s right, of course. You haven’t “practiced” with him in a while, and you didn’t sleep with anyone else on the off-season. How could you, when you have someone like Scott, who has all but ruined mediocre guys for you?
Nothing but the best, as he’d say, though you’d never agree with him out loud.
Your front is suddenly pushed forward against the sink and your hands instinctively land on the mirror to catch yourself. He reaches around to undo your pants with a disturbing lack of effort, and they’re pooled around your ankles seconds later.
His belt is undone and his pants are pulled down just enough to free himself. You watch as he gives himself a few quick, rough strokes, his hips already rocking forward against his hand. The sight has you biting your lip, knowing that he probably hasn’t fucked anyone since last time.
Your eyes widen when he lines up and pushes in without hesitation or warning, punching a gasp from your chest. He lets a soft groan slip from between his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move his hips.
Your mouth opens and he immediately reaches forward, putting his palm over your mouth just as a moan slips out.
“Hush,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me shove my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.”
That makes you moan, and he smirks ever so slightly.
“I should have known you’d like that. Such a dirty girl.”
His hand comes down on your bare ass cheek just as his hips increase their speed twofold. Your eyes widen, then roll back in your head at the feeling.
“Arch your back,” Scott says, putting one hand on your shoulder and holding firmly. “Mmm…good. That’s it.”
Your body jerks back and forth with the rhythm of his hips, and you let out soft sounds against his palm, unable to help yourself. He chuckles breathily when you moan.
“Mmm…”
Scott’s orgasm is close, you can tell, and you go to reach down between your legs…but he stops you.
“Ah ah ah,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege to come.”
Your eyes open and you look back at him through the mirror’s reflection, seeing his smirk widen ever so slightly. He doesn’t say anything, instead increasing his pace until his hips are slamming against your ass.
You try to pull away from his hand, wanting to say something, to beg, but he won’t let you. His cock twitches between your walls and you let out a cry of frustration as he presses his hips flush against your ass with a choked groan.
He sighs, head tipping back as he rides out his high. You squirm beneath him, trying to get some friction to save your dying orgasm, and he just laughs breathily.
Scott pulls out and tugs his pants back up, buckling his belt. You’re still catching your breath, but you turn around to look at him properly.
“Scott…p-please…”
He chuckles, giving your head a little pat.
“Maybe this’ll teach you not to be a little smartass before I fuck you,” he says, smacking your ass one more time. “Take it easy, kid.“
You huff and quickly pull your pants back up, watching as he walks out of the small plane bathroom as if nothing happened.
Fuck…
You already can’t wait until next time.
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