it guy frank, stalking, no need to read the other part but it's here, sexual content, frank is a real weirdo here, the premiere is mel's as in she's his new fave porn star @kingdonmicrofic @kingdonmacrofic
Looking back, Frank didnāt even need to try that hard.
He remembers that first time they had met vividly, mostly because Mel was the most gorgeous woman heād ever seen in real life. He also remembers the way she stuttered, and how red her face got as he explained what he would do with her computer and when she can pick it up tomorrow morning.
And if thereās one thing heās good at, itās recognizing a pattern.
Mel came in because she was missing a key, or she was messing around with a zip file, or she had another harmless virus. She called sometimes too, and he talked her through it, his cock hard in his jeans.
He took a risk during the most recent call. He emailed her a program and had her install and run it. It allowed Frank to click around on her laptop as if it were his own. The thrill of it gave him goosebumps and after clearing the virus and making sure everything was running good, he barely lasted a second once he hung up before he was taking himself out of his pants.
Often, he liked to check in and turn the webcam on. Most days, Mel was studying, her cute eyebrows furrowed as she typed and read and deleted and read. Sometimes, she was playing browser games, tongue between her lips as she clicked around. If she noticed her webcam was ever on, she never showed it.
He likes to look through her documents, because sheās so smart. He could spend hours reading papers sheās written. She has a small folder of family photos, and baby photos. Her and another girl, a sister he assumes correctly. His favorite pastime recently has been looking through her browser history.Ā
Wikipedia articles, neocities sites, vintage mugs on ebay, and Canvas make up most of it at first look.
Blonde Schoolgirl BRED by Hung Ta, Virgin SURPRISED by Nerdy Best Friend, Girl next door corrupted by loser scumbag, and XXX-tra credit! Blonde slut gets the good grade are a few scrolls down.Ā
He feels his face flush red as he clicks on those ones. Heās serious when he says heās never watched porn, his imagination and animated girls has always been enough for him. It might be more appealing to him now, he thinks as he sees the actors. Petite blondes being fucked roughly by dark haired guys with glasses.Ā
When he opens the webcam, he thanks a God he doesnāt believe in because what the fuck.
Mel, sweet Mel, good girl Mel, is on his screen, rubbing her soaking cunt (he can see her wet fucking panties in the shitty webcam) on a bunny plushie. Sheās whining into the sheets, her hands clenching and unclenching in the blankets, his poor baby is crying as her hips stutter against the fabric.
Frank wishes he was there, pressing his cock into her. Sheās so goddamn tiny, he knows heād have to stretch her wide just to fit him inside of her, but sheād probably enjoy the pain.
He watches, open mouth, and palming his cock as she rubs to completion, coming with a stream of please please please please out of her mouth, Frank.
Hissing as he takes himself out of his boxers, he wonders if she cries every time she masturbates, how many times sheās come saying his name, wonders what sheād do if he showed up right then to give her what she wanted-
for @kingdonmicrofic day 23: milestone | 497 words | ao3
"Mel? What's wrong?" Frank's voice came from behind her and she quickly wiped away her tears, pretending like he hadn't just found her crying in the backyard.
"I'm fine," she replied, not convincingly at all.
"Well, you're crying at your party so clearly you're not." She felt more tears threatening to spill and shrugged her shoulders. "Come on, Mel. It's me." Frank sat down beside her and knocked her shoulder playfully.
She purposefully didn't look at him as she spoke, "Why did you bring her?"
"Abby?"
"You've been away at college for so long and you never visit. I didn't even know you were coming and then you show up with your girlfriend," she blurted out, hiccuping at the end.
Frank sighed and gathered her into a hug, her tears soaking his shirt. "I'm sorry, Melly. I know I shouldn't have brought Abby. She just really wanted to come when I told her I was going home for a bit."
"It's my 18th birthday and all I wanted to do was see you. But I've had to watch you pay attention to her all night. It isn't fair," she confessed.
Frank pulled away from her so he could stare into her eyes. "Oh, Mel. I'm sorry." He wiped away her tears and she started crying all over again because he'd been so distant during dinner and now he was back to being the Frank she knew. "You'll always be my girl. You mean everything to me and you always come first," he insisted. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, giving her one of those boyish Frank Langdon grins. "So, what can we do to get your birthday back on track?"
Mel looked off to the side, suddenly shy. "Did you bring me a present?"
Frank laughed. "What kind of birthday party guest would I be without one?" He gathered her up into his arms and arranged her onto his lap, tickling her. "Yes, of course, I brought you a gift."
"Can I open it?"
Frank pulled out something from his jacket pocket. "Anything the birthday girl wants, she gets."
She carefully unwrapped the small box and pulled out a necklace. He gently took it from her hands so he could put it on her; as soon as it laid on her chest, she reached up to clutch it.
"It's beautiful, Frank. I love it. Thank you," she said in awe. No one had ever given her jewelry before. Her parents had always opted for more practical gifts.
"A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl," he pointed out. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a bone-crushing hug and he clutched her just as tightly to him. When she pulled back, he slowly leaned forward as if he were giving her time to move away and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It was over before she knew it; she watched him with wide eyes as he smiled fondly at her. "Happy birthday Mel."
@kingdonmicrofic day 22: connect 387/257. cw: slightly implied infidelity and lying. context: kingdon as co-dependant university besties
āAnd itās not you! I swear, itās meā No! Itās not a line, I justā I feel like weāre not on the same frequency anymore and I donāt feel like weāre really connectingā"
Mel watches as Frank winces and pulls away the phone from his ear, the shouts from the angry now ex-girlfriend blaring through, whatever she was saying was incomprehensible to her own ear except the fact that Gracey-Pacey-or-whoever had introduced themselves to her as a Proud Sagittarius was maaaad.
āDid that make you feel better?ā Frank says snidely, more shouts come through the phone speaker, as he sighed, still pacing around the room, occasionally, patting her on the arm so sheād look up and see him roll his eyes exaggeratedly.
She laid on her side in Frankās messy bed, wearing only his shirt, pretending to comb through their Pharmacology notes together like as if she could actually pay attention to the words in front of her and not the breakup occurring at the exact same time.
It seems to her the call if winding down when suddenly Frank freezes in place near his door, his posture tensing completely in a second. Mel is about to ask whatās wrong when she hears him speak into the microphone.
āMelās my best friend. Do you even hear yourself? Iām done.ā
And hangs up, throwing his phone roughly onto his desk chair
It takes both of them a moment, for Frankās body to loosen slightly again, as his hands run through his hair stressed. Itās only when Frank turns around, loudly blowing out all of his air in his lungs as he heads towards her that she realizes she hasnāt moved in several minutes.
āWell, Iām a free man now.ā Frank says, laying in front of her on the bed, setting her notes aside his hand stretching out to touch her uncovered thigh, Mel does the same, awkwardly shimmying towards him and placing her hands on his chest.
āAre you?ā Mel asks, slowly shifting her arms to wrap around his neck
āYouāre right,ā Frank says, leaning up and putting weight on his forearms as he begins to eclipse her body with his own, āIāve always been yours.ā He whispers, ghosting his lips around her own, before she rises up and kisses him, pulling him fully on top of her.
I headcanon that Kingdon is into rough fucking because Mel loves and needs it. Because when Langdon's pushing Mel's face into the bed, pouding into her so hard that she screams with every thrust, that's all there is in the world. It overwhelmes every sense, and no matter what sensation has been bothering her, what has been worrying her, it all disappears when it's just his hard cock punding into her, his hand wrapped around her throat, his voice telling him what a good little fucktoy she is. Nothing in the world can bother her, because she exists just for Langdon to dump his cum into ā¤ļø
me too :) she likes when all she can think and feel is FRANK ! she spends so much time worrying abt other people and never thinking of herself he knows just how to get her to let go. all she wants is to be his because being his feels better than anything sheās ever felt before he pays attention to her and talks to her and loves her and touches her and wants HER to feel good and feel heard and understood and he does that with his dick :)
I was reading an article about how every conversation is being recorded nowadays and it was very unsettling but I felt better after thinking about IT guy Langdon recording every interaction between himself and Mel
IT GUY LANGDON I LOVE YOU
he records the first phone call and tells her its for "training purposes" but no one else is getting access to those files but him. and he records each time she calls afterwards, but he doesn't tell her :) she has to download some software so he can take control of her cursor and look at her laptop, and after he starts clicking around in there, she sees the light next to her webcam go off. when mel asks about it he says oh don't worry about that :) but the videos of her are going in his hard drive too
langdonmel sex isn't cheating cause she's like his long lost sister so she actually already belonged to him since the day she was born #mytruth
he actually belonged to mel first, he just didn't know it. that's his sister for realllll which makes it not cheating because they're actually just extensions of each other in a fun incesty way
anybody else up thinking about fujo lowk genderfucked mel who makes frank do anal constantly so she can fantasize about being his uke
weird about gender mellllll. oh she makes him call her good boy and say that her ass takes him so well like it was made to do it. she gets gender euphoria when he calls her big dog
sexual content, porn mentions, thank u @dad-inside for coming up w the porn title, masturbation, tech stuff sorry if it's inaccurate i've never gotten a virus, based on this @kingdonmicrofic
The first time was seriously an accident. It was when she moved to Pittsburgh for medical school. Her backpack was open in the backseat, her laptop inside, the car in front of her had stopped suddenly, and she hit her brakes hard, causing her backpack and everything in it to slam forward. The screen had cracked and sheād gone to the nearest electronic store.
There was a dark haired, glasses wearing guy working the counter.
Mel has had crushes before, nothing like the movies. Frank makes her stutter out an explanation, her face burning as he takes her laptop away from her. She watches his hands, big palms and long fingers, assess the damage before he tells her heāll have it ready for her in the morning.
Her mind had caught onto the for her part, fixating on it until she had to tell herself that he probably said that to all of his customers.
There have been numerous visits and calls to the electronics store since that first time.
One time, sheād accidentally downloaded a huge amount of individual files from a zip file and her computer stalled for a good hour. Sheād sat on a spinny chair in the store, watching him work on her computer, his thick brows furrowed. Her brain had practically short circuited when he pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes.
Other timesā¦ werenāt exactly an accident. One night, when it was late and sheād felt needy, sheād opened up one of her bookmarked tabs. Blonde Schoolgirl gets BRED by Hung TA it was titled, embarrassingly. She never used to watch porn, but Frank had gotten into her system, in a digital and physical sense, and she needed an outlet. Sheād scoured the sites she liked, looking for a particular brand of videos. Glasses wearing dark haired guys, blue eyes and thick eyebrows werenāt a requirement, but she preferred it. She didnāt like the male sub stuff, immediately clicking out of the video if there was any. She liked breeding kink and cnc and teacher/student role play. She found plenty of audios on reddit, too.
During one of these nights, with her hand between her thighs, depraved things on her screen, a pop up would appear. Every time, sheād groan and click out before it can load. This time, she pauses, the Frank porn star lookalike still in the forefront of her mind and she lets it load, watching as something appears in her downloads bar.
She thinks about the look Frank would have when she comes into the store again, his eyes dark, voice low as he tells her how to take care of her computer. She thinks about telling him exactly how she got this certain virus, what he would look like then. She thinks about calling, Frank sending her a link so he could take over her computer remotely, working his magic in her files, how they would truly connect then, and comes.
Petplay langdonmel except itās Mel combing thru every inch of Frankās fur body hair bc sheās worried about her puppy getting ticks or fleas :( his previous owner took really bad care of him so she has to be extra vigilant with washing and combing him out!! Frank would legit be laying on his back just basking in the attention #detailspecialist
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