Langdon is so daddy coded. Like he’s care giver but also ill fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name kind of daddy
you’re so right, he really is. man is a versatile daddy if you will.
i think Frank takes on a natural roll of caregiving tbh. i think he does it and doesn't even realize it. it’s second nature to him, especially if you don’t work in healthcare.
lots of reminders to eat, and brush your teeth and "did you drink any water today, baby?"
i also don't fully know if he'd be super into being called daddy all the time. ya know? sometimes, when no one’s around and it’s just him and his sweetie? yeah. HOWEVER i think he's more of a Frankie kinda guy so you can use it anywhere and everywhere. but i do heavily think if your brain was just having one of those days, and it came out he'd welcome it with open arms.
he's always touching you. hand on your back while you're walking, holding his arm while you walk, holding his fingers bc man has huge hands, his hand on the back of your neck while you're standing with people so you know he's got you.
knows he can't always be home, so he's gonna make a chore chart basically. it has all your day to day things plus a couple extra, "if you fill this out every day while i'm gone we'll make a big trip to disney alright?"
big on words of encouragement too, if you do something good he is gonna tell you. "thank you for eating lunch, lovie. proud of you."
he’s very soft, but only for you. which is such a drastically dynamic than his coworkers are used to seeing. he never raises his voice, and truthfully, you’ve never seen him mad or even stern. until that dreadful day you slid at work and now you’re sitting in a bed at PTMC with a sweet women you’ve learned was Dr.McKay.
“Hi, i’m Dr. McKay and this is Dr. Santos. I heard you took a fall today? how are we feeling?” and she’s met with nervous eyes, not because you’re nervous to be here but because you’re nervous Franks gonna freak out.
so when the younger doctor is sent off to put in some orders, that’s when you hear him, “Santos, i’m trying here. Now can you please just fucking tell me where the fuck my wife is at!”
you’re not married, not even engaged but he’s been dead set since month 2 and you’ve been wife ever sense.
but he’s so stern and you barely can recognize his voice and that’s why your nervous.
“uh? no patients here with Langdon as a last name so i’m not sure what you’re referring too.” she speaks quick before she’s running back towards your room.
and right behind her, is Frank. soft, sweet, caring Frank.
can u pls make another langtaker x reader smut fic pls ive been dying to read more of it im obsessed w them </3 the one u did was perfect aaa thank u so much
girl i rambled HARD in this im not even sorry
CW: implied roommate!frank, Frank the yapologist, use of daddy (literally just once sorry), big dick Langdon, crying, mentions of belly bulge bc i'm a whore, poorly written smut, not too edited bc we die like men, 18+ mdni
WC: 1.4k
Everything was going wrong. Work was just adding to your hours. It felt like double after double. Your car needs work, and stupid Frank.
Frank's looking more and more appetizing and he shouldn't be. You shouldn't be looking at him like he's a snack that you so desperately want to taste. He was such a fucking distraction, so much so.
Each night dragged on. Your body has been begging for its release, brain panicking over the fact it's Frank's face I'm seeing as my fingers work small circles. It's always so fucking close before im betrayed by your own brain and you just cant find the end.
Frank was meant to be gone all day tomorrow, that had to be the timing you could finally do it. No Frank, no thoughts, no guilt over craving his mouth on yours. Just some music and myself. you can do this.
The room felt hot, your body was beginning to cave in. Everything was so close, it was sitting in the palm of your hand when everything was ripped away, yet again.
"Fuck!" You yelled. Disappointment, anger and the tears building up. Threatening to fall at any moment now. "I just wanna cum. That's all."
The door ripped open before you had any time to process the man in front of me.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why'd you-" his voice cut off as his eyes wandered down my body, stopping right where my hand met my cunt.
"Frank, get out!" The panic was all my body needed as the green light for my tears to fall.
He was standing at the foot of my bed before I knew it, big hands gripped onto my thighs. "I can help, honey. Just gotta ask. Can't stand to see such a pretty baby cry."
Chest felt tighter than usual, your body surely felt his touch at this point. "Frank, what are you- fuck." His fingers rubbing soft circles on my inner thigh.
"Wanna help, that's all. I've heard you so close the last 2 nights. Thought at first you were just edging yourself, ya know? Bein a little mean. But sweetheart, it's okay to ask for help. Let me help, promise you'll feel so good. She's crying out for me, think she knows i'm so close and i'm just leaving her hangin. That's not very nice of me huh?"
Nodding down at the man settled between your thighs, "c'mon angel baby, ask me. I know you want to."
You could feel his breath so close to your core, god and you wanted him so bad, wanted his help more than anything.
"Uh huh, please Frankie? Can you help me?"
His tongue licked a stripe all the way up and pressed a kiss against my clit. "Sweetest cunt i've tasted, jesus." His nose settled against your clit, he inhales a little bit before in and up my folds.
"Oh," you gasp, hands falling to his hair. Legs already threatening to close, but you know you can't. His tongue fucking the tight hole, his nose rubbing gently against your clit. "Mmm, Frank."
He kisses towards, open mouthed, and so wet. He wraps his lips around your clit. His fingers digging into your thighs, forcing your legs up. He sucks, unrelenting, until you whine. And then his tongue flicks at your clit for a few moments before it goes back to fucking you. "Oh my god, fuck. Feels so good," hands gripping his hair, he groans against your cunt. "Holy shit! Fuck, yeah."
He's moving slow with it, savoring every piece of you. Remembering the pattern of your body, memorizing the taste against his tongue. His cheeks pink, eyes closed. And you can't help but wonder of all the opportunities you missed out on him doing this. Of all the times you could’ve been under him. In his bed, your bed, anywhere he’d have you.
You're pulled out of the thoughts when you feel his finger against your hole. His thick, long finger slides in with no resistance. His finger curling up, while his tongue flicks at your clit at a relentless pace.
Grinding against his hand, a yelp leaves your throat. Head thrown back. "Fuck” He groans, “yeah? That the spot, baby?" You rock against his hand, unable to speak. Chasing the high you feel building up in your tummy. "More, please."
He chuckles at you, "you're a greedy thing huh? Wasn’t expecting you to be so demanding." His middle finger slides in, it's a squeeze. Slowing his movements and giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Watching your face turn to comfort, he curls his fingers back up and mumbles against your bud.
"You gonn cum? Feel you squeezin' me. You're so fucking tight. Gonna need to go slow with you, it's gonna feel so good huh? Cmon, give it to me. There she is."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
He stays steady, pace unwavering. Hitting that spongey spot, he brings his mouth back to your clit. Tongue rapidly flicking against it, Frank reaches his arm around your waist holding you against the bed. Nothing but his name falling from your mouth, like he was your god and you were praying to him and him alone.
He's pulling away, letting you catch your breath. "Fuck, can I feel you? Need to feel you."
"Yeah, yeah. Please."
He's shimming his pants off before you finish your sentence. He sees your eyes widen, "know it's big, i'll be slow okay? Your pace, I promise."
Not willing to waste a moment longer, he finds his way back on top of you again, sliding himself in between your folds. His thumb's at your clit again and you shiver, mouth falling open.
"You ready?" he asked softly, dragging his cock against your entrance.
"Uh huh, just, slow."
Your eyes widen as he presses into you. You exhale shakily. "I know," He coos, "you're doing so good. Just relax for me."
"Kiss me, please?"
His forehead presses against yours, his lips hovering over yours. "Here?" He's teasing you, he thrusts forward a little more. Presses his lips onto yours before you have time to speak. Moving his mouth so perfectly. He tastes like a hint of red bull and you, and holy fuck, you could get lost in it if he'd let you.
He pulls his hips back, then slides in. Another inch.. You gasp against him and his tongue slips into your mouth. He moans, feeling you clench down.
"Let me in, baby. Come on. Please. Wanna feel you cum so bad."
You nod at the man, a little lost in your mind. Fuzzy, and hot. Rocking your hips against his, "more, please please. Need to feel more."
He kisses up your neck, "you sure?" he mumbles against your skin.
"Uh huh," your brain is so fuzzy you don't even realize it is coming out. "please, daddy."
"Oh fuck," he pulls out and thrusts back in to the hilt. "can't just say shit like that."
His hips find a pace, in and out. Punching the air out of you with each thrust.
The tears start to swell again, you're so close. So fucking close.
"Hang on," he's pulling out of you and grabbing your calves and folds them as close to your chest as he can before pushing back inside you, setting his pace quickly.
Your cunt squelches around him, his hand going to set on your stomach. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-"
"Shit, sweetheart." He groans, "fuck, you feel me?" he's pushing down on your stomach, "i'm right there baby. Fuck,"
"Cmon let me feel it, shit. You're squeezin my cock so good. doing so good."
He pulls out of you quick, he cums against your pussy.
His breath was unevening, eyes staring at his load dripping down to your bed.
"Fuck, i'm sorry. I know I need to help clean you up, I just can't look away yet." He reached over to his pile of clothes on the floor, fishing out his phone, "can I take a picture, sweetheart? I can't ever forget this. Gonna think about it until I die, swear."
Fuck. Your brain still hazy, "uh huh."
"Gonna take you out, can't ignore it anymore. Stuck with me now. Hope you're okay with that."
