Hello, as someone who has read almost every long frobby (langdon and robby) fic on ao3, I hope after Noah and Patrick called the ship "love story"/"break up scene"/"tantric lovers", more fans emerge. Anyway, here are my fic recommendations for y'all.
Notes: these are the ones I've read so far and didn't feel out of character for me. They're also all long cause I hate short ones. They're also all somewhat post se2. I suggest you read summeris of each fic on ao3 for further info, but I also write sth short about each. Also Frank's divorced in almost all of them.
Favorites:
Hit the ground running (Frank runs, doesn't eat, robby has to do some shit am I right gang)
Wicked game (College professor/student au, somehow still faithful to canon)
Gonna fade away (longest robby langdon fic on ao3 so far, frank has a twin and unfortunately he has SA experience. He's way more fucked up than canon in this one, super angst)
A thousand more to live (Robby fosters baby jane doe. Sweetest thing written out there. It's also robby×langdon, like what else could've I asked for???)
Treat you like I should (I read this a long time ago, so I really cannot say much about it right now, but I read it twice which means it was good right? It's just them developing, fluff really)
The elegy of us (this one is a really complex au. It changes the story soooo much. Lots and lots of sex too like a lot. But what makes this one of my favorites is that it's got a very poetic language that I adore. Even the smut scenes were written poetically. Felt like reading a good book.)
The rest:
Stare ahead (another "Frank's health is super fucked up guys like really". nice reading about him being tortured from time to time :3)
Should I stay or should I go? (Frank wanted to resign, idk not bad)
Gatherd up with dust (oh my god I hate/love this one. Major spoiler: no happy ending, but can't tell whatever the fuck kind of ending it was either :>)
Lady unlucky (soulmates and stuff, cool idea, nice read)
No free hands (Robby is just so fun when parenting I guess, one of those that robby takes care of some kids)
Out here in these woods (Frank is a shape-shifter! He's a wolf. I was skeptical at first but it was written well really.)
Stay away I'm not myself (was fun, robby meets Frank outta nowhere in a 3 day trip lol, more "Robby's health is fucked up guys")
Something for the pain (non-linear soup of everything. Feels very canon implied and the romance starts very late, more "gen" than others, also one of the chapters was about a really cool medical confrence story that I absolutely loved)
Cards down, roll the dice (silly insane vegas marriage idk what to say lmao was good comedy)
P.S: if you wrote/saw something and want to recommend it to me, feel free to do so. I love reading these and commenting on them.
son dennis hatefucking and force breeding his sweet daddy robby because he's so upset that daddy snuck away with frank for 'special time' during their shift when dennis was right there ! ugh robby is allllways picking favorites.... now the baby in his belly is gonna be his and dennis' favorite <3
- cockteau-twins :)
i know this "anon" likes fucked up shit (/pos) so I tried to deliver 🙂↕️🙂↕️
Dennis's dad has always tried to make sure he spends an equal amount of special time with his boys. He says he doesn't want to play favorites, so whenever he has special time with Frank, the next day he'll have special time with Dennis, and so on.
Not playing favorites is also why his dad always makes his boys wear condoms. Sadly, only one of them can get him pregnant first and he doesn't want either of them to feel left out. Soon, though, they won't have to worry about condoms because, at his dad's age, neither of them will be able to get him pregnant much longer.
Despite the fairness of it all, Dennis has always hated when his dad had special time with his older brother. He hates thinking about anyone being inside his dad's hole except him, but it's impossible not to think about when he can always hear his dad moaning down the hall because of his stupid big brother's stupid big cock. The only thing that makes it easier is that his dad always makes sure to snuggle and kiss Dennis the next day even if they don't have special time, which means he never feels too bad for too long.
So Dennis knows it's very unusual when he hasn't gotten any special time with his dad for over a week.
His dad says it's just because their work days have been busy at conflicting times and then they're too tired when they get home.
Dennis tries to believe him, and maybe he would, if his brother hadn't gotten special time with his dad at least 3 times this week already, and maybe even more times that Dennis doesn't know about.
When Dennis tells his dad it's not fair, he just keeps reassuring Dennis that his and Frank's schedules at work have just matched up better. He says it's just a coincidence that they just so happen to always have free time at the same time.
Dennis tells him he needs to stop having special time with Frank then to make sure he keeps things fair, but his dad just pats his shoulder and tells him not to worry about it. He's sure their schedules will line up and they'll have special time soon.
But Dennis sees how his dad and brother look at each other. Like they're each other's whole worlds. His dad used to look at him like that too, but recently it's like he's been trying to keep him at a distance on purpose. He used to touch Dennis all the time too, even at work, but all of a sudden he just… stopped.
Dennis suspects it's because of the last time they really had special time together. He had been fucking into his dad so fast and hard he was seeing stars and his dad was draped around his shoulders, moaning into his ear.
"Fuck, baby, don't stop," his dad had panted. "So good, so fucking good."
Dennis was so overwhelmed he wasn't thinking straight.
That's the only excuse he has for what he said next.
"Fuck, Dad," Dennis had moaned while he pistoned into his dad's hole. "Wanna fuck my come inside you. Wanna get you pregnant."
Dennis knew better. He really did. But his dad's hole felt so good around him that he couldn't have stopped the words that came out of him even if he tried.
He thought his dad would be mad, maybe even stop their special time, but his dad had only moaned louder while his hole clenched around him.
So, Dennis continued.
"Gonna fuck a baby inside you, Dad." Dennis had grunted and thrust faster. "Gonna rip this stupid condom off and knock you up."
His dad had suddenly stopped moving then, but Dennis didn't notice because at the same moment his orgasm slammed through his body and he spilled inside the stupid condom he was wearing. It was only after, when he thought about it, that he realized anything was wrong.
In the days that followed, his dad had started pulling away from him. Fewer smiles, fewer looks, fewer touches. Nowadays, Dennis feels like his dad barely even looks at him, not even the rare times when he lets Dennis inside him.
So he starts to think that maybe his dad doesn't want to have special time with him anymore. Except, when he told his dad this, he just looked hurt and said of course he does. When Dennis tried to ask if he was mad about what he said, his dad said they didn't need to talk about that because everything was fine.
Then, the next day, his dad had special time with Frank again.
So despite his dad's flimsy reassurances, Dennis's suspicions just continue rising, and his patience starts wearing thin.
On their very next shift at work, Dennis sees his dad pulling his brother into a room, both smiling like fools. Dennis is livid. He wants to go over there, ask them what the fuck they think they're doing, but he's wheeling back a new patient and has to finish up first. By the time he can get over there, his brother is already tying off his condom and his dad is a fucked out, apologizing mess.
Dennis seethes and leaves in a huff.
He's grateful, at least, that Frank still used a condom. He's not sure what he would've done if he found out his stupid brother got to put his cock into his dad's hole with nothing in between them. But condom or not, his dad still chose his brother over him again. He couldn't even wait 5 minutes until Dennis was done with a patient. He just had to get his hole filled, and he even didn't care or think about the fact that Dennis might need to have his cock surrounded too.
He stews all shift, barely looking at his dad or brother, even on their cases together. His dad keeps looking at him, but doesn't say anything. Even his stupid brother seems to sense the tension between the three of them, but they all just ignore each other and work in silence as much as possible.
When they finally get home, Dennis has spent all day figuring out what he wants to do about this. He still doesn't say a word to his brother or dad when they get in the door, just goes straight to the kitchen. Thankfully, their family has never been one for pushing communication, so his dad and brother just head upstairs, leaving Dennis to enact his plan in peace.
Dennis listens until he hears both of their doors close upstairs (sleeping separately, he notes with satisfaction) then takes the sleeping aids he'd grabbed from the OTC cart from his pocket. He brews some strongly flavored tea, then he empties the gel capsules into the steaming mug and stirs in a bunch of honey to help hide the taste.
His dad is surprised when he comes into his room to deliver him tea. He looks so handsome sitting up against his headboard — shirtless, with his reading glasses on — that Dennis almost backs out of his plan. Except then his dad avoids looking at him as he walks up to his bed, and then he accepts his tea without so much as a "thank you," and Dennis's resolve strengthens.
Half an hour later, Dennis sneaks down the hall to his dad's room. He listens carefully outside the door, then opens it when he hears his dad's faint snoring.
As Dennis walks up to the bed, he glares down at his dad sleeping peacefully. It wasn't fair that his dad should get to sleep so soundly when Dennis felt like this, but Dennis needed him to be really, truly asleep. Normally, he loved the way his dad manhandled him in bed — casually lifting and tossing him around like he didn't weigh a thing — but that also meant there was no way Dennis could do what he was about to do while his dad was awake.
Dennis tugs off his pajamas then pulls back his dad's covers, and is surprised to find his dad is naked.
Maybe he'd planned on letting Dennis have special time with him tonight? Maybe that was why he was surprised Dennis stopped by his room?
A pang of guilt washes over Dennis, but then he shakes his head. It still doesn't matter, he decides. It's not just about today. His dad keeps choosing Frank over him, when they've already had so much time together and Dennis has had none.
Tonight would just have been a pity fuck. Something just to placate him and shut him up, and Dennis deserves more than that. He deserves an explantion for why his dad is treating him like this. He deserves to have his dad look at him with his soft, loving eyes again. He deserves just as much as everything his stupid big brother gets — no, actually, he deserves even more. His brother has proven he doesn't care at all about Dennis, so why should Dennis care about him? Frank deserves to have nothing, just like Dennis has gotten, and Dennis deserves everything.
Dennis is going to make sure his dad knows that. He wants — no, he needs his dad to know that he should be his and only his.
And he will.
Dennis glances towards the door with a smirk. If Frank went to his room because he thought his dad would be fucking Dennis, then there's no need for him to be quiet about this either.
Dennis climbs over his dad's familiar shape in the darkness, letting his half-hard cock drag over his dad's thighs. It feels so good having the bare skin of his cock against his dad's skin that he nearly comes right then, but he stops himself. He can't get this over with too quickly. It's been so long since he's gotten to touch his dad. He wants to savor this.
He leans down to mouth against his dad's unmoving lips, even holding his jaw open to slip his tongue inside.
Dennis moans. His dad's mouth is so soft and pliant for him, just like his dad apparently wanted him to be. Soft, and quiet, and never talking back. Never saying what he wanted. Just giving his dad what he needed when he needed it. Never having needs of his own.
His dad hums softly in his sleep and Dennis's chest suddenly aches. He misses his dad so much, even though he's right here in front of him. Tears prick at Dennis's eyes. He just wishes his dad would look at him — would see him — the way he seems to always see his stupid brother. He deserves to have those same looks and that same connection that comes so easily between them.
Which is why tonight, Dennis is making sure his dad will be more connected to him than his brother ever will be. Forever.
Dennis reaches down to fist his cock in fast, firm strokes. He licks the fingers of his other hand then slips them down between his dad's thighs and circles his hole.
Normally he'd grab his dad's lube from the nightstand and really get him ready for him, but if his dad can't be bothered to pay attention to his needs then Dennis isn't going to be bothered with his.
A part of Dennis even wants him to be sore for days after this too. So sore that Frank can't even touch him, even if he wanted to.
He liked the idea that his brother wouldn't be able to put his stupid dick anywhere near his dad.
Or near Dennis and his dad's baby.
The thought of his brother being denied while his dad carries a part of Dennis inside him makes Dennis's cock jump. He knows he has to fuck his dad soon, or he'll come before he even gets inside him.
Dennis licks his lips, lines himself up, and pushes inside all at once, groaning loudly when his bare cock breaches his dad's hole for the first time. His dad's wetness and heat pressing around his cock is almost unbearable. Dennis holds still for a moment, trying to adjust to all the overwhelming feelings. He has to make this last. He has to savor it.
Once he feels like he has a handle on his orgasm, Dennis begins to fuck into his dad with fast and eager thrusts — not caring at all how his dad's hole might be feeling. It's freeing and intoxicating, being able to use his dad's body for his pleasure like this. Just like his dad has always used his body for his pleasure, without a care in the world.
As this rush of intoxicating freedom flows through him, Dennis slaps his dad's face and feels a wicked twist in his chest.
"You feel that, Dad?" Dennis smacks his cheek again as his thrusts speed up. "Gonna be real sore tomorrow." He smiles as he considers this. "But maybe I'll just make you some more tea?"
The thought of coming inside his dad's sore hole again has Dennis biting his lip. He braces himself with one hand on his dad's chest and then, on a whim, wraps the other around his dad's throat.
"Maybe I'll do this every night," Dennis pants. Just the thought of getting to do this again makes his cock swell larger. "Fuck. Gotta make sure you're mine, Dad. Gotta make sure I get you pregnant."
Dennis squeezes hard against his dad's carotids until his breathing hitches. For a half second, he debates squeezing harder, keeping his dad choked and craving something only Dennis can give him.
But what Dennis really wants is something else only he can give his dad: their baby.
Reluctantly, he eases up until his dad's breathing returns to normal, then he starts squeezing and releasing again as he huffs and pants over his dad.
"I won't let Frank fuck you when you're pregnant, Dad," Dennis promises, "Won't let him get his stupid come near our baby."
Dennis bites his lip as he slows down his thrusts. The thought Frank being denied his dad's hole for 9 whole months is almost enough to make him come, but he doesn't want this to be over yet.
He minds drifts to Frank down the hall, alone in his room while Dennis gets to his dad all to himself.
Dennis thinks about all the times he's had to listen to Frank fuck his dad, then smiles.
Dennis clears his throat, then moans loudly. "Oh fuck, Daddy!" he shouts, "Your hole's so fucking good!"
Dennis smiles down at his dad's relaxed face. He continues moaning loudly for his brother's benefit, but lowers his voice between his moans so he can tell his dad all about his plans for him.
"Maybe once you have our baby, I'll just get you pregnant again." Dennis squeezes his dad's throat tighter. "Frank won't get to fuck you ever again. You'll be too full of your grandkids."
Dennis moans loudly again as his hips steadily smack against his dad's thighs. He feels his balls draw up, and moans again.
"Maybe our baby will have a hole I can fill too," Dennis muses. He brushes a hand over his dad's stomach, imagining their baby in there. "Maybe I'll get you both pregnant."
Even though his dad is the one losing oxygen from the hand around his throat, Dennis is the one who starts feeling light headed. Giddy, even.
"Or maybe our baby will have a cock and we can both get you pregnant." Dennis thrusts faster as he clenches around his dad's throat. "Yeah, your son and our baby, both filling you up. Making you ours."
His pace is erratic now, rhythm faltering as his need overtakes him.
"Or maybe I'll just put another kid inside you tomorrow, huh?" Dennis pants deliriously. The impossibility of that is a far away thought. All he can see is his need. "I'll just give you another one and another one, every day. Until you're bulging."
Dennis squeezes his dad's stomach with both hands, imagining it huge and round from pumping so much of himself inside.
"Frank won't even be able to find your hole." Dennis's breath hitches as he laughs. His hips are a blur now, slapping painfully hard against his dad's skin. "You're just gonna be too full, Dad. Too full of me."
Fuck. So close, so close…
Dennis's mouth opens wide as he thrusts once, twice, and then shouts as he slams hard inside his dad, shooting up into his hole as far as he can. He shudders as he drives his cock up into him a few more times, trying to shove his come as far up into his dad as he can.
He collapses onto his dad's chest, breathing hard as he continues rutting his hips in needy little motions inside him.
Dennis wants to keep his cock inside him as long as possible, lying to himself that the longer he stays inside, the better chance he has of getting him pregnant. But all too soon the stickiness between their bodies is begins cooling and growing more uncomfortable.
Dennis pulls out of his dad with a sigh. He stares down as his sleeping face, then suddenly remembers one of his dad's favorite things to do to him.
Dennis smiles, then smacks his dad's cheek with the back of his hand.
"Open up, Dad."
He pulls his dad's jaw down and shoves his come-coated cock inside, fucking slow against his dad's placid tongue.
"Yeah, that's it," he says, repeating his dad's words back to him. "Clean me nice and good."
He's spent more than a few hours under his dad's hips, sucking and licking his hole clean. It was only fair his dad do the same.
"Think I can come again, Dad?" Dennis asks. His softening cock gives a meager twitch at the thought and his dad hums in his sleep. "Yeah, Dad? You wanna choke on my come?" Dennis reaches down and fists his cock, leaving just his tip inside his dad's mouth as he works his shaft. "Or should I save my come for your hole?"
He reaches back behind himself and slips his fingers inside his dad's soaking hole, gathering and shoving all his come back inside of him as he thrusts his flaccid cock against his dad's tongue.
When it's clear his cock isn't up for another round, Dennis pulls out of his dad's mouth with resigned sigh.
"Okay, fine." He leans down and presses a wet kiss to his dad's mouth. He slips his tongue inside for a moment to taste himself on his dad's tongue and groans. "I guess we'll just try again tomorrow, Dad."
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thanks for reading!! if you like it you can bookmark it on ao3 <3 <3
Another long shift in the books..just another few more and he would survive a whole week back in the wild sober. He made his rounds and paid his dues, apologizing to everyone for letting them down and his poor decisions. Everyone was gentle about it for the most part, Mel was even excited. which he found adorable. The only person that he really wanted to apologize to kept dodging him, which was frustrating; was Robby. If he was honest, it was the only apology that was the most important to deliver; he let his mentor down and he was genuinely sorry.
Shifting his bag on his shoulder he walked out into the parking lot, ground damp from the rain earlier in the evening. Heading to his car he caught sight of the man by his bike, preparing to leave. It was now or never, so he swallowed and picked up his pace as he called out “Robby!” firmly. He could see the man tense as he closed the distance, turning to face with a sour look on his face. “I need to talk to you.”
“Not right now..” He mumbled, sticking the key into the ignition of the bike, but he was blocked by a hand, Langdon’s to be specific. His eyes looked up to meet his sharply, lips curled in a scowl as he sighed. “You have two minutes to tell me what the fuck you want.”
He was honestly over his behavior. He already felt guilty and bad enough, and returning to work made the anxiety that he now had to deal with skyrocket and honestly it was quite childish; he expected better out of him. Frank took a deep breath, before blowing out and meeting him with a serious face. “I WANTED to apologize for everything. I did let you down, I did let myself down, I abused work resources and I’m sorry okay? There is no excuse, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to apologize.”
“Well that was a waste of your breath, honestly.” He sighed, rubbing his face. He could feel himself getting heated, causing him to make a small fist in his pocket to flex and crack his knuckles, an old habit of his whenever he was uncomfortable. “I’m glad you got the help you need, but it still doesn’t change anything Frank.”
“God Robby I’m not asking for anything to fucking change man, I want to just apologize and say I’m going to do better. You act like because I had moments of weakness like I’m some fucking villain, I don’t expect you to just act like everything is back to normal again.” He was heated at this point, the vein at his temple a bit more prominent with the frustration.
“I’m done with this conversation.”
“Robby you can’t just keep-“
“I said I’m fucking done, move Frank.” His hand was gripping the handle of his bike so hard his knuckles turned white. The Frank went to open his mouth again but the older man wasn’t able to control himself anymore, and with a swift movement Frank was stumbling back from the blow, back up against the brick. A thumb wiping blood from his lip before yet another, at this point he could tell everything pent up was releasing. Frank shoved him back to try and deter anymore use of his fists before he met the mans gaze… was he tearing up slightly?
“You failed me, most importantly I failed you but you should have known better. I can’t fucking believe I was so stupid and blind-“
With luck Frank is able to grip him by his arms, shoving him against his own car as he looked him dead in the eyes. “Shut the fuck up dude. You didn’t fail me, I failed me. You don’t have to blame yourself. I fucked up Robby, not you, not anyone else; me. Stop blaming yourself, I am taking accountability and I know I have to earn yours and others trust back. And that’s something I’m willing to do and be patient with. I deserved every hit you landed, and I’m sorry.”
Robby couldn’t say anything, instead just staring up at the man as he spoke. His head was clouded with the unearthed emotions, and we all know he was never a man to healthily process his feelings. Slowly his tension lessened, and Franks grip did as well, as a heavy sigh left his body as he rubbed his temple. He had a lot to reflect on, especially his own impulsive reactions.
“Drive safe,” Was all Frank said as he rounded around to his car, getting into the passenger seat as Robby rode off into the night. He looked at himself in his rearview mirror and sighed, definitely not the night he expected.
"It's not crazy—"
"I'm not saying it's crazy," Robby cuts him off, finally twisting to look at him. "But Frankie—"
"I haven't smoked since I started," Frank says a little breathlessly, sitting up alongside him. "It's been nearly two months."
That does make Robby pause.
"Really?"
Robby helps Langdon quit smoking, even if he doesn't realize that's what's happening.
My entry for oral fixation for @pittkinktober! I hope you enjoy!
