Idk if you write this but I feel like the world needs more sub Frank Langdon like that boy is whipped for his girl and he just has puppy vibes.
Aka Frank Langdon x semi mean reader
1000%
If you asked him to get down on his knees, that man would in a heartbeat. In fact, you do and he does.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Sub!Frank Langdon x F!Reader. Reader is a mean tease. Hair pulling (its Frank's), dry humping, Frank is whipped for reader.
You'd been straddling his waist, kissing him with your hands tangled in his hair, hips rolling down into his while his large hands gripped you ass when the thought occurred to you. You knew Frank Langdon was down bad for you, knew that he would do anything for you and you wanted nothing more in that moment for him to get down on his knees with his head in between your thighs.
You pulled your lips away from his, taking absolute pleasure in the way he tried chasing after you along with the delicious whimper he gave when you tightened your hold in his hair, preventing him from pulling you back in.
"Why did you stop? Come back." He whined, voice getting slightly higher in pitch at the word 'back'.
You don't say a word as you used his hair to tip his head back into the couch, his hands tightening their hold on your ass as you did so. A shiver worked its way through your body but you pushed it down and ignored it. Instead, you pressed the front of your torso into his chest as you leaned over him, arms resting on the cushion as you bracketed his head so you could look down at him.
He was pretty like this.
His blue eyes were nearly swallowed whole by his pupils, lips parted with soft pants of air, cheeks slightly flushed, and hair a mess. He looked fucked out beneath you despite having only kissed him and rolled your hips against his—clothes hadn't even came off yet—but you loved the sight of him like this, espiecally when it was you who did it to him.
You ghosted you lips across his, noses bumping in the process, but the touch was short lived as you pulled away yet again. You watched as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you relaxed your hold on his strains. One of your hands begun moving down his neck, index finger tracing along his carotid before your hand rested on his chest. He stayed still, waiting for you to something, anything.
"What's the matter baby?" You taunted, fingers gently brushing his scalp in a soothing manner where you'd just gripped his hair, your actions a direct contrast to the mean tone in your voice.
"Please," He pleaded, leaning into you touch.
"Please what? You've got to use your words."
"Please, come back. Please, please kiss me." He begged, his body trembling beneath you.
"I will," You hummed, catching the relief that poured into his facial features, blue eyes fluttering close in anticipation. "But you gotta do something for me first."
omggg can we pleaseee have aftercare with frank langdon,, (nothing explicit unless u wanna add in stuff) but anything really fluffy and sensory pweaseee and thank youuu
after the divorce, frank didn't know that he could feel this way again. when he met you, he wasn't expecting anything. he was like a fish out of a water, but when he met you at the park, you with your dog and him with his kids, it was the first time he didn't feel like he was fucking something up. it didn't take long for him to attach himself to you, and surprisingly you couldn't get enough of him either.
so, no, he didn't expect himself to feel this way so quick; let alone be in someone else's bed. especially not after only four dates.
"god, y'feel so good," he slurs, the exhaustion catching up to his body as he continues to pump in and out of you at a slower pace than the last two rounds. "i could stay right here, inside you, forever," he grunts out, smirking when you whine out his name, yours legs tightening around his waist.
"so close," you whimper, tugging on his hair and pulling him down to kiss you as you rut your hips up to meet his thrusts. you had finally convinced him that he didn't have to move so slow with you, that you were just as invested in this as he was. you finally got him in your bed and you hadn't let him leave since he fell into it.
"yeah, honey?" he coos, his hand slipping between your sweat-slicked bodies, his thumb moving to circle your clit as his mouth catches your moans. his thrusts falter when you clench around him, praying you come first before he does - he's done so well tonight, he can't finish before you during your last round. "come on, give it to me, baby," he begs, not being able to smile when you squeeze your legs around him again, your hips shifting off the bed as you shutter underneath him. he sends out a small prayer when finish, feeling himself let go immediately after in into the condom.
"god, frank," you breathe out, your fingers carding through his hair, not even being bothered by the sweat that's collected along his hairline.
"yeah, god," he mumbles back, peppering kisses along your jaw. "good," he mouths against your skin, his mouth traveling down the length of your neck, "so good. the best."
he smiles when you giggle, biting down his own laugh when you shove him away after his bites into your shoulder.
"be right back," he mumbles, kissing your cheek when you whimper as he pulls out of you. he walks into your bathroom to get a washcloth from your linen closet, wetting it with warm water before he walks back over to clean you up. he massages your thighs, relieving some of the ache and burn in them form the earlier positions. "bathroom," he mumbles against your inner thighs, trailing kisses down the warm skin. "c'mon," he says again when you whine as he extracts himself from you. he takes the brunt of your weight as he shuffles you into your bathroom.
after he gets you to use the bathroom and holds you from behind as you both brush your teeth, he quietly asks if you want to shower and then shuffles you back to your bed when you promise him you'll share on with him in the morning. he dresses you in light clothing before slipping his boxers back on and slipping into bed with you.
"okay?" he whispers, smiling when you shuffle backward closer toward him, your hand finding his to intertwine your fingers with his that rest against your stomach.
"perfect," you whisper back, your eyes closing when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.
"perfect," he agrees, one of his legs moving to nudge between yours so you're both wrapped further into each other.
Perhaps ❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜ with Langdon??
EEK frank w a yapper girlfriend....... CUTEE!! cw: oral (f!receiver) || 18+ only, mdni
follow the white rabbit !
"it was nice, i guess," you sigh as frank leaves a trail of wet kisses down the slope of your neck. you throw your head back against the pillow. "i mean, the food was great and everything. and abbott paid for all four of us!"
"mhm," frank mumbles between the valley of your breasts, moving down down down until he reaches your lower stomach. he hooks his fingers under the elastic of your cotton panties and you kick your legs up in the air so he can get them off for you.
"it's just-- it's a bit weird, isn't it?" you say as frank settles back between your thighs. "i mean he is kind of our boss." he presses a series of open mouthed kisses on the fatty tissue, sinking his teeth on it and making you squeal.
with his fingers, he spreads you open for him, sees the sticky threads of slick stretching along your pussy. "fuck, baby," he licks his lips. his hips grind down on the bed. "always so ready for me, huh?"
he licks a fat strip up your slit, warm tongue drawing circles on your clit and sucking on it gently. you whimper, hands carding through his hair and toes curling.
"i don't know, it's just strange. i mean, samira is my best friend so it was kind of like girls' night, except-- frankie," you whine when he pushes his tongue into your hole, your walls fluttering around the wet muscle.
"y'know," frank mumbles against you, swirling his tongue around. his eyes look for yours. "fucking doesn't usually involve this much talking."
you sink down into the mattress, fingers twirling around frank's hair. "sorry," you say meekly. "i'll be quiet."
his thumbs rub gentle circles on the outside of your thighs. his hot breath makes your hips twitch as he says, "just let me eat my fucking pussy and then you can tell me all your thoughts on our double date, yeah?"
"yeah, okay," you mumble.
you squeal as frank pulls you closer to him, his forearms forcing your legs against your chest as he sloppily makes out with your glistening cunt. his nose bumps against your slick pearl, head shaking between your quivering thighs.
your hips buck up into his face. you almost forget all about your double date with samira and dr. abbott when you remember how relaxed she looked next to him. you don't think you've ever seen her so content.
frank groans against you, the vibrations sending tingles down your spine. "as long as samira is happy, i guess," you say breathlessly.
frank drops his forehead against your thigh with a sigh.
Would u be okay to write a one shot/ fic whatever ur comfortable with for frank (obviously)
Maybe the reader does thigh riding (it’s like I need to read this okay ) and either way with or without panties and frank makes the reader cum like that you can get freakier afterwards as in; either fingers, or mouth maybe even sitting on his face 🫡
If u think who the fuck is this never read my stuff and making this request I had ur fic on my fyp and saw ur authors note ! And thought I might try my luck 😭
╱ INTO THAT (INTO YOU)
pairing frank langdon x fem!reader. content warning mdni, 18+ only. established relationship, smut, thigh riding, implied multiple rounds of sex. reader is female and is referred to by fem terms, does not work at ptmc. word count 1.9k. note GOD BLESS THIGH RIDING! what i would do to ride frank langdon's thigh FUCKKKKKK MY STUPID CHUNGUS LIFE SHIT!!!!!!! anyway i'm normal! thank u for this... i was drooling the whole time writing this lowkey
you've been seeing frank langdon for a while now—two months, you want to say, give or take a week or so. it was a blind date kind of situation; your neighbor and friend, mel, had told you about her coworker, absurdly handsome with bright blue eyes and long dark eyelashes and a nice smile. she said he was a good friend and better doctor.
"he can be a little abrasive sometimes," she'd said over coffee on one of her days off, "but he's really nice!"
you still think that maybe she wasn't outright trying to set you up with this alleged hot doctor she works with, but when she texted you one friday evening and asked you if you wanted to come out and get a drink with her after her shift at work, you'd thought nothing of it. you'd had a rough day at your own job (eight full hours of herding toddlers and dealing with challenging behaviors, the joys of being a daycare teacher), so you'd accepted it easily. the assumption that it would just be mel at the bar, though, was immediately proven wrong when you stepped through the door and saw a gaggle of ptmc employee still decked out in their multicolored scrubs.
the black scrubs you knew specifically belonged to the emergency department where mel worked, as you'd seen her leaving for work in them a million times since you'd moved in next to her. and there she was, blonde braid in tact, talking to a beautiful woman with long, dark curly hair and doe-like eyes, and a man who looked suspiciously like that hot doctor she'd been waxing poetic about to you for a while.
she'd waved you over the moment she spotted you and the rest was history. you'd been introduced to samira first and then frank, and yeah, mel had been right that one night a while back over your twin glasses of red wine while la la land played in the background—he was disgustingly, annoyingly gorgeous.
you'd been smitten from the start, but it was a little harder to gauge his interest because he didn't wear it on his face at all. in your short debrief during the walk to your car (because mel didn't really drive), she told you that she knew you'd like him because she could see it on your face the moment that frank greeted you. she also told you that she was certain that frank liked you too, not from anything specific but she just "had a feeling."
you'd denied her inkling, mostly because you figured nothing would come of this introduction and you'd continue your loveless, sexless journey through life.
a couple weeks later, you'd gotten a text from a random number. it's frank. asked mel for your number. hope that's okay. you told him that it was and he apologized for it because he "usually isn't this forward." then it was off to the races.
by his next day off, you'd planned a date. within the month, you were officially dating.
that was two months ago, you think, but you're not certain. frank says it is two months on the dot, but if you do the real math, he only argues that because two months ago, you went on your first official date, meaning the both of you actively categorized it as a date. your estimation is that you've been together for closer to a month and a half, going off when he explicitly asked you to be his girlfriend.
twenty minutes ago, you were pretty certain that this was going to be your first official fight as a couple because he had been getting kind of snippy about the whole thing. except you'd jammed your index finger into his chest, causing him to collapse back onto your couch very dramatically and drag you with him, his hands on your hips. you'd landed awkwardly on his lap and, sitting nose to nose, you figured the best way to put an end to this whole stupid argument was to kiss him.
you're still kissing him now, one of your knees between his and his thigh settled between yours in kind. his fingers are curling into your sweater at the small of your back, fisting thin, threadbare fabric. your hands drift, unable to settle. they're on his chest, on his cheeks, in his hair. your lungs burn from kissing him for so long, but you're a little too lost in him to come up for the air you know you need. it's not the first time you've made out with your boyfriend (of a month and a half, not two), but it's certainly the first time you're getting closer to home plate than you've ever been.
frank shifts beneath you and his thigh presses up against your core, friction that eases the almost painful ache between your legs. you tense, hiss against his lips, but if he recognizes your reaction, he doesn't make it known.
you give an experimental roll of your hips and it's absolutely blissful, the pressure of his toned thigh against your clit a more than deserved reprieve from the dry spell you've been dealing with since your last boyfriend broke up with you a year and a half ago. it feels so good that you do it again and when you loose a whine directly into his mouth, he finally realizes what's going on.
"are you…?" he breathes, unable to finish his question because your own knee nudges against his crotch and he hisses through his own teeth. his eyes are closed, but you nod and he feels the way your nose brushes along his own, and when he laughs, you feel heat burn up the back of your neck. "shit. don't let me ruin your fun then, baby."
you take his words to heart, rolling your hips a third and then fourth time, playing around with different pressures and speeds until you find a pace that works best for you. frank becomes a willing, active participant in your search for pleasure. his hands unfurl from your sweater and drift down, cupping the curve of your waist and then the swell of your ass, helping to guide each grind of your body when you falter a bit.
"this is so hot," he murmurs to himself at one point when you're working yourself closer to that ledge you've missed so dearly.
"can you shut the fuck up? please?" you bite out. there is a laugh brewing in his chest because you can feel the rumble of it, but it fizzles out into a hiss when your fingernails scratch at the nape of his neck.
"yes, ma'am." the words are breathless, a little far away and heady and content.
you keep at it for a while longer, inching closer and closer towards the most fulfilling orgasm you've had in forever. your knees are starting to ache and you're starting to lose steam, so you let frank take over for the most part, his hands precise and guiding, his thigh lifting to help. every once in a while, you even feel his own hips grind and shift against your knee and part of you is very pleased that you affect him as much as he does you.
heat coils in your belly, like a hot rubber band stretched across your midriff that makes your blood thrum like liquid static under your skin. your breath comes in hot, humid puffs against frank's face, your forehead pressed to his.
"'m close," you hum, eyes squeezing shut as you try to find a more satisfying friction. "fuck, i'm-"
"you're good," he whispers, nudging his nose against yours before he presses his lips to yours, swallowing up every moan, whine, and whimper you let out. "you can do it, baby. whenever you want."
it might be one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to you in the throes of passion. hell, it might be the hottest thing. it does more for you than you have the capacity to consider right now, stoking the fire in the pit of your stomach higher.
you keep at it, the press of his thigh against your clit unyielding as his hands help you along, pulling you tighter and closer, maintaining a steady pace. you know you're about to tumble over that edge when your body starts tightening; your arms wrap a little tighter around his shoulders and your hips start stuttering, and then you're coming with a broken whine. you can feel your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably, but you can't bring yourself to care that much about it when your head swims with your release, blissful and warm.
frank, of course, holds you through it all. he murmurs sweet nothings and praises into your ear as you come down, nosing along your jaw and throat, pressing wet, unfocused kisses to all the exposed skin he manages to find.
"jesus fucking christ," you mumble breathlessly when you finally come back to yourself, blinking fast to reorient yourself in the living room of your apartment as you straighten up in his lap. "that was…"
"hot?" frank finishes for you, hopeful that you won't admonish him this time for the comment.
you're still burning up, but warmth still sparks up your spine at the idea of him finding this hot. you've never indulged in thigh riding before, read about it in books maybe, but never done it. you can't deny that you feel good, that falling apart just from rutting against frank's thigh is fairly sexy, even though you didn't think this would be your first actual sexual experience with him.
"sure…" you say eventually, feeling a little shy.
he laughs then, warm and amused and hopefully enamored. he ducks his head to find your gaze, but when you pointedly close your eyes to avoid it, he leans in to kiss you instead. he breathes in against your skin, a hum rumbling in the back of his throat, and you feel yourself melting a little, letting go of some of your bashfulness.
"you don't gotta be like that," he mumbles against your mouth, his tone sweet and coaxing. his hands slide soothingly over your waist and hips. "i liked it a lot, babe. promise."
you make a quiet noise of acquiescence and you feel frank smile against you before he kisses you again for the nth time tonight. his tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you go loose against him, letting him in without a fight, more than happy to do it. you kiss him back, matching him beat for beat until he drags his mouth along your cheek and jaw and neck, laughing the whole time.
"i think you should let me love on you properly now," he says lowly, tone dripping in pseudo-sweetness as he tucks the words into the hollow of your collarbone. "i'll make it worth your while."
when he looks at you with those baby blues, you know you're absolutely done for. you lead him to your bedroom, giggling the whole time when he swats at your ass or winds his arms around your waist to press you against your wall to kiss you.
it takes you close to five minutes to get to your bedroom, but he eventually follows through on his promise. he makes it worth your while—several times over.
I’ve never seen a single episode of the pitt but I do think that kind autistic woman should fuck the twitchy drug guy who has the eyes of an abandoned shelter dog
No, you're not going crazy, I deleted Conversations. Why? Because I am currently in the process of writing a formula 1 themed romance book... I know, I know, hold your applause 💅I will be using this still as a writing blog so please stick around! (also follow my insta @mags_is_reading)
I can not wait for you guys to meet Théo and Milly xoxo
Yay! You’re back! I hope you’re feeling better <33 can I request a fic where reader and Eddie want to have a date night but no one is available to watch over gremlin- so Dustin volunteers to help out (even if he doesn’t know anything about kids oops) and when Eddie and reader get back home they see Dustin and gremlin both asleep on the couch.
I absolute adore your writing! Thank you so much <333
girl i have something like this in my drafts, lemme dig it up and finish it!
Hey everyone. I’ll be taking a break from my fics for the foreseeable future. My mental health is at an all time low and work is horrific. At the moment I can’t put any energy into my fics. I’ll leave them up and I might be on here occasionally, but I just don’t want another stress of feeling like I need to constantly update. Right now writing is just not fun - which is extra sad because I love writing. I do have an Instagram if you want to keep in contact (mags_is_reading).
i really really really hate this twitter-esque desktop layout. I've put in a support ticket and they'll like "congrats your blog was chosen to test this new thing" like no... not congrats. I hate it.
I'll be posting books I've liked that I've given either 4/5 stars. Feel free to also follow my goodreads, I'd love to connect with more IRL book friends!
An experience that made me feel much more assured in my friendships was at college, a friend and myself were talking about a third friend of ours and how cool and knowledgeable and smart she is and how we feel like we could never be that cool. The next day I was working with a professor on some paper presentations we were about to have and when I came out of the staff room I was informed that these two aforementioned friends were having the same discussion about me. And it turns out we spent a lot of time thinking about our friends who aren't currently in the room and gushing over how cool and smart and talented they are without being able to say all of it to their face.
Your friends secretly love you a lot more than they already express, just like you love them so intensely that saying it all to their faces would sound clumsy to your own ears. It's true though
She’s absolutely right 😭😭 Wattpad fanfics from 2011-2016 💀
but also I’m a trooper and I’ll broaden the horizons of my cooter pop if necessary 🧎🏽♀️😵💫😭😭
But also I had good laugh when the guys in school would be like ‘8 inches’ 😭💀💀 just setting themselves up for a cackle nobody’s taking you seriously in 8th grade by taping 2 colored pencils together!!!!!
My most recent ex was 5 inches and it was the best sex of my life. Ex before that was 8 inches and shit in bed. People aren’t lying when they say “size doesn’t matter, it’s how you use it”
congrats on surviving your nights! do you have any tips for surviving?
tbh I think the biggest tip I have is to keep busy. I hate taking my breaks over night bc it makes me tired. Here's some things that keep me alive
MUSIC - before work listen to the loudest most pop rock/pop punk screaming dancing in the car songs you can! Faves include Jimmy Recard by Drapht and Daytime TV by Dear Seattle
caffeine - I drink one of the 470ml red bull no sugar cans over a few hours and then switch to instant coffee
snacks - sweet biscuits, protein bars, cheese and crackers, maybe a pot of ramen if I'm starving but no big meals
a good book - I've found most of the kindle unlimited books are perfect bc they're no brainers. I finished Sleet Kitten by SJ Tilly (terrible, don't recommend) and Right Man, Right Time by Meghan Quinn (eh it was fine) while at work.
do the night shift tasks - calibrate BSL machines, check the resus trolley, clear out paperwork from folders, restock the med room... all these things are mindless tasks that make you look super helpful and it gives you something to do so you don't fall asleep!
chat shit - obvs if you like who you're working with
do an online course - this is if you're really bored but see if there's any CPD learning you can do online once all your work is done
eat breakfast when you get home, read/watch tv, go to sleep, then eat dinner, have a power nap and do it all again
