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Thinking about how he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you can’t even remember who he is, or the fact that you guys used to date.

He’s tried everything to get you to see that you know him. So much so that he’s got you pinned down on the cool concrete from where he cornered you going home. Your hips in his hands, your hands trying to claw away from him.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know me. Please- don’t you remember how this cock feels inside you? Please come on baby-“

Okay but literally after divorce, Frank needs someone who is the total opposite of Abby.

Which is why he goes for sweet pea! reader in the first place. You’re nothing like his ex wife. You’re young, innocent, impressionable, and look at Frank like he’s needed, like you need him. Which you do, and Frank makes sure of it.

When someone at the hospital talks about insurance policies, and sweet pea! reader doesn’t understand (because she’s too young to have her own) Frank is more than happy to step in and help.

“I’ll help sweet pea, I’ve got more experience in it than you do anyway. Insurance is an adult thing”

Or when you confess to him that you haven’t been able to make yourself cum because you can’t angle your fingers in the way the guys do in the porn you watched for research. Frank makes sure he is definitely there to help.

“That’s okay baby, a lot of people have a hard time. Especially little girls like you who have tiny fingers.” He says while he’s fingers are always messing with the waistband of pants.

“My fingers are longer, maybe I can try and see if I can reach the places you can’t?”

And when your thighs start trembling and your eyes rolls into the back of your head, his grin is outright smug.

“I knew you could do it sweet pea, nothing wrong in asking me for help okay? Yeah? Can you say that you’ll use your words from now on?-“

Jack is totally grandpa. He takes me out for ice cream and wipes my lips with his thumb when he notices the vanilla cream lingering on my lips.

“Messy girl” he mumbles with a deep chuckle.

He totally spoils me rotten. I need new shoes? His card is out. I’m out of my favorite lip gloss? He’s holding my hand when we go to Sephora. He doesn’t even flinch when I drag him to Victoria Secret. Saying something along the lines that I need to pick something cute out so I can give him a fashion show later. But the old man has me bouncing on his dick in the seat of his truck because he can’t wait.

Robby is totally dad tho. Much stricter than jack with rules. Robby’s giving me curfews and making sure I’m drinking plenty of water. He has to approve of my friends before I can go out with them, after all I am his sweet girl. I also think he would want to monitor my phone, make sure I’m not watching the dirty stuff Frank and Dennis watch.

And then when I try to go out in something revealing, like the really cute and really short skirt I begged Jack to take me to buy, he’s tugging me over his lap and spanking me until my ass is red with his hand prints.

“Now, you can either change or everyone can see what a bad little girl you are” he says as his glasses slip down his nose. Giving me a tap on my sore ass as I drag myself to change.

Frank is big bro through and through. He’s taller than me, bigger than me, and loves to tease me until I’m pouty and sniffly.

And if Jack and Robby ever have to go somewhere, then Frank is in charge and he definitely abuses his power. Like he’ll make me wear the slutty maid lingerie as I clean my room, but it’s so hard with his hands all over me and then he’s bending me over the bed while I try to make it.

“Look at you baby, such a good girl for listening to your big bro hm? Maybe I should make you clean my room or maybe you can clean my cock after you cum on it” he grins and holds me in place, because big bro is too strong :(

And then Dennis is obviously little bro. He lets me do his makeup, and he likes holding my hand when we go out. He’s always sharing too. I’m thirsty? “Here you go sissy!” Or I’m cold? “You wanna borrow my sweatshirt honey?”

But then there’s time where we just fight. He’ll have eaten the last of my ice cream so I start to bicker with him as I push him. Which causes him to push back. Next thing we know, my face his pushed down into the carpet as he pounds into me from behind.

“Where’s that smart mouth now sissy? Hm? Forgot that I usually win these things?” And he’s so cocky and smug about it because he’s seen how Frank acts, so he’s just trying to copy his big bro when he inevitably pins me down.

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

drabbles

- basic being basic

SAME!!!

Okay but big bro! Frank and little bro! Dennis are wrestling. They tend to do this when one punch lands a little too hard, or a push is a little too rough. Whatever the start may be they are always wrestling (yum)

But sweet pea! reader wants to play with her brother husbands too :( so naturally you jump in to play too!

But when Dennis accidentally twists your arm in a weird way, sweet pea!reader starts to sniffle as tears run down your cheeks. Because the position was uncomfortable and Dennis is just so much stronger than you :(

Dennis immediately pulls back, eyes wide and apologetic, but Frank does a better job at comforting you as he scoops you into his lap.

“Awe sweet pea, are you okay? Yeah? We must’ve forgotten how delicate our girl is hm?” Frank coos over you.

“Denny, why don’t you apologize properly?” Frank maneuvers you in his lap so your back is to his chest and he’s splitting your thighs for the younger boy.

Which of course ends with you being held down on Frank’s lap as Dennis apologizes profusely with his tongue on your wet pussy.

But Frank is thrilled to have babysitter over, especially because his wife has been giving him the cold shoulder, and he’s got so much pent up energy.

So he’s telling babysitter to put the kids to bed early so they can have “playtime”. And babysitter is just so helpful, so she doesn’t mind to fill Abby’s role by getting on her knees for Frank. (Which not that Abby does it anyway, she finds it disgusting.)

“Shit, baby, gonna have to raise your pay when your mouth feels this good.” He says as he pushes your head all the way down.

I think Dennis really needs someone older, wiser, and who understands his life choices. And yes, Robby is a great role model, but he’s more of a father figure. Dennis needs someone who can rough house with him, but also teach him how to please a girl. And I think Frank is the perfect big bro for him.

They watch football together pretty much every time one of their teams is on. They play chicken together in the pool and wrestle any chance they get. (Literally so hot)

And most importantly Frank is here to teach Dennis everything about the female body.

I can most definitely see Dennis watching Frank pound into you, talking them both through it as Frank shows Dennis how to get their girl into subspace.

“You’re gonna wanna hit it riiiight there okay?-“ Frank says as he angles his dick to hit that spot that makes your brain melt.

“Daddy-“ you choke out, eyes glazed over, drool running from the corner of your mouth, your skin flushed and covered in a sheen. Yeah you’re fucked out.

Dennis watches with wide eyes. Phone angling at the pair of you and Frank for note taking purposes.

“Shit sweet pea, you that gone? Huh? Calling Frank daddy-“ Dennis taunts as he angels the camera down to where your pussy clenches around Frank.

“You think she’ll call me daddy?” Dennis’s dick practically jumps at the thought as he looks over to his big brother.

Eeek I’m so glad you like it!!

But you know who uses it when the kids are taking their midday nap? Babysitter! Reader.

Frank goes home early one day, only to find his babysitter outside in the tinniest bikini possible. And of course she’s having trouble with applying sunscreen to her back so she gives up.

:( but Frank’s a doctor so he knows what happens when you don’t apply sunscreen. So he’s outside, ready to help, not because he wants to run his hands down her oiled up body. He’s just helpful!!

“You need help, sweet girl? Gotta apply sunscreen or else you’ll ruin that pretty skin of yours, c’mere let me help you-“

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝

frank langdon x teacher! reader 2.4k

Frank Langdon had faced enough chaos in an emergency department to know that life rarely unfolded according to plan. Trauma pages, crashing patients, impossible diagnoses, those things he understood. Preschool open house? That was entirely different. He found himself standing in front of a cheerful brick building tucked into a quiet Pittsburgh neighborhood, one hand wrapped around a lukewarm coffee that he'd forgotten to drink and the other holding tightly onto Tanner's little hand. Bright chalk drawings covered the sidewalk leading to the entrance, every color imaginable swirling together into flowers, smiling suns, and misshapen dinosaurs that Tanner proudly pointed out as though they belonged in a museum. Parents milled around the playground with practiced ease, balancing conversations while their children darted between slides and climbing structures.

Frank, however, felt strangely out of place. He was still getting used to this version of his life, the one where custody schedules sat in his phone calendar, where he folded impossibly tiny socks in his apartment's laundry room, where every goodbye to Tanner at his ex-wife's house lingered a little longer than he cared to admit.

"Daddy" Tanner whispered, tugging insistently on his fingers. "Do you think they'll have toys?"

Frank looked down at his son, who had managed to dress himself that morning, though his tiny sneakers were on the wrong feet. Frank had noticed halfway through breakfast and decided not to mention it. Tanner had been so proud that it hadn't seemed worth correcting.

"I'd be willing to bet my entire paycheck they have toys."

Tanner's eyes widened. "Your whole paycheck?"

"My whole paycheck."

The little boy giggled, his laughter bright enough to smooth over the nervous knot that had been quietly sitting in Frank's chest since they'd left the apartment.

And you’re cute, in college, young, and think Frank is really good guy.

Next thing you know, he’s home earlier than she is. After watching the kids all day while him and Abby went to work. Now you’re bent over the bed he shares with his wife. Tears of guilt and pleasure streaking down your cheeks as he pounds into you.