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byf: hi! this is a new blog to centre all the pitt posts and reblogs, particularly ship posts and ship works (my actual writing blog is x reader centric!)
this is going to be whitaker and javadi-centric blog. it will be silly and probably ooc but we’re all here to have fun amirite
big big multishipper - please expect that :3
i engage with and write dark/dddne fics
i linked a get-to-know-me in my pen-name but to summarize: im queer (unlabelled sexuality), se-asian (english isn’t my first language), graduated from uni but pursuing grad school so i will be in academia for a while </3
i’m also anti-ai. vehemently opposed to it
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da pitt smau - ongoing series of nonlinear social media au centred on hucklerobby
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works (posted on ao3):
dreaming son; favoured one - 8.3k words; rated e - eventual smut; angst; hucklerobby
tepid to simmer - 3.2k words; rated m - hinted smut; crack; hucklerobby
coming home - 4.7k words; rated e - gratuitous smut; porn with plot; hucklerobby
bite the hand - 2.8k words; rated e - plot what plot; hucklerobby
Frank Langdon has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Porn Experience - 7.2k words; rated e - camboy au (on top of canon verse); hucklerobdon
the ichor from my rib - wip; rated e - angst with a happy ending; hucklerobby/omc
prev reblog making me feral omfg yolanda and emery having a competition to see who victoria calls mommy first. so they do the works: the spoiling, the praises, the punishments and degradation, the pet-names.
so much pet-names—yolanda calls victoria her baby and her princess and her conejita, and she says these with a dip in her voice, affectionate but teasing; emery calls victoria her pretty thing and her sweet girl and her little bird, and she says these like she’s so sure of herself that victoria is hers.
victoria is a shy thing for them, stuttering under the weight of their attention and yet, unknowingly, she wasn’t yielding to the game with how stubborn she is to cling onto their names. the first time that yolanda heard victoria call her dr. garcia in bed, she laughed so hard that she had to take a piss break or else she would’ve leaked on her bed. when she came back, she folded herself on top of victoria, rasping out oh, baby, were you still trying to prove to me that you’re a big girl? victoria’s embarrassment was a sight to behold—all tensed and snappy—and yolanda adored the way this flighty girl started biting back as she rolled her eyes at her and tugged at her hair and demanded yolanda to fuck deeper. what a demanding baby she had in her hands, but yolanda wasn’t complaining. she didn’t even care that victoria had yet to call her anything but a broken keen of garcia because this baby of hers was sweet, her taste lingering in the back of her teeth.
emery was a different experience. victoria was shyer, more docile, and quieter with her. she ducked her gaze away and nibbled on her lips as though emery would kick her out of her apartment if victoria was any louder. c’mon, sweet thing, emery crooned, softly tugging victoria’s lip out from where it was trapped between teeth, no hurting yourself before i could even play with that cute mouth. victoria hiccupped, eyeing her with those adorable eyes that emery decided to change her plans. she heard from yolanda that victoria wanted something overwhelming and debauched but emery decided to tease a different way, curling her tongue so torturously slow to see if this was how she could coax the name from her bird. but all victoria ever sobbed out was a soft, little emy.
it takes a while for yolanda and emery to finally figure out why victoria had yet to slip up—there was a player who they didn’t know was in on the game.
“what?” dana asks, eyeing them both. she’s chewing on a gum, feigning disinterest, but they both could see the smirk that teases the corner of her lips. “you guys’re the late ones, ‘ere. sweetheart’s been calling me that for ages.”
all her bubbling emotions that she has to keep in check at work, even moreso at home, muffling all of her tears in a pillow if she does cry, careful not to be too loud. it balls up in her chest, constricts her lungs, tensing every nerve. robby lets her get it out.
beating at his chest with her fists, futile, screaming how she hates him, she hates him for doing this to her, for making her this, for ever fucking touching her. calling him a pervert, an asshole, a piece of shit. trying to hurt him any way she can. she's sure he lets her because he thinks he deserves it. he does deserve it. she shouldn't have to remind herself of that.
he takes it, her red-faced toddler tantrum, and he's so calm, and it makes it a fucking humiliation ritual. she's so impossibly young, next to him. childish, immature. she shouldn't fucking be here. you're the one that should be saying no to me, she whispers finally as she slumps, face first into his warmth, hiccuping. you're the one that should— should be saying no. you know I won't. you know it. I fu— mm, I fucking hate you, robinavitch. m'gonna tell everyone about you.
I know, bunny, I know, is his reply, crooned softly, arms coming up to wrap her in him. she hates that stupid pet name almost as much as she loves it. you can tell anyone you want to, victoria. you know that. this is all up to you, kiddo.
you know it's not! she would shove away from him if she could find the strength, but it's drained from her now, leaving her weak, twitchy, unwilling to pull away from his embrace. you know it's not, you know I'm not gonna do that. I shouldn't have to be the one that knows better. you should fucking know better. this is your fault.
his breath comes out in a woosh, a heavy sigh, a hand rubbing circles over her back. my smart girl. huh? smartest little girl in the world. he pulls away just enough to slide down to his aching knees with a grunt, big hands coming up to rest on her hips, his brown eyes ever-earnest. but you're dumb for me, aren't you? he whispers, and she should fucking hit him.
poor thing. he kisses at her stomach through her clothes, makes her shiver, and it's embarrassing how easily her body reacts to him. how much she always wants it. maybe if he's a pervert, she's one, too. you like it, though, don't you? being daddy's dumb bunny? getting to cmere to my arms, my bed, throw your little tantrum til you're all tuckered out, let me kiss it better?
his chuckle is low, condescending, and she's... she's trying to hate it, she's really trying. she's starting to fuzz over already, a heartbeat between her legs, beating for him. he's nuzzling against her clothed pussy and making her whimper, hands threading through his short brown hair, trying to find a place to tether.
if she's gonna be stupid enough to keep letting this happen to her, maybe she should just let it feel fucking good.
there you go, little one, ohh, it's okay, he murmurs, reaching up to ease her shorts and panties down, helping her kick them off. his big hands slide back up her bare legs and she gasps, goosebumps erupting on her skin, shuddering at his touch. he grins, places a soft kiss over her mound, teasing and light.
please, she whimpers, and usually she fights back for so much longer. stays a brat until he fucks it out of her, fights him on this every step of the way. but she's tired. it seeps into her bones, makes her eyes glaze with tears. please, daddy, I wa—wanna feel good. m'sorry. m'sorry.
his eyes soften, hands rubbing gently at her thighs, making her feel weak-kneed and wanting. okay, bunny, shh, sh. gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. daddy's gonna make it all better.
he nuzzles back into the space between her legs, and the sear of a hot, wet tongue parting her folds is bliss. she's never this sensitive when she touches herself, never feels anywhere close to the way he makes her feel. every inch of her alight, warm, buzzing with pleasure and need.
he works her over, lapping and suckling at her puffy clit til she's hiccuping cries, fucking his tongue inside her fluttering, dripping hole. he buries himself in her, groaning against her slick, nose grinding against her clit. nnnghh, daddy, please, she sobs, bucks her hips against his face, knowing he loves it. loves when she takes, fucking herself on his face, panting at the perfect, wet heat of his eager mouth.
it embarrassingly doesn't take her long to cum at all, soaking his beard, feeling the scratch of it on her inner thighs as he plunges his tongue back inside of her, licking at her walls for his own pleasure, drinking down her release. she's dizzy when he pulls away, loosens his grip on her enough that she slides to the floor. he's quick to tug her into his familiar lap, sliding a hand under her shirt, petting softly at her stomach. feeling her skin.
yeah, aww, there y'are. daddy kissed it all better, huh? s'that so nice? shh, shh, don't gotta think anymore, bunny. none of that. daddy's dumb little girl.
victoria's pitiful voice stops robby from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from her lips, before he turns and tips his head towards her.
she's trembling, and robby doesn't know if it's because of the cool air or the intensity of her emotions, those that urged her to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.
because it's not that robby wouldn't fuck her—there's nothing more he'd want to do than love her slowly and deeply, caressing her tenderly until she is trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections—but it's that he knew that victoria deserves someone better. robby knows that she deserves more than the world, knows that he can only give her pieces of it but he's selfish. he's a monster wearing a human suit, incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving her up.
because robby knows that victoria deserves better but fuck he doesn't want to let her go.
he moves to speak but victoria beats him to it, her lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of her eyes like molten glass. "you call me over and touch me and tell me that i'm your sweet girl but you– you won't even give me a portion of your attention. you—"
robby's heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of victoria's throat, her face crumpling as she trembles at the intensity of her heartache. it was instant how he moved to her, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes her in his arms, tucking her head underneath his chin and engulfing her in his embrace, hoping that she'd hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for her.
victoria whines like she couldn't decide if she wants his comfort or not and robby freezes, afraid that he's just heightened her bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but she clutches at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go. he follows her silent command and presses close again, his warmth mixing with hers and chasing away the goosebumps that littered her skin.
robby kisses the top of victoria's head, breathing her in. he mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself. victoria loves him, she chose him, and he loves her just as much—sometimes, it is that simple.
words aren't his strongest suit but he tries anyway. "i love you," he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. "i burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet."
victoria tips her head up just enough to catch his gaze and robby croons at her swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on her eyebrows in comfort.
"why not?" she asks, ever so stubborn.
"because i've got to prepare properly," he replies, humming when her eyes widen in surprise. "i want to take my time with you, little one. i need to make your first time good, not just make it as something fast and temporary."
robby watches victoria breathe in shakily.
"would you want that?" he continues amidst her silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. she bites at her bottom lip and nods. he clicks his tongue. "use your words, kiddo. i need to hear it from you."
"yes please," victoria whispers, and robby coos at the broken rumble of her voice, still heavy with doubt. "i— yes. please, daddy. i'd love that."
"me too, sweet girl." robby kisses her forehead, sealing the promise. "i'd love nothing more."
cassie telling victoria who told her that she loved her, “oh honey i- i’m too old for you. god, i can be your mom.” and victoria closes her mouth so hard that her teeth gnash against each other because fuck that’s hot and cassie pauses trying to find the words to soften the blow of her rejection because victoria’s reaction to that is just so… distracting that as she stares at this shaking girl staring up at her with such want she starts thinking about how this could actually work.
cue the mutual tension that surrounds them; there is no official label but they sneak out together, steal private moments, always stepping close into each other’s spaces. cassie even starts getting greedy, choosing victoria to work with her every chance she gets. the favouritism gets so overt that robby has to pull cassie away and awkwardly mention how they need to give others learning opportunities and cassie just laughs it off, hearty and beaming and genuine, and tells robby that she just can’t help it—victoria’s like a daughter to me, you know?
