girlfailure

i like the pitt but in a perverted way

[sadistrobinavitch]

intro post!!!

24 (she/her)

i’m literally just a girl that’s hyperfixated on hbo medical drama the pitt. unfortunately need all of them to have hardcore bdsm sex with each other. this blog is dedicated to that. enjoy :)

spiritually invested in kingdon. but also very horny for old man michael robinavitch.

my ao3. all my nsfw writing on this account is tagged #my writing.

this is a sideblog. my main is luckylush

[queer-reader-07]

I wanna present you with ocd Michael who gets jack to use flogs, or spanking, or thuddy instruments to take the thoughts from him, to finally empty his mind and leave no doubt at all that his daddy loves and cares for him, that he doesnt have to be bad or good in this space, he doesnt have to be anything but *jacks* right now

Robby seeking it out every time he feels such intense guilt over the hospital, or how things ended with heather, when he cycles the drain about every bad situation and Jack delivering him floating peace in his lap afterwards with super gentle aftercare

dude omg this is so good. like robby only knows how to calm down through pain and jack who likely has a very complex relationship to pain but will willingly give this to robby if it means he doesn't seek out pain in a more dangerous or uncontrolled way. ugh so good i had so much fun with this one!!

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It was going to be one of those nights, Jack could tell the moment Robby walked through the door. The way Robby didn't say hi, the way he went straight to the bedroom to shower and change without stopping for a kiss from Jack first, the way his bag thumped onto the floor like it had simply slipped off his fingers. One of those nights where he didn't think he deserved softness, where he couldn't so much as bear it, not right now. Not immediately.

Jack could wait. He would wait. His boy would tell him what he needs. These nights were the only times he could voice what he needed.

Jack felt his phone buzz twenty minutes later.

Michael: Bedroom?

Jack: Be right there❤️

Jack walked down the hall to their bedroom, pausing just outside the door to take a deep breath. He knew what Robby was going to ask for, and he knew he could give it to him, he only wished days like this were fewer and farther between.

He opened the door gently and walked toward the bed as quietly as he could while on crutches. Robby was sitting against the headboard, dressed in nothing but his boxers, his head hanging low, eyes trained on his lap.

When Jack reached the bed he climbed on next to Robby, leaned his crutches against the wall, and turned to face the other man.

Jack grabbed one of Robby's hands, brushing his thumb along the skin in a soothing motion (more for himself than Robby if he was honest with himself), "What do you need tonight, Mikey?" Jack asked softly.

"I need to forget. I- I let too many people die today, wasn't good enough. Wasn't quick enough. Wasn't-" Robby rasped out, cutting himself off, like the words were painful to let out.

"What can I do to help you forget?" Jack probed. He wanted to tell Robby that he didn't let anyone die, that he was a wonderfully capable doctor, that sometimes you just can't save them all. But that isn't what he needed to hear right now. And really, Robby knew those things, intellectually at least. This wasn't about self worth or esteem, this was about the thoughts that plagued his boy's mind, the ones seemingly only Jack could get to quiet.

"Need to hurt," Robby said with conviction. This was the one thing Jack rarely had to push out of Robby. He tried not to think about the implications too much.

"What do you want me to use?" Jack asked. Sometimes Robby wanted to be held close and spanked, sometimes he wanted the flogger, other times one of the paddles. Jack didn't have a preference, whatever his boy needed is what his boy got.

Robby was quiet for a moment, still not looking at Jack, before he quietly breathed out a response, "Paddle. Then... then hands."

"Which paddle?" Jack asked. Robby's face twisted, his brows furrowed. "Do you want Daddy to pick?"

Robby nodded at that, "Please."

Jack squeezed the hand he was still holding, "Whatever you need, Mikey. Bring me the box and I'll pick one out," he instructed gently.

He watched as Robby stood and shuffled to the end of the bed, opening the storage ottoman and pulling out an inconspicuous wooden box.

"Good boy, Mikey," Jack praised as Robby sat back down and handed Jack the box. He rifled through its contents, eventually settling on their long wooden paddle. Something he could use while Robby laid on his stomach, away from Jack, before he pulled him over his lap to finish with his hands.

Jack set the box down on the floor and turned back to Robby, "Lay on your stomach for me, pillow under your hips. Boxers on for now," he instructed.

Robby grabbed his pillow, shoved it under his hips so his ass was presented for Jack, and laid down, head resting on folded arms.

"Perfect, always so good for me," Jack praised.

Robby whined at that, eyes screwed shut as he shook his head.

"Ah-ah, none of that Mikey. You just listen to what Daddy tells you, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby mumbled.

"Good," Jack said, "We'll do five with your boxers on, 15 off, and then you'll get my hand," Jack explained. He waited for a nod from Robby before he began, swinging the paddle down squarely across Robby's ass. "You have so many thoughts buzzing through that head of yours all the time, Mikey. Telling you you're bad, that you should've been better. And you know what I think of that?" Jack asked as he landed the second hit.

"Hmm?" Robby whined, he never spoke much once they got started. Jack liked it that way.

"I think those thoughts need to be quieted. I think you just need a reminder that it doesn't matter if you're bad or good, because you're mine," Jack continued, landing the third and fourth swats. "You belong to Daddy, and he isn't a fan of what your brain likes to tell you." Jack landed the fifth hit, right on Robby's sit spots.

Robby whimpered, hands already moving to push his boxers off.

"Eager for it, huh?" Jack said with a small smile as he helped Robby out of his underwear.

Jack delivered the following hits methodically, spreading them across Robby's ass and thighs; admiring the way his skin bloomed an even shade of red. It wasn't so much that Jack enjoyed hurting Robby, but rather that he enjoyed how Robby trusted Jack to hurt him. There was an odd sense of pride in Jack's chest every time Robby asked for this. It meant that Robby wasn't afraid of falling apart with Jack, that he trusted that the pieces would be taken apart and put back together with no judgement. Jack understood that little else was ever able to quiet his boy's mind, so he would happily take on this responsibility if it meant Robby gets to experience a few moments of peace. It hurt his heart how often Robby needed this, if he could rid his boy's mind of those thoughts for eternity he'd do it in a heartbeat. But he would never stop giving this to Robby. So long as he needs it, Jack would provide.

"Last one, baby," Jack said softly before landing the final hit of the paddle across Robby's upper thighs.

Jack tossed the paddle onto the floor next to the box he'd discarded there earlier and then moved to sit against the headboard. "Over my lap now, Mikey," Jack instructed.

Robby took in a breath before moving, wincing as his ass rubbed against the comforter when he rolled off his pillow. He crawled over to Jack, depositing himself across the other man's thighs. He folded the arm closest to Jack's body in front of him, laying his head on it and folded the other behind his back. A silent plea for Jack to hold him, to tether him.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand without hesitation, squeezing it in his own. "You tell me when it's enough, okay? Can you do that for me, Mikey?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby breathed out, squeezing Jack's hand in response.

Jack began spanking Robby, starting on the meat of his ass. Hard, intentional swats that Robby would feel for a few days. So, at least for a while, when the guilt crept back in Robby would still feel Jack; the reminders of who he belonged to. Reminders of who and what truly mattered at the end of the day.

Robby let out small whines as Jack spanked him, occasionally groaning if Jack hit a particularly sore spot. But he hadn't ended it yet, so Jack continued.

He moved to Robby's thighs, spreading Robby's legs apart so he could get to the skin in between. That's when the crying picked up. Slow, fat tears running down Robby's cheeks. Jack hated to see Robby cry, but he knew this meant catharsis.

A few minutes later, Jack heard the word.

"Done. 'M done, Daddy," Robby rasped out, his throat sore from crying.

Jack immediately stopped. He let go of Robby's hand, only to gather his boy up entirely. Jack shifted them until he was laying flat on his back with Robby on top of him, chest to chest, Robby's face nestled into the junction of the other man's neck and shoulders.

"You took it so well, baby," Jack cooed, his hands rubbing circles into Robby's back. "Daddy's proud of you. Asking for what you needed, not hiding from me."

"Thank you, Daddy," Robby sobbed into Jack's neck.

"Shh, you're okay, baby. I'll always give you what you need," Jack soothed. "Is my boy's head a little quieter now?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

"Mhm," Robby mumbled. "'S better... nicer. Just Daddy, only Daddy."

Jack smiled at that, "Yeah baby, just Daddy. Daddy and his boy." He hugged Robby tightly, pressing them as close as possible, reveling in the content sigh Robby let out as his shoulders finally relaxed.

After a few minutes, Jack gently shifted Robby off his body and laid him down on the bed. "Ready for lotion, Mikey?" When Robby nodded, Jack reached for the lotion they kept on the nightstand and began to massage it into Robby's red, sore skin.

When Jack finished with the lotion, he laid down next to Robby so he could see his face, "Hey, Mikey," Jack smiled, a hand coming up to caress his cheek. "I want you to eat something. Do you want to wait here for Daddy or come with me to the kitchen?"

"Kitchen," Robby said quietly, already moving to sit up.

"Patient, Mikey," Jack chastised gently, "I'm gonna put my leg on and then I'll get clothes for you."

Jack attached his prosthesis, he hadn't worn it all day so it was still where he'd left it by the bed after his last shift. He went to the closet and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for Robby as well as one of his own sweaters, oversized and soft from years of wear.

He went back to the bedroom and helped Robby dress. He winced slightly as the fabric of the boxers came into contact with his ass and thighs, but Jack knew better than to ask if he was okay. Robby would always say yes, because he wanted this, needed this. Once the sweater was on Robby wrapped his arms around his own torso, "Daddy's?"

"Yeah, baby, I know you love that one," Jack said with a smile, leaning in to give Robby a kiss. "Been wanting to do that all day," he said when he pulled back. "C'mon, let's go get some food," Jack said, reaching out his left hand for Robby to hold.

They made their way to the kitchen where Jack opened the fridge. "Let's see," Jack said, using his free hand to look through the containers, "We have some leftover pasta, how does that sound, baby?"

"Good, Daddy," Robby said quietly.

Jack squeezed his hand encouragingly and took the container from the fridge. Jack managed to plate it and heat it up one handed, not wanting to let go of Robby's hand unless he absolutely had to.

They sat at the kitchen table together, Robby pressed into Jack's side, still clutching his left hand, as Jack fed Robby slow, small bites. Eating was hard on days like this, but Robby tried his best, he wanted to make Jack proud.

"You're doing great, Mikey, just a couple more bites and then we can go back to bed," Jack praised.

Robby finished eating and Jack simply deposited the dishes in the sink (he could deal with them tomorrow). They went back to their room, Jack helped Robby brush his teeth, and then they were curled back in bed together.

Jack sat against the headboard, legs spread to leave room for Robby who was lying against his chest. Robby has his arms wrapped around one of Jack's and his head tucked under his Daddy's chin.

"Jackie? Can you read to me?" Robby asked quietly after a few minutes of content silence.

"Of course, baby," Jack said, kissing the top of Robby's head before reaching for the e-reader they kept on the side table. Jack only really got to do this on nights like these. Robby usually preferred to read on his own, would actually read to Jack more often than Jack read to him. But days like these, all Robby wanted was to hear Jack's voice.

Jack began reading and Robby relaxed even further into his hold. These were the moments he wanted to remember most, to hold onto. The nights where it was just him and Jack, where his thoughts didn't escape beyond their bed, with the two of them in it. His mind could quiet down like this, even if just for a few hours.

[drmelbows]

aaaaahhhh!!!!

[thepittrat]

really obsessed with mel calling frank frankie and frank calling mel melly

[sadistrobinavitch]

put me in a movie

mel king x frank langdon, 2.8k words, explicit

read on ao3

He climbs up her small body, swooping his strong arm behind her back. She yelps, arching her body as Frank lays his heavy cock over her belly. She squirms when he presses his balls against her pussy lips, rolling over her puffy clit. “Look at that, Mellie.”

This is her favorite part, staring at his length sitting on top of her mousy pubes, following her faint happy trail up to her belly button. The tip of his dick hovers over her naval, filling it up with clear precum, some spilling down the sides of her slender torso. She looks up at him with a giddy smile, her round cheeks squished around her eyes, showing off all her teeth.

“Think it’s gonna fit?” He jokes.

Mel loves it, blushing and stuttering, “I-I don’t know. You’re so big.”

His cock looks scary resting on Mel’s pale tummy, red and angry. The thin skin over his shaft growing tighter and tighter from the hot blood pumping inside of him. The veins around his dick start to bulge out, turning purple from impatience. His heart pounds in his temples, completely overwhelmed by the view.

Frank grabs his phone from the night stand, facing the camera at his crotch. He watches through the screen, his hard dick taking up the entire frame, centered by Mel’s hip bones. It’s so perfect and so erotic. He looks like a monster threatening to destroy her tight pussy, to tear up her small frame.

[keystothekingdon]

Mel being embarrassed that her tits are so small she can still comfortably wear training bras and bralettes but Frank likes that she wears soft and stretchy things so he slides his cock underneath the band and tit fucks her and the friction is so good against his cock and her nipples and he likes how he can overpower her like this and spread his entire hand across her chest

[sadistrobinavitch]

mel loves when frank cums on her face btw

[redrageoused]

age gap yuriiii happy pride everyone :)))

prints :)

[sadistrobinavitch]

mel not knowing how sex works and frank being as gentle as he can with her explaining everything he does so it doesn’t scare her

[tdeardztown]

[sadistrobinavitch]

kingdon archives

[melkingsbush]

mel has an innie but when she's turned on it gets all puffy

just got so turned on i almost passed out

[francislangdon]

"Good call, Dr. Mohan."

THE PITT — 1.09

[francislangdon]

frank and mel exes in college (the official story) met again on the pitt after frank’s time in rehab. theyre intense and codependent with each other and people cant figure out why. they get jealous when the other is talking and smiling with other people. theyre actually step siblings and their parents now dead tore them apart when they found out abt frank’s drug use. now theyre together again 🫶🏻

i'm such a hater of them being exes, estranged step siblings who fuck is much better omg. also of course langdon would never willingly leave her alone, their parents had to rip them apart for sure. langdon's a troubled kid he's getting into drugs and also fucking his step sister all the time. when they catch him and mel in the act together it's either go off to rehab or they'll call the cops on him. when he was done they told him mel didn't want to see him anymore :( that's why they haven't spoken for so long :( but mel sees him and jumps at him and tries to hump his leg like a puppy

[redrageoused]

first ever straight ship #tryingnewthingz

[kingdoncomes]

just moaned thinking abt kingdon ddlg. kingdon. ddlg. kingddlgdon…

anon you read my mind because trust i have something cooking soon (soon can mean next month or even a year from now ijbol).

something about them being completely immersed in ddlg, especially since she has no parental figure. of course she’d look up to someone like frank, he’s such a good father. watching him take care of his kids, and mel wishing she was a kid, his kid, for him to take care of.

but she’s his baby, isn’t she? he teaches her everything she needs to know. how to ride a bike, taking off those training wheels for her and kissing her knee and putting a bandage on it when she scrapes her knees. wiping away her tears, and sucking on his fingers to get a taste of them, of her. he teaches her how to drive a stick shift, because of her parents’ old car but she never got around to learning how to drive it, so his low voice guides her when she learns how to handle the stick shift, his hand over hers on top of it when she gets nervous, saying she can’t do it — terrified since she hasn’t even drove in years. what if she’s not ready for it?

he even starts to feed her with hand because mel doesn’t eat enough, she forgets to eat her three meals, sometimes she forgets to eat at all. so he teaches her discipline, and how to be present by making her sit in his lap and feed her by hand. three meals a day, with snacks in between. and don’t forget, his little girl gets dessert too.

then it leads to him teaching her how to kiss because poor little mel never had the opportunity to kiss someone, not with how her cards in life turned out to be. so he teaches her how to kiss, how to use her tongue, and how to coax noises out of her mouth and his mouth too. she’s so sloppy at first, going at it all open-mouthed at first, and he laughs, a little meanly, hands on her jaw to keep her mouth open when she gets flustered. tells her she’s perfect before he leans back in, this time him open-mouthed too.

teaches her how to suck his cock, telling her to relax her throat, to hum even when her gag reflex gets triggered. soothes her right after, with his cum leaking out of her mouth, and her eyes all teary-eyed and nose all snotty. gives her sweet kisses, telling her she was perfect. his perfect little student, his sweet little girl.

finally, finally, he teaches her how to take his cock. lays her back atop the blankets, fingers her and eats her out until she orgasms at least four times, and she can barely take three of his fingers. but she is a good girl, and her dad loves her so much doesn’t he? he loves her, he does. laying his cock on top of her tummy too, seeing how the tip of his cock barely reaches the bottom of her ribcage. how will he fit inside her? he rubs his cock against her, her getting used to the size of him. he pushes inside of her. it hurts, and she arches up from the bed, reaching for her dad, and he kisses her to ease the ache, touching her clit so the pain becomes a pleasurable ache inside her. she takes him so well, so wonderfully. she even takes his cum so well, watching his cum leak out of her used cunt as he holds her legs open, staring down at her, then he pushes it back inside her. she gasps, coming for the eighth time. she’s so sensitive, his baby.

she touches his softening cock, him groaning, and he twitches at her touch. she admires the red ring around the base of his cock, knowing that it’s her who left that mark on him. she will be marked on him forever, marked by him forever too.

she pulls him down, into a sweet, syrupy, open-mouthed kiss. when she pulls back, their mouths and cheeks are completely wet, drool spilling from her mouth.

“thank you, daddy,” she says, like she says to him every single time since the first time he drove her home from when he returned back to work. he picked her up from the bar, mel giving him her number before they parted ways, and she texted him, drunk and so lonely, wanting for someone to take care of her, to pick her up. she was waiting for him, her daddy, who loves her completely.

“anything for my baby,” he responds back, all reverently before he pushes his fingers back inside her again, arching them up, and she clenches down around him once more. she can take another. he knows she can.

he taught her what’s best, and daddies know what’s best for their little girls, don’t they?

[drmelbows]

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