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breeding kink mcvadi breeding kink mcvadi!

i cant stop writing it its too good

cw: breeding kink but like. babytrapping ideation. this is icky btw. like icky icky.

cassie who’s guilt-ridden because she never wants to make a young mom out of vic when she’s got her whole life ahead of her but the poison of her hunger is miasmic and she can’t help but fall into it, head first.

thinking about how she envisions her family, their close unit; how she wants victoria at the centre of it, soft and sensitive and heavy with their child. she thinks about the new house she’s been eyeing, the one with four available bedrooms and a big backyard and the one that’s close to both an elementary school and a daycare. add that to the fact that harrison has always wanted to be a big brother so the hunger has morphed, turning into a distant dream that cassie is clawing at each day.

thinking about cassie wanting to swoop victoria away. eileen wouldn’t allow it, of course, but maybe she just needs a push. an incentive. and surely, she’ll let cassie play the role of victoria’s partner once cassie’s gotten victoria pregnant. it’s not like cassie isn’t planning on taking full responsibility, anyway. she’s already got a ring buried under her clothes, just waiting for the right time.

in cassie’s twisted mind, though, the right time is when victoria’s carrying their baby.

thinking about cassie playing out the act. about victoria playing along. how they used to slide a condom along cassie’s strap and stock up on plan-bs or morning-afters to avoid a ‘pregnancy scare’. the thrill was unmistakable, making their appetites ravenous.

thinking about the shift, after. when cassie started wanting to breed victoria; when victoria started wanting to be bred. thinking about victoria poking holes in the condom; about cassie tugging the condom off mid-sex and having it rest on the perch of victoria’s ass like a reassurance that they’re fucking raw and that just one wrong timing and victoria would be full of cassie’s spill.

thinking about victoria’s slow understanding of cassie’s need. thinking about it affecting her too and now—

now she can’t even cum if cassie doesn’t play out the role.

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Do you think when Whitaker walks in on Rabbot they’re actively talking about him? And if they are, does he realize to what extent or even at all? OMG the possibilities are endless 😩

exactlyy u get me so much <3

thinking about whitaker walking in on them while robby’s blowing jack and jack’s head is tipped back, exposing the column of his throat, and he’s moaning out dennis’ name.

thinking about whitaker yelping in surprise or maybe trying to escape without being detected but failing anyway and two sets of eyes rip open to look at him.

thinking about the moment of silence, of it swelling, and it’s robby—his lips rubbed raw and bruised and wet—who calls out for him.

“c’mere kid,” he says. “let me show you how jack likes getting his dick sucked.”

BUT ALSO thinking about whitaker running away after yelping in surprise. how he just tears the door open again to bolt out, yelling out an apology and how he swears he won’t tell anyone.

thinking about how he didn’t even realize that jack was moaning out his name, not robby’s, until later on when he’s trying to drown himself under the cold shower because no, he won’t touch himself to the memory of his attendings getting intimate at work. dennis fails, anyway, and strips his cock while biting into his fist to muffle out his moans.

thinking about dennis avoiding them at work; how jack and robby thinks he hates them so they try to give him space, but all that does is make them hungrier—whitaker now included.

so it takes another incident, this time a deliberate act, for the three of them to finally, finally, get their shit together and bridge that longing to meet in between.

BUT ALSO— (i am dragged off stage)

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dennis being able to ride Robby and Jack with no issue because this kid probably did some bull riding. Or Robby and Jack watching dennis at a cowboy bar and watching him hold onto that mechanical bull with his thighs alone.

YESS!! here's a silly blurb i did re the mechanical bull bc yup! yup!!!

and dennis acting so coy when he's on top, looking at them with flushed cheeks and bruised lips, and asking, "like this?" all timid and achingly soft like he isn't the one setting the pace. like he wasn't the one who clambered on their lap, rubbing their slicked tip on his hole, before sinking so, so slowly that they're left to grip at his hips, blunt nails raking his skin. like he doesn't spend more time just grinding against their cocks, squeezing at times to make them hiss and jolt, before going back to playing with their patience. letting it stretch thin, watching as they squirm and try to make him to hop on their cocks, but he loves it like this - drawn out, teasing, playful.

oh, but when he gets it moving? it's a sight. robby tries not to look away but the pleasure is intense, razing him like he is burning from within, and he can't help but shut his eyes and bite into his lips, and submerge himself in the vast pools of his bliss. but jack? he is resolute. sweat beads on his temple, his body is tensed like a taut string, but he doesn't look away. he keeps eye contact, biting out praises here and there, as he watches the show that dennis is putting on for him with a manic glee.

then, dennis will sit there as they cum in him, rivulets thick and filling, catching his breath and letting the strain on his thighs ease up before he's squirming again, just little glides, but it's still too much for his partners. jack has to hold him down on his lap, speared and stuffed, to stop him, while robby lets him do his dance because robby loves that twinge that comes with oversensitivity. he loves it. asks for it. cries for it.

dennis hiccups his let me cum, please, sir? to jack, whimpering like it's not dennis' fault for teasing him. but for robby? he croons, almost mean if it wasn't for the fever within him, and trills, come on daddy, cum for puppy again.

and he does.

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is this the first night Dennis calls him Dad instead of Daddy? And does Robby jokingly call him son?

And they both get so hard, so fast they can’t breathe?

gen thought there was no crowd for this type of post omg freak4freak love yall

cw: fauxcest

dennis doesn’t even call robby ‘daddy’ because it’s what dennis calls his dad. so imagine the stumbling conversation; of robby asking, with a shy flush, if dennis would be willing to call robby it. and dennis, just as embarrassed, telling him that it’s going to be weird.

“i call my dad that, robby,” he whispered, looking away with a breathy rasp. robby’s nose flared.

“oh,” he said, then that was that.

then came this conference: hundreds of doctors all cooing at dennis and robby, telling them how lovely it is that robby brought his son with him instead of his spouse. imagine how daunting it is to outright say that they’re wrong because what would be a balm?

hi, i’m dennis whitaker. i used to be his med student and now i’m a first-year intern at his hospital. we love each other very much. no don’t focus on the age gap and power imbalance haha.

yeah, right.

so they don’t correct the mistakes. it’s—

it’s not lying. it’s not like they are the ones spewing falsehoods about the nature of their relationship, but they don’t deny the croons. the honeyed whispers. the glee. they ignore the change in their gaits—robby’s hand leaving dennis’ waist to hold the small of his back instead, dennis stepping just a few paces away from robby—and pretend that this is not them playing into the accusation.

later, in the comfort of their hotel room, dennis breaks the tension.

“so,” he says, not looking up from his phone. “my dad, huh?”

he hears more than sees robby move to him, and he only has the chance to look up, to ask another tease, before robby’s pulling him up for a kiss. it’s hot. messy. teeth snapping, spit mixing.

hunger simmers in the air—two predators on the prowl.

“robby,” dennis rasps out. “dad.”

robby’s moan is loud, like a wounded animal, and dennis trembles, his appetite eclipsing his rationality. the shame. the guilt. these are stripped off him and he’s left there to paw at robby with a visceral need.

robby follows his greed—always close; never straying far from dennis.

“my sweet boy,” robby grunts. “my so—”

dennis’ orgasm is a rip in the cosmic balance. an undoing so thorough he feels the dregs of their sin sinking into his skin. he bucks into robby, insatiable.

more. more, please, dad—

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I cannot stop thinking about hucklerabbot breeding kink wait. Like imagine them cumming inside Dennis so much he has a little bump and they keep him constantly plugged and ready setting timers and shit. My mind is so rotted I apologize I just had to set her free 😭

omg dont apologize and please come back!!! also tagging my baby @devil-in-hiding cuz we were in the chat talking about this like last week i think???

BUT YEA YEA!! speak your truth babe 🗣️

thinking about them cupping his belly pouch and telling him how beautiful he looks swollen with their kid; how they can’t wait until it takes; how he’s the sweetest, prettiest, loveliest lamb and look how precious he is, all round and fat and thick with their spill.

dennis who begs and whines and whimpers, telling them how full he is, how he can’t take it anymore, but jack just pushes his hair away from his face to press a kiss on his forehead before murmuring, “but didn’t you promise that you’d be so good for us?” on his skin and dennis, who can’t deny them anything, nods, sniffling, and tells robby that he’s ready for his next fill.

robby who has to physically grip his balls when dennis is gulping him down because he doesn’t want to waste even a single drop; because he wants to pump everything in dennis’ hole because maybe, maybe, dennis’ body will finally accept the offering they etch into him with every thrust.

thinking about the first time they plugged him; how beautiful he must have looked—flushed, trembling, his eyes unable to focus beyond the haze of his exhaustion and the weight that sloshes inside him.

“fuck,” robby whispers. “god, baby, look at you.” his voice is thick, heavy with the emotions pressing into him. and when he scoops dennis into his arms, nuzzling his face on the crook of dennis’ neck, jack’s heart swells because there, right there, is everything he’s ever loved.

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victoria would cry on cassies strap and it would be the prettiest thing she's ever seen

god yeah she is. (prev)

victoria will try to muffle her tears behind the back of her palms but cassie will pull her hands away, telling her baby how she wants to hear her so badly, how she needs to see her darling girl’s pleasure etched on her face. and when victoria looks up at her, all mussed up by her tears, all cassie can do is bite down on the hunger that surges within her and fuck victoria like she’s trying to breed her baby.

thinking about victoria sobbing, babbling about how unfair daddy is, how daddy is being so mean because cassie pulled out just before victoria can cum, the tides of her pleasure retreating at the sudden emptiness inside, and cassie will smother her growing grin on victoria’s forehead, crooning sweet nothings like how she’ll make her feel good, she promises, as if she isn’t the reason for victoria’s hiccupping whimpers.

cassie shuffles up victoria’s body to rest her knees on either side of her baby’s head, the shimmering curve of her strap hovering just above victoria’s sniffling face. “go on, hon,” she coos, “clean your mess for me, huh?”

and oh, the way victoria will. kitten licks on the head because she’s still a little bit shy at cassie’s unwavering attention, before her need to be good overwhelms her so she gulps down the silicone with a moan and a tremor. cassie pats her head as victoria slowly gets used to the size, her throat making room for the stretch. drool spills from the corners of her lips, making her face even wetter than it is, and the way she looks, all soft and desperate and beautiful, makes cassie groan, her desire bloating from the chasm of her belly to her throbbing clit.

she reaches behind her, stretching as far as her arms can go without dislodging the toy from victoria’s mouth, until she finds her treasure—her fingers swiping at the sticky mess of victoria’s cunt. victoria keens, body jolting underneath cassie, and cassie just rumbles out, “shh. let daddy make you feel good.”

victoria is so sensitive all over, the tides of her pleasure bloating once again, faster than ever because of cassie’s denial a while ago. she succumbs to the building euphoria, and she spreads her legs open even wider, giving cassie more room to play with her pussy because she’s forgotten how mean her daddy can be. her trust is so thick, tangible and sweet, and cassie licks her lips, trembling at the weight of it all.

hearing the stuttering bursts of victoria’s choked moans, cassie speeds up, thrusting her fingers inside the feverish plush of victoria’s cunt while toying with victoria’s clit, driving her sweet girl’s desperation at its highest peak, teetering close to its rip—

then, she pulls out again.

victoria thrashes underneath her, a weak spurt of squirt spilling from her cunt, and oh. victoria’s sobs would be so heartbreaking if she isn’t such a pretty sight. cassie can get addicted to this, she’s sure.

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the concept of dennis telling santos about robby snoring and robby finding about it. feeling guilty, one night after dennis is fast asleep robby sneaks out to sleep on the couch. a little after midnight, dennis finds him and brings his own pillow, “can’t sleep without my comfort sound”

hello whdjejr 😭 ok but whys this cute??

him coming to join robby because he isn’t that fazed by the sounds anyway!! and no amount of snoring will make him stop snuggling with robby 🥹

oh but also thinking about whitaker popping out of the bathroom to see the bedroom empty and he’s like, “hey baby where the fuck are you :(” and he finds robby snug as a bug on the couch.

“why’re you not in bed?” dennis asks, sitting by robby’s feet.

robby turns bright red in his shame, murmuring something under his breath. it’s too soft for dennis to pick up on what it was so he pitches forward, resting his weight on robby’s legs, and asks robby to repeat that.

“i said i didn’t want to disturb you,” robby grunts out, looking at anywhere but dennis. and oh how that made dennis upset.

“you never do,” he says earnestly. “trust me.”

robby looks at him with disbelief. dennis shrugs. “i mean two of my brothers snore, mikey, and we had to share a room growing up so i’m used to it by now.”

robby is immovable, though; unwilling to put dennis through a restless night, especially after such an exhausting shift. he is so stubborn, it makes dennis huffs.

“it’s lonely without you, baby,” dennis murmurs. no, he isn’t pouting. “i can’t sleep without you—snore and all.”

that—

yeah, that did it, alright.

“okay, if you say so,” robby whispers, his ears still warm with embarrassment but his heart so full of that bubbly feeling that dennis never fails to give him.

“i, a hundred percent, say so,” dennis tells him before he stands up and gathers the sheets in his arms so robby could stand up. they stare at each other’s eyes when he did, burying themselves in that fluffy warmth of their shared love, before they go back to bed, hand in hand.

robby tries to let dennis sleep first just so dennis could avoid the beginning sputters of his snoring, but he’s so tired and sleepy that he can’t even hold onto his consciousness. his last thought before slipping into a comfortable sleep is how he’ll have to apologize to dennis tomorrow morning.

and dennis? he is having the time of his life. robby’s breaths begin to hitch, dragging on the column of his throat. when the first sound finally rips through the silence of their shared breaths, that’s only when he finally sleeps too. he curls his arms around robby, nuzzling on his back and falling asleep to the rumbling noise of robby’s snoring and his soft warmth.