alpha jack standing close behind his alpha son dennis, hips flush with his ass and mouth whispering against his ear as his hand reaches around to guide his son's cock into his omega husband robby's hole, teaching his boy how to fuck his daddy right and make himself a little brother
Okay okay, I’ve seen a lot of Dads Robby and Abbot and their Son Whitaker, which I agree is awesome cuz like yea established relationship plus controversially young boyfriend?? Dope.
Howeverrr, I raise you Dad Robby, Uncle Abbot, and Son/Nephew Whitaker. Cuz idk but I feel like Jack’s and Dennis’s relationship is more Uncle coded cuz he’s like never around cuz he’s on the night shift and he’s less paternal but he still has that like older man energy. Like he’s the fun uncle who you stay with for the weekend.
This also opens up internal fauxcest of older brother jack and younger brother Micheal which I think is also peak 😼😼
Abbott and Robby giving TransFrank and TransDennis a bath together there two favorite little boys drawing on the wall using those crayon bath things as both daddy’s lazily fuck their pussy’s and wash the day off them.
a/n: Im sorry this is more a wip than an actual thing but ive had so much going on and it was also bugging me that it had been in my ask box for so long
Bath time is the boys favourite time of the day, where they get to just unwind and relax and play without worrying about anything other than deciding which colour to use for whatever it is their drawing on the white tile of the bathroom wall while their daddy’s fuck gently into their soft pussies while kissing at the skin of their shoulders and wash the day off their skin ready for bedtime
“Is that us your drawing baby?” mumbled against the skin of dennis’ shoulder while jack reaches around to rub his clit in time while his lazy thrusts
“Do you like my drawing daddy?” while frank looks at robby all eager for his approval while robby is just thinking about how much he loves his boys and their pussies
robby and jack bending their son dennis in half and training him to ball push.
dennis moaning as his dad offers his daddy a colorful ball to wet with his mouth before he slowly presses it deep inside their son.
dennis learning how to take one, then two, and then three balls inside him. feeling like he's going to burst from the fullness and the cooing praise from his dads.
jack stopping after each ball and pressing it in further with his cock, fucking the balls in deeper and feeling them jostle inside until his son is desperate and gasping.
robby mouthing at their son's stretched hole as he tries to push the balls out, sucking each ball into his mouth before pushing it back in with his tongue. jack pressing deep against dennis's perineum to lure the last ball to the surface, then pushing against it as dennis tries to push it out to keep his son stretched wide.
What was ur favorite little detail that went into the world building/backstory for the VHS fics?
director's cut ask game | vhs & chill series
cw incest, dad/son
ohhh I love this question, thank you!!
i think the main thing I love is that robby assumes dennis was influenced by frank somehow, when it's revealed in the prequel that his and jack's amorous romps that have actually been dennis's main frame of reference all along??
like it's hilarious to me that robby can't match up the history of him and jack enthusiastically and loudly fucking for so many years and their son walking in on them with the reality that their son "somehow" knows exactly how to get both of them off 😂😂 like maybe robby's just cock drunk and not thinking clearly but more likely i think he just... can't accept ownership of that?? yet??
Note: Whitaker’s age isn’t stated but him being in school is mentioned, so he could be college/med school aged. That said, Robby does recall several nonsexual events from raising Dennis as a kid during this so please keep that in mind before reading!!!
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Jack was already dozing off by the time their son plopped down on the couch between them with a bucket of popcorn in hand. Robby shook his head fondly. He'd told him the couch was a bad idea from the moment his husband laid eyes on it — all inviting cushions and plush armrests. But Jack insisted they deserved to splurge and Robby caved, as he always did. And now, as predicted, his husband almost never made it through a single movie night while enveloped in their couch's soft, cloud-like embrace. Robby sighed as he wrapped an arm around their boy and grabbed some popcorn from his lap.
"How you holding up over there, old man?" Robby called to his husband between crunches.
"Mhmm." Jack shifted sleepily and sunk deeper in into his beloved couch, eyes closed and lips parted softly.
Dennis huffed a laugh. He leaned over to nudge his dad awake but Robby tightened the arm around his shoulder.
"Ah, ah. He's had a long day," Robby said, "Let's leave him be."
Dennis looked a little disappointed (and for that Robby couldn't blame him) but he nodded and settled back into the couch anyway. As he did, he subtly nuzzled his cheek against his dad's chest and Robby's heart clenched. Dennis hadn't done that since he was a little boy. Robby squeezed his son's arm with the hand flopped over his shoulder and smiled down at him.
"Ready?" he asked, holding up the VCR remote.
Dennis nodded and shifted against him again. This time he sunk down a bit further, settling against the soft curve of his father's stomach, where he nuzzled again at the fabric of his sleep shirt.
Robby's brow creased in amusement. He couldn't remember the last time Dennis cuddled up with him on movie night. He thought he'd just outgrown that part of their lives.
Apparently, he hadn't.
Robby pressed play then settled back onto the couch with contented sigh, taking Dennis along with him. One of his hands brushed lightly over his son's shoulder while the other settled on his son's curls as the familiar pre-film warnings popped up on screen.
Dennis shifted yet again as the opening credits rolled, but this time Robby froze. His son's hand was tracing patterns on his thigh — a bit unusual, though not unwelcome — but his cheek was now nuzzled right up against the buttoned fly of his father's very thin pajama bottoms.
Robby pressed his lips tightly together and glanced over at Jack. His husband was already snoring softly, arms folded across his chest and chin resting on his collar bones. Robby chuckled softly and momentarily forgot about the minor situation happening in his lap until his son's fingertips drifted across his thigh.
Robby considered shifting around. Not a lot, just enough to move his son to a more... father-son position. But Dennis barely told him what was happening at school these days, let alone snuggled up with him. Something about "gift horses" came to mind.
So Robby forced himself to relax back into the couch, letting the familiar lines and action of the film wash over him as he petted his son's curls absently.
Sometime later, Robby awoke in the darkened living room, lit only by the brilliant blue end screen of the VHS tape. Jack's soft snores still filled the quiet space, but now there was another sound too.
Closer. Wetter.
Robby blinked his eyes open, trying to remember when he'd dozed off. Then a small movement near his lap made him glance down.
His son was still curled up next to him and Robby's hands were still resting around his shoulder and in his hair. But the head in his lap was moving now in small, careful motions.
Almost like it was… bobbing up and down?
Robby blinked at his lap, trying to see what his son was doing, when a surge of heat spread between his thighs, causing his hips to jerk.
Dennis startled and pulled off of his father with a soft pop. But, in the half second it took to jerk his head up, Robby had already shut his eyes and lolled his head back against the couch, feigning sleep.
He wasn't sure why he did it. Maybe to save his son from embarrassment? Maybe to save himself?
But after a tense beat or two, Robby felt wet, tentative lips envelop him once again. His son began to suckle at his tip and Robby's mind unwillingly drifted back to the days when he used to suckle like that at his and Jack’s fingers while waiting for his bottle.
Robby swallowed down a groan as his mind spun.
He needed to stop him. He had to stop him. He couldn't just sit there and let his son- his fucking son-
Robby carefully peeked his eyes open and glanced over at his husband, silently pleading with him to wake up, to do something.
Then their son's tongue curved up the length of his shaft and Robby's teeth seared into his lower lip to keep from shouting.
When had his little boy learned to suck cock, let alone like this? Robby's mind raced, flipping through the catalogue of boys and girls his son had brought over. Finally, his mind landed on one charming, smarmy young man's face and his expression hardened.
Frank. Fucking. Langdon.
That boy was trouble and both he and Jack knew it. But their son adored him, and nothing they could say seemed to keep him away.
And now, presumably under his tutelage, his baby boy was... was...
Robby glanced at his husband again, blissfully unaware of the horror unfolding beside him. He tried to think of how he could wake him without alerting Dennis, but his hands were wrapped around their son's shoulder and nestled in his curls. Curls that were bobbing and nodding as he—
Robby's eyes rolled back as Dennis swallowed down his father's shaft, tongue massaging the underside of his head with a level of skill that made Robby's stomach lurch to think about.
His kind, sweet, innocent boy. The boy who always lept into his arms when he was scared. The boy who kissed all his hurts better and used his little toy stethoscope to "listen" to his feet or knees. The boy who crawled into his and Jack's bed at all hours, blissfully unaware of the way his fathers always quickly disentangled themselves and tucked away their erections.
The boy whose mouth was now warm and wet around one of those erections, coaxing his father's release with every skilful flick and suck.
Oh God...
The realization hit Robby like a freight train, equally unbearable in its revulsion and intoxication.
I'm going to come in my son's mouth.
Robby squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to will his cock down.
Surgery. Patients. Codes. Gloria.
But his son — his beautiful, attentive baby boy — was playing him like a fiddle with that damn mouth of his. Robby wanted to scream.
But what could he do? Pretend to wake up and... what? Catch his son in the act? Shout? Punish him?
But then what was his alternative? Pretend to wake up as slow as possible so Dennis had time to hide all of this? And then what? Go through the rest of their lives pretending nothing had happened?
No. No, he couldn't live with that.
So clearly, painful as it might be, it was better to just... to just...
Robby stomach lurched as Dennis's tongue lapped at his head and he felt the telltale filling of his shaft.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Amid his panic, a soft shuffling sound and a shift of Dennis's shoulder under his hand made Robby's eyes flutter open. His son hadn't moved from his spot, but when Robby followed the outstretched length of his arm, extending behind him to the other side of the couch—
Robby stared in mute horror as his son tugged his husband's cock in fast, neat movements. Movements Robby knew all too well.
When had Dennis even learned to... how had he even...
Robby's thoughts slipped through his grasp like a toy in his son's bath; the harder he chased them, the further they floated away. All he knew was that his thoughts were all painted in shades of red: Heat. Danger. Anger.
Lust.
He stared with open-mouthed resignation as he watched his husband's cock harden in their son's grasp. His mind was so far afloat now he barely noticed the way that terrible, horrific sight made his balls ache and his cock twitch against his son's merciless tongue.
When his sleeping husband finally grunted softly and spilled over their son's hand, Robby's red vision turned blindingly white.
His jaw clenched around a shout as he felt himself pulse and pour into their son's mouth, again and again, as his son relentlessly lapped at the length in his mouth, urging all of his father's seed inside him.
Then he — oh god — slid his soft lips up Robby's tender shaft with aching slowness, as if savoring his last taste of him, until his father's softening length finally slipped from his lips and thudded gracelessly atop the bunched fabric of his pajamas.
Robby stayed frozen, afraid to move or breathe or do anything that could affirm what just happened as reality. He kept his eyes shut even as he felt his son tuck him back into his pajama bottoms and heard some rustling that let him know Jack was enduring the same.
Then he heard... something.
Something brief, but wet and softly smacking.
He wanted to peek his eyes open, but a few moments later he was fairly certain he knew what the source of the sound had been.
Robby felt a brush of wetness against his parted lips, and then a warm tongue dipped into his mouth, lapping at his own with tender, careful licks.
Then a soft voice breathed sweetly into his mouth, more like a sigh than a whisper.
"G'night, Dad."
Robby's chest ached. His head swam. His cock twitched. His eyes filled.
When Robby finally opened his eyes, his son was gone.
He heaved a stuttering sigh of relief, then folded over himself as he held his head in his hands. Nausea twisted in his stomach as his shoulders shook and fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
When a warm, broad hand pressed against his shoulder, Robby startled and nearly tumbled off the couch.
When he managed to look back over his shoulder, Jack's eyes were wet and soft.
But also terribly, achingly, and unmistakably awake.
They held each other's pained gazes for a long moment, eyes sharing all of the pain, fear, and conflicted lust of these past few life-altering moments.
They moved in the same instant. Robby burrowed himself into the warmth of Jack's chest and Jack wrapped his arms around his husband, holding him tightly and shushing him softly as he silently shuddered and shook.
They didn't speak about it that night. Or the next.
Or the next.
Or even when it happened again.
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