Under the Sea 🌊

Bonus - old man Robby (inspired by conversations with my mom)

Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.

Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.

Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.

It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”

Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.

“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.

Dennis trying to drunk text Trinity he’s lost after a night out with some old friends, but instead accidentally texts Jack who’s currently asleep for once bc the J looked like a T and instead Robby is awake and sees the text

Robby wakes Jack up super concerned and texts Dennis for his location to then they pick up a very wasted Dennis

Dennis ends up blabbering about how this must be a dream because his super hot dilf attendings are picking him up and he has to tell Trinity about this and hopes it turns into a wet dream

Jack and Robby find this flattering yet hilarious. They eventually make it back to Trinity and Dennis’ apartment to see Trinity’s bed room door wide open and loud snoring coming from it and seeing Garcia in the kitchen in a tank and some boxers.

Garcia gives Robby and Jack an eyebrow raise but just shrugs and walks off back into Trinity’s room where she closes the door.

Jack and Robby drag Dennis into his bedroom to where they tuck in the now half asleep drunk boy and give him a kiss on the forehead goodnight and leave while Dennis whines for them to stay.

ACAA*, my latest for New Scientist

listen i’m getting hybrid!dennis pilled more and more every day.

they didn’t chip him. dennis knew that. they didn’t even like him that much. dennis knew that too.

the people fostering him liked him a lot, though. that much was obvious.

he was allowed inside all the time, had a bed in every room, he got fed three times a day instead of one, and they always pet him, even if he was supposed to be a working breed.

so pardon him for pretending to just…not remember where he lived for the last decade.

jack and robby were concerned about that. they asked him if he hit his head or got drugged or maybe if something so bad happened that he was trying to forget it. that last one was the closest to the truth. bad things did happen to him, but all of it was just eclipsed by how good jack and robby made him feel.

he was laying in his spot in the sun when the two men came back. jack was thumbing through papers at the table as robby walked over to dennis and kneeled beside him with a groan.

robby dragged a hand through dennis’s warm hair. “we’re back, sweet boy.”

dennis stretched and leaned into robby’s hand. “where were you?”

“well, it’s been a month.” robby looked a little guilty when he said the next part. “so, technically, legally speaking, you’re forfeited property.”

dennis sat up at that. “so…who do i belong to?”

it took me asking three more times before she finally told me she wanted me to leave the fans where they are instead of moving them to my room or something. and I said oh! I had no intention of doing so but thank you for letting me know what the expectation is.

1. I am in a loving, happy relationship where we value and respect each other’s opinion

2. I am using this as an excuse to get out of something I don’t want to do (sorry habibi)

"My liege you cannot attend that gathering, you have promised that evening to rituals of appeasement" (you promised you would rest and take some time just for yourself)

"My liege, there are worrying rumors about their trust and capability" (Last time they tried to plan something, it fell apart and you had to plan it last minute)

dennis with an impure regression.

he can't help it, when daddy is cooing so sweet to him, petting big, warm hands over his body. rubbing his back, his stomach, his sides. calling him things like little one, baby boy. he can't help the way he starts to squirm, the way he feels all funny between his legs, swirling in his stomach. he doesn't ever act on it, something icky curling behind his ribs, but the impulse is there, little grinds of his hips against robby's thigh when he's sure the older man doesn't notice.

robby notices. of course he does. notices the second his little boy gets all wriggly in daddy's lap, breathing a little shakier, cheeks so prettily flushed. he scolded himself at first, for the thoughts it gave him. he knows he should resist it, knows dennis isn't quite himself, easier to take advantage of like this... robby is a sick fucking man, because it's part of the allure.

so easy, so pliant, such a perfect, warm little bundle in his lap. the poor thing just needs a little help, right? so robby slides his hands down, gently cupping the boy's cunt through his clothes, (d-daddy? wh.. what're y'doin? mmh—) shushing him gently as dennis starts to whimper. hey, hey, it's alright, little one, you're okay... daddy's just gonna help you feel aaalll better, okay? does it ache, right here?

dennis nods jerkily, tearing up a bit, clutching to robby's forearm with both hands. robby chuckles, presses a kiss to his boy's temple. so cute. (m-mhm, hurts...) robby's heart aches at the pitiful sound of his little one's voice, cooing soft, starting to pet dennis through his clothes. oh, I know. your special parts feel all funny when daddy's real nice to you, s'that it? that's okay, baby, that's alright...

poor denny feels so, so fuzzy with daddy touching him there, where he's all achy and dripping, hips twitching against his will. (f-feels like a heartbeat..) robby laughs softly, fingers prodding at his boy's hole through the fabric of his sweatpants, still only petting, making him all gooey, melting back against daddy's chest. yeah? feels like a heartbeat, huh? that's alright, baby boy, s'normal. s'posed to feel like that when daddy's taking good care of you. theere you go, just relax...

robby muffles a groan under his breath as he finally slips his hand underneath den's sweats, underneath his little boxers, finally finding the slick heat of his cunt. dennis whines and arches, clawing at robby's arm for support, those strong arms that keep him strapped into robby's lap like a car seat. (m-mmh— daddy, daddy, o-oh— tingles...) yeahh, sweetheart, does that feel good? shh, I know, I know... daddy's right here, daddy's gotcha..

dennis's head slumps back on daddy's shoulder, panting, thighs twitching around daddy's strong hand. his mouth pops open in gasped little (ah- aah- aahn—)'s when daddy pushes a finger inside of him, petting at the silky walls of his cunt, making him feel soso good... he lazily registers that warmth is pooling in his stomach, pressure, and whines out, trying to squirm away from the touch. (da-addy, daddy, please, m'gonna pee— nnoo, m'gonna wet myself, st-stop, please—)

robby only laughs, kisses at his baby's curls, pressing in another finger. he hums, pleased, at the cute little moan denny makes at the stretch, letting him in so wonderfully, cunt soft and welcoming. noo, baby, that's not pee. it feels real good, right? when daddy touches you riiight here? that's your special spot, little one, s'aaalll normal. you wanna let go for me, huh? cmon, be a gooood, sweet boy for daddy n' don't fight it.. just let go, just like that...