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Magic fleshlight • 5.5k words • E • check tags
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got bit by the pitt agere bug. here’s cg!jack x little!hucklerobby
Jack didn’t know why Dennis refused to call Robby by a special name when he was in his little headspace. Robby cared for Dennis just as much as Jack did. Hell, Robby had been the one to recognize that Dennis age regressed in the first place.
“Say Papa!” Jack would prompt, pointing over to Robby.
Their bright eyed little boy would look from Jack to Robby then back again before scrunching up his face in confusion and stubbornly shrieking. “Robby!”
Jack could tell it affected Robby. Even if his partner promised that it didn’t bother him. He could see how every time he prompted for Dennis to call Robby Papa and the little would refuse, Robby would be so tense or when Dennis would call Jack Daddy and Robby would look at Jack with wide watery eyes.
Jack had tried to discuss it with Dennis when he was big but Dennis would just give him an unimpressed look or tell him that little Dennis just didn’t see Robby as Papa. Maybe he should try another term.
It wasn’t until the evening after a particularly rough shift that Jack walked into the living room of their shared home to find an obviously very little Dennis with his paci tucked between his lips and a sleeping Robby’s head on his lap. Cartoons were playing on the TV and his fingers were gently carding through Robby’s hair like Jack always did when Dennis was upset.
Dennis met Jack’s gaze, holding a finger up to his lips before dropping his paci and whispering. “Shhh, baby’s sleeping.”
Oh, oh—