Robby drugging Dennis so he regresses??? -🍼 anon
Omg- as someone who gets so little when im high, this is incredible. But as someone who can’t stand edibles, I might whump on Dennis just a little bit. I hope thats okay ^^. Also this is obviously a universe where doctors can get high ✌️😗 Also also, I don’t beta read lol
When it comes to Dennis’s stress relief habits, Robby is nothing but supportive. He loves his partner, he always wants the best for him. And frankly, when he’s stressed out like this, he makes it everyone’s problem.
For the past 2 days, Whitaker has been snapping at people at work, groaning and rolling his eyes at everything, and generally hasn’t been the sweet boy everyone knows and loves. So— Robby’s certain that he’s a little overdue for some baby time.
He’s like a toddler who gets cranky when he doesn’t have a nap. If Dennis doesn’t get his day off with Robby where he gets to play with his toys, and be bottle fed on the couch… then its like all hell breaks loose.
So, when they get home from their long, demanding, crazy day, Robby pulls Dennis into the living room before he can get his boots off. He pulls the boys legs up onto the sofa and takes them off himself. Then he unzips Dennis’s jacket and pulls it off as well. “You lay down. I’m gonna get your special PJ’s from the closet and we’re gonna relax tonight, okay?”
Dennis whines, pulling his feet off the couch, threatening to stand up. “Robby, please, I ju—”
“Nope. No arguing. You’re starting to get fussy at work,” he retorts, hanging up Dennis’s jacket and setting his boots by the door.
“I am not getting ‘fussy’ at work! I’m just stressed because people are stupid!”
Robby cocks an eyebrow at him, finally taking off his own jacket and shoes. “Which makes you fussy. Please, Dennis. Do something to relax. Take a gummy? I have a couple.”
He feels Dennis glaring at him as he makes his way back to the kitchen, where the weed gummies are stored in a cabinet above their kitchen sink. But he doesn’t say no, so Robby fishes out a brand new package of gummies he bought last weekend.
The package is bright green, and reads ‘100mg 10 gummies’ on the front. Robby thinks for a minute as he pulls out one of the small green cubes. Normally, him and Dennis will get 50mg gummies and sit on the couch watching Tv until they both pass out. And Robby knows that he can handle 100mg if he’s in the right mood, or if he really needs to sink into the couch.
Giving Dennis a whole one doesn’t seem like that big a problem. His baby needs to relax! And this will help.
He makes his way back to the living room, gummy in hand. He decides he doesn’t want to take one for himself, because he wants to focus on taking care of his baby. “Open,” he demands.
Very obediently, Dennis opens his mouth for Robby to hand feed it to him. He grimaces a little at the taste, sticking his tongue out in disgust after swallowing it. “Gross… are those a new flavor?”
Robby nods, grabbing Dennis’s hands and pulling him up to his feet. “Yup. Got them over the weekend,” he explains, practically dragging his boy back to their bedroom. He really wants to try and get him to regress, so he’s gonna pull out all the stops. “If you’re good, I’ll make you a bottle to get the yucky taste out of your mouth.”
Dennis groans as he takes a seat on the bed. “Robby…”
Already digging through their closet, he emerges with all the supplies needed for a relaxing night in. Stuff for a bubble bath, comfy PJ’s, pull ups, and Dennis’s paci. His bottle is already in the cabinet. It only gets put away when they very rarely have company over.
“Dennis— baby. You’re only fighting it because I suggested that we do this. You know that right..?”
He watches Whitakers face blush bright pink, before twisting into, quite literally, the biggest pout he’s ever seen.
Robby doesn’t wait for a response. He simply grabs everything they might need for a bubble bath, and pushes his way through the bathroom door. “Come on. By the time we’re done in here you’re funny gummy will be kickin in.”
Dennis always obeys. He knows his daddy is right. He knows that he needs to relax. So, he finally lets himself go; but only a little bit! He complies as Robby undresses him, and runs him a bath. He only closes his eyes a little bit as the older man scrubs shampoo into his scalp. And he does not play with his toys. He’s still too pissy to give in.
But, by the time the bath is over, and Robby is wrapping his baby in a big fluffy towel— he can feel how much more compliant Dennis is. Like putty that he’s warmed up in his hands. And as he looks into his eyes, those droopy eyelids look back. He’s definitely at least a little floaty. Probably more willing to regress willingly, he hopes?
He pulls him back into their bedroom, sitting him on the bed. “I’m gonna doordash us dinner. What do you want, sweetheart?”
He continues to dry him off before he begins setting out the supplies to get him dressed. Grabbing the pull up first, he squats down and slips it over Dennis’s feet. He slides it up his legs and makes sure its secure before moving onto the rest of his PJ’s.
“Umm…” The boy starts, clearly not having thought of anything and just trying to fill the silence. “Oh! Honeygrow?”
Robby smiles, helping the boy step into his pajama pants and pulling them up. “Honeygrow sounds good. Do you know what you want?”
Dennis puts his arms up in the air without even needing to be asked. Robby doesn’t say anything; he just pulls the boys favorite oversized t-shirt over his arms. “Butter chicken. With the noodles.”
A chuckle escapes him before he can stop it. “Thats a great choice baby. Can you pick us out something to watch while I go place the order and make you a bottle?”
Dennis plops himself back onto the bed, finding the remote in the sheets and silently fiddling with it for a moment. “Yeah… I guess so.”
That brief moment of acceptance is all he needs to know that he was right. He really did need this. He needed his daddy to give him a bath and a bottle and for them to watch tv and eat doordash. He knows his baby so well. He reaches down and gives him a peck on the cheek. “Good boy.”
He places the order and returns a few minutes later this time holding a bottle of sweetened milk with a little vanilla in it. He knows that Dennis likes it cold, so he never goes through the trouble of warming it up in the microwave like the original recipe says.
And all it takes for Dennis to fully come undone is for Robby to flip the lights off and crawl into bed with him. He pulls his baby into his lap, settling Dennis between his legs and his head back against his chest. That way he can feed him and he can still watch the TV.
The show of choice, as of the entire time they’ve been doing this, is Adventure Time. A show that Robby had never even heard of before. But now he’s seen almost every episode. Dennis is already stressing about what show they’re going to watch after they finish binging Adventure Time, but he’s finally starting to settle on the idea of starting a Bobs Burgers marathon next.
Dennis goes through his bottle pretty quickly. He always does. But once he’s finished, Robby just sits and pets his soft, freshly washed curls. They smell like the green apple baby shampoo he always uses when Dennis gets bubble baths.
Then suddenly theres a knock at the door. It makes Dennis flinch almost violently, but Robby’s right there to hold him and stabilize him. “Hey… puppy its just our doordash. You still hungry after your bottle?”
Dennis takes a deep breath, relaxing against Robby’s chest again. He nods, letting his eyes transfix on the screen again.
He eventually is able to go out and get their food, returning with a large plastic bag which he sets down at the foot of the bed. Its only when he looks back over at Dennis, does he realize just how bloodshot his eyes are. That gummy is really kicking in.
“Can you feed yourself, baby? Or do you need me to help you.” He asks, handing the take out box over to his whiney baby’s grabby hands.
“I can do it.” He insists, scooting back over on the bed so Robby can reclaim his spot. He opens the box and starts looks dumbly around for a fork that Robby is still opening with his teeth. But once he gets a hold of it, he starts chowing down.
Robby’s happy seeing Dennis so reduced to his core needs. He’s entertained, he’s comfy, he’s clean, he’s fed. He’s on the right track to going back to his sweet sunshiny, optimistic self again. Robby can’t help but smile as he scoots back onto the bed, tearing into his own take out box as well.
Dennis is only able to finish half his food before he can’t eat anymore, and Robby decides maybe thats a sign for them to have left overs for lunch tomorrow. So, he closes both containers up and brings them to the fridge. And while he’s in there, he decides to make Dennis another bottle. Just to get him down a little more before bedtime.
He only makes half a bottle, because he knows his baby is already full. But Dennis has gotten a lot better about not eating until he’s sick anymore! So Robby doesn’t feel as bad trying to give him a bottle before bed.
But, when he reenters the bedroom, he finds Dennis lying down on his side, not watching the TV at all. Its enough to tip him off that something might be wrong; because Dennis never gets bored of the TV. He’s either asleep, or his tummy hurts. So, Robby makes his way around the side of the bed, setting the bottle down on the nightstand. “You alright there honey..?”
“Did you eat too much? Does your tummy hurt?”
All he gets is a little head shake.
“Are you sad over something? Did you have an accident..?”
Dennis shuts his eyes tight, giving another head shake and a whimper.
Robby sighs, grabbing the bottle and making his way back onto the bed. He gently rolls Dennis over towards him, moving the boys heavy body for him. He gets him back into position to take another bottle, but he holds off for a minute. He feels those soft curls burry themselves in his neck, and it hits him what might be happening.
“Oh sweetie… Did that gummy kick your ass? Are you too high..?”
A soft nod and a long whine follow. “Mhmm…”
Robby cradles him close, letting his hand find its way into Dennis’s hair. “Oh sweetie boy, Im so sorry. Those gummies are a little stronger than you’re used to, but I thought it might help you relax more. Daddy’s so sorry, baby.” He whispers into those sweet curls.
Dennis’s little fists curl into Robby’s t-shirt as he nuzzles closer, he doesn’t let himself cry— because he knows if he cries he’ll get sick. But he lets his daddy’s should er shield him from the bright lights of the TV that feel like they’re trying to burn his eyes.
Eventually, Robby turns off the TV, so its dark in the room. But, he does turn on some gentle music so its not completely quiet. He rubs Dennis’s shoulder in consistent, gentle motions with his thumb, trying to give the boy something to anchor onto.
Robby stays with him, whispering gentle words into that soft bed of curls while his baby rides out the rest of his high. And eventually, thankfully without any greening out, Dennis falls asleep in his arms.
He feels so bad he honestly just wants to stay up all night and hold his baby. Make sure he’s comfortable and not move an inch in order to make sure he gets a good nights sleep. But he also really needs to make sure that Dennis doesn’t sleep on his back. He doesn’t want him having a bad reaction in his sleep. That could be really bad.
So, as gently as he possibly can, he transfers Dennis back on his side of the bed, earning a pitiful whimper from the sleeping boy. But Robby’s right there again, pulling the covers up over him and mumbling about how everything’s okay. “I’m right here baby- just go back to sleep. You’re okay. This’ll all be over in the morning.”
Eventually, those little snores return, and Robby is quick to grab Dennis’s paci from the night stand. He slips it in the boys mouth without any sort of protest, and he watched as the plastic begins to bob in his mouth. He also gets out of bed to make sure the abandoned bottle gets put back in the fridge for later.
He honestly feels so bad that he wants to call them both out of work sick tomorrow…. So he does. Maybe they needed more than just an afternoon for Dennis to reset to his giggly bubbly self. Maybe they needed a mental health day, where Dennis can regress on a dosage of thc that he can actually tolerate maybe? Or maybe no thc at all.
But… he can’t deny, that overall— he was right. Dennis did need a regression day. He just wished he’d been a little smarter when he drugged him into it.
