mournie

“Dennis is this you trying to flirt? You’re not very good at it.” - R

“I DUNNO!!! santos told me to compliment you!!!” - D

“I wouldn’t follow bye her example, Den.” -R

dennis whitaker was never the type to spend the night. he usually stayed late and then left with swift footsteps and sleeping “goodbyes” and “i love you”’s. but this time was different.

robby had a hold over him and this time stuck to his word about letting dennis sleepover. they had a plan if anyone asked why they were coming from the same vehicle anyways.

while laying on their sides and staring at each others faces, no shirts on or anything, dennis opens his mouth before closing it again and whispering under his breath.

“..no. nevermind.”

he said with a chuckle and a cheesy smile behind it. his grown out hair almost touching his eyebrows and curling around each strand.

robby looked at him with that look. that sickening look that could get dennis to say anything.

“…well, i mean, im scared to stay. are you sure i’m not a burden?” he said continuing to play with robby’s hands and feeling every nook and cranny of robbys skin.

“oh pup, you could never be a burden to me..c’mere.”

robby took dennis by the back and pulled him in, chest to chest. robby kissed every piece of exposing skin on dennis before landing on his lips.

“stay. i like it when you’re here.” robby said closing his eyes slowly, barely able to keep them open.

i saw this fanart (I CANT REMEMBER WHO IM SORRY!!) where dennis woke up to robby in his bed with bite marks and hickeys and it caused me to write this. this just part one.

With the sun shining on him, and beads of sweat bubbling onto his forehead, Micheal Robinivitch woke up. God, he was sore and his back hurt. As he sits up and stretches around in his bed, he has this feeling something’s missing— that someone is missing. But he’s been feeling like that for the past five months.

When he removes the duvet cover off of his second half, he can see that he’s naked. He was a bit shocked by it but due to the mid-July weather, he’s not very surprised he might have unclothed himself in the night and just forgot. He changes into some black and white plaid boxers with a wrinkled white T-shirt on top. He does his usual routine before actually taking care of himself like drinking some coffee and scrolling on his phone the rare times he does. He checks the time and see’s that it is time to actually get ready. As he takes off the minimal clothes he has on in his bathroom with the steamy water running, he notices purple marks all over his neck in the mirror; and a bite mark? What the fuck could’ve caused that?

yes!

yes of course!!! please reach out and dm me with your specifics if u have any! i’m honestly okay with a majority (not ALL, majority) of ships in the pitt so i’m quite excited to venture into this one. but yes, dm me any information!

i honestly have zero ideas for fanfics!! i’m leaning more towards hucklerobby (and i want to write smut seriously for the first time), but if that’s not even close to an idea you want, still let me know! i just want to get out of whatever funk this is and produce something that someone will appreciate