#whitforth

[actually-andrew-cody]

Dennis gets whatever the fuck he wants. Especially when his name is Dennis Whitaker-Danforth and Titus Danforth is his husband. He gets whatever he wants. And Dennis does think he deserves it, he's a good husband. Despite the fact that they were married out of necessity and Dennis wanted to save his sisters, he'd argue that they are actually happy. They go on dates together, they sleep in the same bed now, they laugh. When they argue it's violent and shakes the home, but their still happy. Dennis is happy. Titus is happy. There's not much else Dennis asks for. Or needs to ask for. Because he has anything he could ever want. Until his birthday comes around.

Dennis wakes in Titus's bedroom. They sleep in the same bed always, but change between their two rooms frequently, never in the same bed for an entire week. Last night had been Titus's room because Titus had wanted to finish some paperwork at his desk. The sun filters through the curtains and Dennis can feel it on his back, painting his shoulder blades in the warm morning light.

He feels Titus's hand on his lower back, sliding up in between his shoulders blades and then to his shoulder.

"Morning..."

Dennis huffs, burying his nose further into the pillow and grumbling "what time is it..."

Titus pulls away only for a second, and then he returns and gets close to Dennis, putting his head on his shoulder and whispering "ten..."

"I slept in late..."

Titus nods "your birthday is tomorrow."

"So your giving me special treatment early," Dennis asks as he rested his head on the side so he can properly look at Titus who is smiling softly at him.

"I am... what do you want for your birthday?"

Dennis thinks, he could ask for anything, absolutely anything and he knows Titus would give it to him. But what he really wants is something or someone more then his husband to be around. "A dog."

Titus's eyebrows raise slightly and he asks "what?"

"I want a dog," Dennis repeated "a big one, like a Doberman, oh maybe a Pitbull..."

"Uh... no."

Dennis stops, he hasn't heard the word no in at least a year. He turns his head to look at Titus again "pardon?"

"No. No dog."

Dennis sits up slowly, rubbing sleep from his eyes "I want a dog. You asks what I want for my birthday. I want a dog."

"I said no," Titus shrugs and gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers to tug on.

"Why," Dennis asks, pouting his lip.

"I don't like them, their dirty and they get all up in peoples personal space."

"I've seen pictures from when you were young, you had a dog!"

"Yeah and I didn't like the thing! What else do you want," Titus crosses the bed and reaches down to ruffle Dennis's hair. Dennis pulls away from him, smacking his hand and getting up.

"I want a dog!"

"Well you aren't getting one! Jesus... go get in the shower. I'll be there in a second."

"Fuck off," Dennis mutters with a pout and goes to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Dennis pouts his entire way into the shower, he wants a dog. Maybe he's a bit spoiled. Maybe he's gotten a bit to used to getting whatever he wants. But it's just a dog. Why can't he have a dog? He turns on the shower and grabs his toothbrush to start brushing his teeth. He ignores the knock he hears on the bathroom door.

"Dennis."

He continues to ignore Titus as he rinses out his mouth and takes off his underwear to climb into the shower.

"Dennis!"

"I'm ignoring you," Dennis yelled back.

He waited a few seconds when all of the sudden he heard loud thwacks against the door. He reached up to cover his ears and looked at the door, the thwacks landed a few more times before the door burst open. Titus stood on the other end with an axe.

"Titus!"

"I'm talking to you!"

Titus pressed the left overs of the door open. He let himself in, dropping the axe by the sink and going to the shower. He grabbed Dennis's wrist to tug him close.

"I want that door replaced," Dennis growled whilst he fought against Titus.

"Fine. Fucking brat."

Dennis goes about his day ignoring Titus, breakfast is quiet and tense. Lunch is almost the exact same. And afterwards, Titus gets up and walks over to kiss Dennis on the head "I'm sorry about breaking the door down earlier."

Dennis pulls his head away "it was loud."

"I know. I'm sorry," Titus says.

Dennis mutters "can I have a dog now?"

"No."

Dennis swats Titus away and the older man groans, hitting the back of Dennis's chair hard enough to rock it. Dennis listened to him walk out and sat at his chair with his chin on his hand. He decides to walk around the house for now, settling in one of the living rooms to play video games and watch TV.

He spends hours up there, watching movies and shows with a pair of headphones connected to the TV (rich people shit). He doesn't hear anyone call him for dinner, and he doesn't bother to go down when he realizes the time. He is a brat, he's acting like a brat, and he'll stay acting like one.

It isn't until he feels a sharp tug at his hair that he comes back to reality. He groans and tugs his headphones off, reaching up to grab his husbands wrist.

"Where were you," Titus says, trying to be aware of Dennis's dislike for loud noises.

"Let go of me," Dennis whines.

"Where were you. You missed dinner."

Dennis pulls at Titus's hand and said again "let go of me!"

Titus does but circles around the couch to kneel down in front of Dennis and grab his ankles to the point he might bruise them. Dennis watches him with spiteful eyes. Titus speaks again "you. Missed. Dinner."

Dennis tugs his legs experimentally and knows that Titus won't let him go "I didn't want to come."

"Why because you can't get what you want?"

Dennis shrugs "I didn't want to."

"I don't care. That's my one ask Dennis, is that you eat dinner with me. I give you everything you could ask for, I bend over backwards for you, all I want is one meal a fucking day. That's all I ask."

Dennis kicks his legs, knocking Titus back enough that he lets go with a growl. Dennis stares at him and said "all I'm asking for it a dog."

"Well your not getting one! This is the one thing I'm saying no to."

The doctor frowns and crosses his arms. Letting a slight bitterness and sadness settle. He because he knows the reason he wants this dog so bad is so that he doesn't have to be so lonely. Having a husband who loves you doesn't mean you never feel alone. He nods slowly. "You eat already?"

"No. I waited."

Dennis nodded "okay. Lets go."

"To dinner?"

"Yeah."

=====

When Dennis wakes up on his birthday morning to Titus kissing his shoulder. He turns his head, humming softly.

"Morning..."

"Happy Birthday..." Titus whispers "stay. Breakfast is on its way. And then I have gifts for you."

Dennis nods and sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes and accepting the kisses from Titus. Breakfast is as fancy as ever, and Dennis laughs at Titus and they smile. After awhile of eating Titus presents him with his gifts. New clothes, a game he wanted, a pair of new noise cancelling headphones (after Titus broke his last pair in a fit of anger) and then the last box is a phone.

"What's this?"

"Your own phone. Unmonitored. You can call whoever you want. Whenever you want. Less lonely... that kind of thing."

Dennis nods slowly, looking at it, its brand new, already set up with a new phone ID and everything. "Thank you," he nods.

"Of course," Titus kisses his cheek with a warm smile. But Dennis feels so sad. He misses Trinity, his ER family, everything.

Dennis appreciates the phone, he calls Trinity and the others from the ED when he can. They ask plenty of questions about Titus and he likes talking to her. But she has a job, and in ways so does he. And when he's free, no one else is, and when they are. He isn't. Titus gets far busier when one of the Danforth charities go bellyside and he has to leave last minute without Dennis. And it... well it sucks. The first day is okay. He finds stuff to do, calls Titus before bed and talks to Mohan. And yet he's still entirely alone. The housekeepers tries to keep him company. But he knew they did it more out of obligation then anything.

On the fifth day he felt the worst, laying in Titus's bed and watching the construction workers replace the door Titus broke. On the ninth day is when Titus comes back. Dennis was sitting in the reading nook in the office, watching the deer walk through the forest under their house. He doesn't hear Titus talking to the housekeeper.

"Is he okay," Titus asked.

"He seems a little depressed. A little lonely."

Titus approaches Dennis once he finishes up talking to the housekeeper. He reaches down and strokes his hand through his hair and Dennis looks up, immediately jumping into Titus's arms. Willing himself not to cry.

"I missed you..." Dennis whispered.

Titus nodded and hugged him, rubbing his back "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Dennis shrugs.

Titus nods and kisses him, picking him up to carry him to Dennis's bedroom. Throwing him onto the bed and kissing him silly.

But when they were settled, less buzzy, did Titus finally asks. "Are you lonely...?"

Dennis looks over at Titus and frowns before he looks up again and mutters "I miss my friends... your busy. I barely get to see you. And I spend half of my time playing video games... I like being married to you. I think we're good. A good couple but. I'm just... lonely."

Titus nods and mutters "is that why you wanted the dog?"

"Yeah."

Titus nods slowly "I don't like dogs."

Dennis nods "you've mentioned. It's fine-"

"My family dog bit me when I was really young, a few times... they kind of freak me out."

Dennis looks over at Titus. "Your afraid of dogs...?"

Titus shrugs "I try not to be."

Dennis hums "I guess it didn't occur to me that you can be afraid of things..."

Titus shrugs "I try not to be."

Dennis hums and mutters "I guess I can settle for a cat or something..." Dennis whispers.

Titus nods and they go silent.

=====

About a week later Dennis comes downstairs and heads to the living room, plopping himself down in front of the fireplace that he starts. It's cold and he had woken up alone. That familiar feeling of loneliness settled in his chest as he watched the flames go.

He heard the front door open and waited for awhile. He looked over when he heard Titus come in.

"Hey," he said.

Titus nodded with a small smile and went over, sitting next to him "I thought I would be back before you woke up, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Dennis shrugged and rubbed his eyes. "Where were you?"

"Getting you a late birthday gift."

Dennis hummed softly "what?"

"Hold out your hands."

Dennis nodded and did as he was told.

Titus places something thick in his hands, slightly heavy and rough. Dennis felt over it with confusion and asked "what is it?"

"Open."

Dennis nodded and opened his eyes, smiling widely when he saw it "a dog collar?"

"Mhm..." Titus got up and ducked behind the couch and then stood up again. He held out a puppy, maybe three months old.

Dennis gasped and stood up with a wide smile, unable to stop from laughing because of how Titus was holding the dog out like it might bite him. "A puppy..."

Titus nodded "A Doberman puppy. I figured if it was a puppy... we could train it. To be less... bitey."

Dennis laughed and walked over, petting the thing slowly and then scooping it away from Titus. He smiled and began to pet the dog before saying "she's beautiful... what should we name her?"

Titus hummed and shrugged "not up to me."

"Fine, if we have kids you better have some say-"

"We're gonna have kids?"

"Just help me name the dog!"

Titus grumbled and nodded. They argued back and forth about names before finally settling on Daisy.

Dennis Whitaker-Danforth got whatever the fuck he wants. Including the dog his husband was afraid of. Dennis could ask for the moon and stars and somehow Titus would be able to get them for him. And Dennis would always have the right to be a brat. Because he was rarely denied of what he wanted. And deserved.

[crazyamoeba]

Hybrid Dennis is Titus Danforth's most loyal hunting dog.

He'd started out as just a plaything, a trinket that his father and sister threw to him like a meaty bone into a pit. Something to amuse himself with, to distract him while they did the real work.

He hadn't paid much attention to the trembling, whining thing, beyond an initial sneer and smirk at his flinching. He'd make pretty bait, and nothing more.

He had been vaguely aware of the high-pitched yelps echoing between the trees as he slowly followed his hounds’ excited baying. He wasn't all that engaged in the hunt, if he was being honest. Ursula had requested that he take one of her unbearable associates on a hunt, show him the ropes and a good time. 

He'd pulled out all the stops, showing the man - Morgan, or something similarly uninteresting and new money - his prized hunting dogs and the little blond hybrid that he'd almost forgotten about, before giving the fearful, hungry thing a twwnty minute head start. 

Morgan's eyes had been too greedy, too lazy and excited in a way that made Titus’ lip curl. He was one of those people who wanted things for the sake of it - and Titus could maybe respect that, could see it in himself, if not for the fact that he could tell that Morgan didn't enjoy the search, the struggle, the hunt. He was only in it for the climax, and quite frankly, that was fucking boring.

Titus' heart rate had remained unchallenged and unchanged throughout the whole fucking dog and pony show. He was annoyed, he was bored, he wanted it to end.

It felt like someone had hooked him up to a defibrillator when he heard the first screams.

They weren't the hybrid’s screams. Titus had heard those before. They were high-pitched, yelping and whining. These screams were slightly deeper, richer. More human.

He picked up his pace ever so slightly, curious for the first time today.

There were sticky, fresh smears of blood on the leaves that crunched and squelched beneath his feet.

Morgan's neck was ruined. 

From what little he could see from where the hybrid's mouth was latched onto it, there was a deep, jagged, circular wound there that was gushing in time with the clearly slowing heartbeat.

The hybrid - tiny, trembling Dennis - was sprawled atop Morgan's twitching torso. Knees on either side, hands fisted in Morgan's bloody, tacky hair. His whole front was pressed against Morgan's in a mockery of seduction, and Titus feels his dick twitch at the fervent, desperate way Dennis tore at the wound in his neck, opening it further.

“I think he's done, boy.”

Dennis' head jerked upwards, his wide eyes nothing but deep black pools in his face, casting around for Titus for a moment in his hazy, sticky panic. His entire face from his nose down to his neck, was coated in a thick layer of blood and sinew.

He was trembling, covered in sweat, face flushed. He still managed to bare his teeth at Titus, desperate and whining.

Titus chuckled, clicked his fingers at the dogs swarming at his knees, each keen to get a taste.

They sat. Dennis snarled.

“Oh, big unfriendly sound.” His grin revealed blunt, shining teeth that somehow give off the impression of being almost as sharp as Dennis' set. “Very cute. You know, normally I don't abide a nipping puppy. They gotta learn their place, you know?”

Dennis' entire body was rigid, shuddering minutely from the effort of holding so still. His eyes were watery but they kept track of Titus like his life depended on it. There's something hungry there that made Titus' stomach twist and turn in sheer excitement. Dennis' jeans were getting soaked as Morgan's slowly cooling blood seeps into them.

Titus tilted his head. Dennis' own head jerked, mirroring the movement, helplessly transfixed.

“Then again, I believe in giving credit where it's due. And good boys deserve treats.”

****

As far as anyone else was concerned, everything changed between the morning and the afternoon. Nobody else was privy to the whys and wherefores, all they knew was that suddenly, Titus never went anywhere unaccompanied.

Dennis either trailed his footsteps, or hung off his arm, smiling brightly and whispering in his ear, which would earn the occasional uptick at the corner of Titus' mouth. Sometimes, Dennis would skip ahead, circling the perimeter before ambling back to Titus' side. Sometimes, he would be gone for a good twenty minutes, and would return with blood crusted under his half-claws.

“Have fun?” Titus would huff, the most indulgent sound anyone had ever heard from him, and ruffle his hands over Dennis' ears. The hybrid would nod, leaning heavily into the touch, closing his eyes contentedly.

Dennis would lounge by Titus' side at meetings - and nobody commented on the fact that Ursula was quieter than before, would sit tense and silent in a way they rarely saw her. The sound of palm cracking against cheek never reverberated behind closed doors again.

Sometimes, Dennis would fold himself to sit neatly on the floor and lean against Titus' legs, apparently entirely uninterested in anything but the slow pass of the man's hand through his hair, over his ears. He would rub his face against Titus' knee, and for all the world he'd seem like he was paying no attention to anything that was said.

But sometimes, someone would do the wrong thing. A word, a comment, a sneer. Titus' body would tense, and Dennis' eyes would slowly open. From where he stayed, resting his head against the man's knee, his glittering eyes would trickle across the room until they found the perpetrator. He would stare for a moment, taking it all in, and close them again.

He would be gone all night, and return fresh and happy and smelling like pennies.

***

Chester didn't last long. 

The official story was that illness took him, but all the staff on duty that night would whisper amongst themselves, swear that they had seen two dark, shining eyes reflecting the light, glinting through the gap of the patriarch's doorway.

It didn't take much to bribe a coroner if your name was Danforth.

Titus moved into his father's rooms, gutted everything, and was in situ within a week.

***

Titus was unashamed about showering Dennis with gifts.

Whatever Dennis wanted, Dennis got. Often, he got things he'd never even thought to want, let alone ask for.

Clothes, made to measure and with space immaculately cut to provide openings for Dennis' soft, happily wagging tail.

Cars, shiny and bright, which Dennis didn't actually seem all that interested in, beyond smiling at the colours.

The finest food made by gourmet chefs, or the greasy takeout that made Titus grimace. The snacks that Dennis was partial to munching on in his indolent moments between the hunts that made his cheeks flush and eyes shine bright.

Shoes, jewellery, watches, gaming consoles, exotic plants, three entire cows whose entrails everyone was braced to scrape from the ground, but which Dennis only wanted to feed and pet and cuddle up next to in the afternoons.

Dennis never wanted for anything again, and Titus found it an entirely pleasing system.

Good boys did, after all, deserve treats.

[lancey-lance-963]

whitforth….titus melting under the barest amount of kindness. titus following dennis around after he asked him how his day was and smiled at him so genuinely. titus becoming attached to the man who doesn’t treat him like he’s something to be contained, becoming rather docile and sweet when approached with confidence and a clear lack of motives.

“see, everyone thinks you’re such a scary big dog, but really you’re just a puppy, aren’t you?”

-puppydogwhitaker

Omggggg @puppydogwhitaker I’m kissing you on the mouth

See he had braced himself for the beginning of their relationship- that angry, spitting, growling puppy who wanted nothing to do with him. Who Titus had to drag back inside for meals kicking and screaming. Who curled up on his side in their king sized bed at the furthest corner he could. Who spent all his time either outside in the dog kennel or inside hiding in the massive library reading medical textbooks. 

He was prepared for them to settle into that reluctant closeness his parents had, that despite it all they knew too much about each other to leave without mutually assured destruction. 

He doesn’t know what thawed Dennis towards him, but the first time he went downstairs for lunch and saw Dennis patiently waiting at the table made him stop and stare for a second. He was… pleasant. Asking him about what he was doing in his study. Asking him if the grounds were somewhere he liked to walk around. 

Titus waited for the other shoe to drop. Did he want a new car? Some privilege Titus had already forbidden? A blank check?

The first time Dennis laid close enough for Titus to feel his warmth, he couldn’t help but fixate on it. Dennis’s even breath and soft snuffles in his sleep. The way his curls splayed out on the dark silk pillows. (He looked like an angel in his bed.)

He caught himself lingering; in the library he’d bring Dennis a plate of snacks and water when he asked one of the maids to bring him something. He trailed after Dennis as he walked with the dogs through the same woods he had chased him down in. (At his heel, at his side, same as the hounds with how he trotted close.) 

He wanted to figure out this enigma. This person who grew up in humble midwestern hospitality. Who smiled at him and asked him how his day was without using it as a Segway into more “important” talk. 

“Can I come closer?” He’d whispered one night to Titus, who’d stiffened and replied with a curt “I suppose.” The line of his body next to his own was scalding. He took the answer as the awkward surprise Titus tried to stifle. 

He’d woken up intertwined with him, his face buried in Dennis’s chest, the rake of nails on his scalp making him rumble out a soft, sleepy noise. He couldn’t help but press his face into Dennis’s throat to feel his pulse on his cheek. How long had it been since someone touched him this gently without having been paid?

He realized dimly this might be a trap. He was letting his guard down. But as the hand swept over the broad plain of his muscular back he figured it wouldn’t be so bad to die by such gentle hands. 

Titus sighed, watching Dennis’s skin ripple with goosebumps. 

“Oh, big sigh.” Dennis murmured, voice still raspy with sleep. 

Titus didn’t bother snapping at him.

[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

Dirty Ought Trill

Summary: The Danforth's hunting dogs have a different prey than usual.

Warnings: Dubious consent, primal play, pet play, less than canon typical violence, suggestive themes but no actual smut (sorry)

Relationship: Titus Danforth/Dennis Whitaker

Note: I listened to way too much Tyler Childers while writing this so if anything that's why they're ooc lol

An hour should have been enough.

Enough time to cover his tracks and lay enough false trails to send the Danforth’s hunting dogs on a wild goose chase across the estate. What he didn't account for, though, was the fact that the team of three Redbone Coonhounds was being led by the family’s most prized bloodhound: Titus Danforth.

A sharp whistle pulled Dennis out of his thoughts, the baying of the hounds growing closer each second as he sprinted through the dense undergrowth. He was bleeding; he could feel the trickle of warmth running down his calf from where he had gotten snagged by a piece of barbed wire a half a mile back. The dogs caught the scent quickly, and Dennis knew that he’d been intentionally flushed into the hidden obstacle.

Dennis’s breath was running ragged; unable to get a full breath with the thick leather collar around his throat tightened just enough to be uncomfortable. He could feel his legs beginning to shake from the exertion. The hunt had been going on for two hours now; two hours of running broken only when the howling died down enough for Dennis to feel safe to slump against a tree. As soon as the first yip met his ears, Dennis had taken off again, and repeated the cycle. But he was losing ground now. Too much ground.

“Here kitty kitty kitty kitty!”

Dennis ignored the ache in his legs as Titus’s patronizing voice rang out through the forest. The fact that he could hear him over the howling dogs was scarier than the hounds themselves.

Like some sick joke, a large pine tree appeared in front of him. The branches of which, were just high enough for Dennis to be able to jump and grab. Giving in to the instinct inside him, he latched onto the first branch he could reach and hauled himself up.

He was being treed. Well and truly.

Pine sap coated his hands and worked its way into the small cuts the jagged bark carved into Dennis’s palms as he climbed. He got about ten feet up before he saw the first hound jump at the base of the tree. He immediately pulled both his legs up, staring in horror as the rest of the pack joined the first.

“Good boys,” Titus drawled, sauntering in behind his dogs and looking up into the pine.

Dennis was still against the thick trunk of the tree, the tremble of his hands betraying the snarl he wore on his face. Blood was dripping onto the forest floor, splashing against the leaves in front of Titus’s sturdy boots. Dennis flinched as one of the dogs jumped up at him, causing the metal tags on his collar to jingle against one another.

“Thought we were out here huntin’ a cougar but it looks like we got ourselves a puppy instead!” Titus yelled, grabbing the dogs’ attention with a sharp whistle.

He threw a treat up near where Dennis stood, and the dogs jumped for it, their jaws snapping up at Dennis’s heels. The boy scrambled further up the tree in fear. The thought of the hounds sinking their teeth into his Achilles heel enough to send him higher.

“You know, I don't think I've ever met a puppy that could climb,” Titus mused, “But then again, you've always been a bit peculiar, huh Den?”

The snarl that left Dennis’s throat was animalistic.

“Fuck. You.” he spat.

Titus laughed cruelly, his lips curling up over his teeth in a sneer.

“Maybe we've got ourselves a cat after all,” he teased, drawing another snarl from Dennis.

With another whistle, Titus recalled the dogs. They immediately trotted back to his side, sitting down and looking up at their master with tongues lolling to the sides. Titus let his hand find one of their heads and run his fingers through their fur lovingly. “Good boys. I'll finish up here, go home.”

On cue, the dogs bolted back towards the estate proper, leaving only the two men in the woods.

“Come on now, pup,” Titus called, “Game’s over. Don't be a sore loser.”

A sudden streak of disobedience struck through Dennis as he smirked down at the man below him.

“Is it over? Because from up here it looks like you still haven't caught me.” His voice was hoarse with exertion, but the snark did exactly what he had planned it to.

Titus’s face fell from the mocking smile that had been plastered on to something cold and calculating that Dennis recognized from the day he met the man. He seemed to pause to think for a second before digging his hand into his hunting vest. Dennis had looked up and away defiantly, but two sharp noises made his gaze whipped back down to the predator below.

Clink

Zzts

The small whoosh that followed sent a shiver of fear down the younger man’s spine.

Titus gripped the Zippo lazily, fixing his glare on Dennis once more. The flame cast a warm light under his chin and threw shadows everywhere else.

Dennis couldn't help but think that this. This right here was The Devil his mother warned him of.

“I'll burn the whole forest down,” Titus deadpanned, “just to smoke you out, pup.”

Titus brought his free hand up to the base of the tree and poked at a glob of sap that had begun to harden alongside the deep scratches in the bark left by his dogs. Carefully, and without breaking eye contact with his quarry above him, he brought the flame towards the bark. The sap began to bubble and crackle.

“Fuck stop! I'm coming down!”

Titus pulled the zippo away and extinguished it with a flourish before tucking it away while watching Dennis begin to shimmy down the tree.

“You're a psychopath, you know that right?” Dennis sighed as he hopped from the lowest branch and landed in the leaves below.

Titus surged forward, pining the young man against the trunk of the tree. Dennis hissed as the bark tug into his back while Titus shoved his thigh between Dennis’s legs.

“A winner.,” Titus corrected with a growl next to his ear, his hand sneaking to his belt as Dennis began to rock against his thigh.

“Fuck, yeah okay. You win.” Dennis sighed, unable to keep himself from rutting. His head dropped back in pleasure as Titus nipped at the skin below his ear.

Click

Dennis froze as Titus pulled back with a sadistic smile. His gaze dropped to Titus’s hand and the dark strip of leather that was now coiled around it. He tugged it sharply downward, and Dennis fell forward into the man’s chest at the pull of his collar.

“And you're my prize, aren't you, pup?”

[puppydogwhitaker]

Hi I read "walk titus by the dick" and blacked out with a vision of clipping a leash to a piercing 🫪🫪

titus got some piercings during a rebellious phase in college. for a family of devil worshippers, they were surprisingly concerned with traditional appearances. most of them were taken out over the years, except…

he just kept it. didn’t see the harm in it. he didn’t really fuck many people, it never got brought up in conversation. he almost forgot that he had it, that not everyone walked around with titanium in their junk.

and then dennis happened. supposedly sweet dennis, who just wanted a housekeeping position.

the first time he saw it, dennis fucking giggled.

“oh, what’s this?” dennis asked, reaching to fiddle with the metal. titus shivered at the feeling. “that feel good, puppy?”

it escalated from there.

titus didn’t wear a collar. that was too much and also fucking embarrassing. but dennis and him liked the puppy thing too much to let that stop them. when dennis walked in with a fucking leash from petco, titus wanted to die.

they didn’t walk out of his room with the whole set-up ever, but dennis would putter around the private areas, dusting titus’s headboard, shoving clothes in a hamper, wiping off his bathroom counters with the leash wrapped around his wrist. sometimes titus would not pay attention and the insistent tugging jolted him back into reality.

dennis liked walking titus like a dog, it was what he deserved.

[modernlovez]

Difference in crossover ship dynamics

[whiitkrs]

lost, little sacrificial lamb dennis whitaker getting roped (kidnapped) into an arranged marriage with titus danforth after seeing some things he wasn't meant to see... 🙂↕️🙂↕️

[oh3mgeealexx]

whitforth is real and true