Fanart of Grace from the fic "as alive as you need me to be" by Man_Who_Sold_The_World (aka @labyrinthphanlivingafacade ) PLEASE GO READ IT GUYS PLEASE ITS SO GOOD PLEASEā
Sorry anyways, blood/deaths below the cut
Grace MacCaullay and denying the way blood covers her hands, seeping into her skin the more she kills Titus. The violent nature that Titus believes she's pushing away, unwilling to examine just how easily she resorts to violence when it comes to him.
It didnāt click to him how long heād stood there.
With one steadying breath, Andrew spoke.
āNo.ā
āSuit yourself." There was a pause. Smurf was certainly making a face, but Andrew couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Just know Iām not taking you back when you canāt handle it, Andrew.ā She said with an air of dismissiveness.
Like nothing, Julia and Andrew were left standing beneath that bridge.
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Or,
What if instead of leaving Julia alone underneath that bridge at 18, Andrew decided to stay with her?
On ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83768656/chapters/220786531
Pairing: Titus Danforth & Male!Reader (can also be seen as romantic, not explicitly one or the other)
Tags: Age regression, CG!Titus, Little!Reader, Silent Tantrums, Mentions of Canon-Typical Violence, Nature, Baths
Softness is weakness. It's what got him slapped over and over and over because he couldn't seem to learn.
Maybe he was a man of softness. At least, capable of it.
He couldn't seem to grasp just how capable he was of it, until he met you.
Which is not to say Titus Danforth changed in his entirety. Titus never veered off the path that had been carved for him since the day he was born, but that didn't mean he couldn't step into the grass from time to time.
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Or, Male/Masc Little Reader spending a day with Titus as his caregiver
Franklin House is so them and I couldn't get it out of my head. My phone is struggling with 1:50min so im splitting it up bc I've thought out the whole song ššš
i think titus is really secretly a brat when heās worked up. like yeah heās a psycho, but some good cock can calm him down, yk?
you could tell by the rough slam of the door and the gruffness in his breathing that he was mad. it was easy to tell by now, you had been married for years.
"titus? my love, i'm in the bedroom!" you called, you brows furrowing slightly in concern. titus' heavy footsteps were loud as he treks from the front door to your shared bedroom.
you were reading your current book when he had to leave for a family meeting. you didn't mind, though you missed your cuddle buddy. you had hoped it wouldn't upset him too much, but here we are.
he grunts as he falls onto the bed, crawling up to rest his body on top of yours, his head on your chest. "those stupid fuckers, i can't stand them sometimes. they never understand what i'm saying, they never listen, they just fuckin' ignore me all the time!" he rants, his eyes focused but not on you. you could tell he wasn't mentally with you. he needed to calm down.
luckily, you knew the best way to do that.
"titus, baby, look at me," you muttered, sliding your fingers through his hair to make him crane his head to make eye contact. he listened, because who was he to disobey his husband?
"i know you're mad, my love. your family isn't the best, i've seen how they ignore you firsthand. butā¦ they're not here anymore. it's just me and you, right? and i listen to you, baby, anytime and anything." you say, massaging his scalp as you use the certain tone that makes him weak every time.
"and right nowā¦ i think you need to use your mouth for something else, right? don't you think so? it always helps to calm you down." his eyes snap to yours and they glisten immediately.
he nods and scoots himself down your body, his hands eagerly undoing the bow of your pajama pants and sliding them down. he hums in satisfaction as your cock was already plumping up in your boxers.
"can i?" he asks nicely, looking up at you. always so nice. so polite and patient for you. only you.
you give him a nod and he gets to work. he slides your boxers down, letting your erection bob up. he smiles and quickly latches onto it, suckling and humming around your tip. his tongue swipes along all of the veins before wriggling against your slit.
you groan and close your book, setting it on the bedside table as you readjust. your hands go down to grip his hair. you don't pull or guide, it's just to let him know you're still there. he always needed this sfter a difficult interaction with his family(which is any interaction with his family). it helped him calm down and gave him something to focus on completely.
he was oh so good at it too.
titus opens his mouth further, slipping down your cock until his nose was nestled into your pubes. he loved this part the most. his mouth was full of you, his nose was surrounded by your scent, he couldn't think of anything else.
titus' hips roll int the mattress as he guzzles you down, swallowing and sucking harder. his eyes close and he moans around your length, his movements growing sloppy and needy as he falls into they familiar fuzzy headspace.
you shift and grip his hair tighter, slowly starting to slide your cock deeper into his throat. once titus got like this, you knew he needed you to take over. to take all responsibility and control.
you start thrusting into his throat, taking all the pleasure you could get before blowing your load down his throat. titus swallows it all greedily, his own pants growing wet with his own spend, as he had finished in his pants.
you pull him off of your now softened cock and manuver his body to cuddle him into your chest like before.
"sweet boy.. you just needed some cock to calm down, huh? go to sleep, baby, we'll talk about what happened later. you need the rest." you whisper to him, as titus was already half asleep. you kiss his forehead before closing your eyes too.
Pairing: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Past Jack Abbot/Jack Abbot's Wife
Tags: Age regression, Trans!Jack Abbot, Little!Jack, Caregiver!Robby, Transphobia, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Summary:
Jack Abbot spent twenty six years of his life believing he was a girl, that he was just odd. After coming to terms with his transness, he builds his life on secrets and hiding himself because it was the only way to keep himself safe.
He has to relearn how to exist outside the boundaries of the military, how to reconcile his ideas of what masculinity is with who he wants to be, with who he is. He learns that not everything he does makes him weak, that instead, they become a testament to his strength. After decades, he slowly learns to be gentle and to take comfort.
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Or, the Trans!Jack Abbot fic that I needed. One where he begins regressing and learns how to be kind to himself.
A story of Jack's life growing up trans from 1975-2026.
Where Jack and Robby get together and Robby gets to treat Little!Jack with all the kindness and comfort he should've gotten.
Guys why is coming up with little plot points for a fic so hard. Like damn you're telling me i gotta break down this grand idea i had an make it functional?
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