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When are you going to update second hand roses? I'm impatiently waiting for the Mat part ):

im gonna do my best to write today & tomorrow, i’m workin on damien’s chapter at the moment 

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K so I know that Robert and Hugo have precious little interaction, but humor me.

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damien: My packer, a five inch shaft of a beautiful vanilla-glitter violet swirl, with an authentic Victorian era cameo encrusted in the right ballsack, commissioned by a pair of British morticians whom I came into contact with by chance at the forum w w w dot austere and audacious dot net, cost me $8,000.00, and

robert, with his pants around his ankles: i named MY dick “the jerking devil”

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Your Brian fic is /amazing/, so good. Lord knows there's not enough Brian content, thank you.

everyone says there's not enough mat or hugo content (and there's not) but......, guys,, b r i a n,,,,,,

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Do u have Jesus hands because the way you type and write the stories are so unique like my god I never reread something and I read one of the ddadds fanfic ten times already

j e S u S h a n d S

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YOOOOOOOOO "Home Depot Smell" IN YOUR LATEST SMUT HAS ME YODELING IM LAUGHING SO HARD!!!!! GOOD FIC BUT OH MY GOD IM STILL LAUGHING!!!! SCREAM!

HE SMELLS LIKE HOME DEPOT NO ONE CAN PROVE ME WRONG

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Fluff to smut: Brian and Dadsona are cuddling & watching romantic comedies that end up with the movies only being background noise

Okay, lets be real here. One of the most relatable things in life has to be love. Why else would there be a romantic subplot in almost every single movie ever conceived?

Humor, of course, has to be a close second. I haven’t met one person without a sense of humor, as small as some may have been.

So what happens when you put them together? Two positives make a double positive, right?

Ha. Nope.

Every single rom-com movie is the same. Two wacky people, who follow the same Stoic person/Goofy person stereotype, come together in a happenstance event and fall in love.

It’s predictability is mind blowing, to say the least. All of these movies write their damn selves. I guess that’s why they’re so popular and abound. Hollywood has been dealing with a drought of original ideas for a while now.

Brian loves them. He could sit and watch those cheesy, flirty films and listen to the same old jokes and punchlines forever if I let him.

It’s Christmas time, and that means Hallmark- one of Brian’s top ten favorite channels- is playing their movie marathon, packed with these awful films back to back. Needless to say, if I took a shot every time someone said ‘the spirit of Christmas’ or a variation thereof, I’d forget how to speak in no less than thirty minutes.

Once upon a time, I told myself I’d never watch a rom-com again unless it had over a 90% on Rotten Tomatoes. Yet here I am, laying on the couch with Brian, six hours into the marathon, head pounding with either nausea or sleepiness.

It’s 11pm. Daisy went off to bed an hour ago. I have long since turned on my side to cuddle into Brian’s warm, fresh chest. I’d have gone to bed already if I had enough willpower to pull myself away from our cozy tangle of limbs.

Brian’s deep breaths hold a steady rhythm and lull me like a lullaby. The background noise of the movie fades in my ears as I feel the gentle pull of sleep on my consciousness. And with a violent tug, I’m dreaming.

Light forms out of darkness. I feel soft, like I’m surrounded by a cloud of blankets. I can feel someone on top of me. A fresh, piney scent tingles my nostrils. He feels nice. He’s saying something, but I can’t figure out what.

A snug pressure slides upwards in between my legs. I don’t question it. My thighs tighten around it as I roll my hips against whatever it may be. Pleasure burns in the lower half of my body.

“Brian,” I hear myself say. My vision focuses on a blob of orange and white. Yeah, it’s definitely Brian. That explains a lot- the warmth, the Home Depot smell, and the reason why I feel so good. Only he can do this; only he can fill me with so much tension, only he can make me scream…

I shudder. One night in particular, he had to gag me because he thought someone would hear- even though we were in a cabin, at least a mile away from anyone. In the woods. Alone.

Sometimes I can’t help myself. Brian’s just so big. He’s always gentle to me and does his best to control himself, but that means he goes as slow as possible each time he thrusts into me… inch by agonizing inch…

I shudder again. The pleasure inside of me is building rapidly. I think I started moaning while I was lost in thought, but I can’t quite remember.

My gut twists and tightens in an attempt to hold onto the feeling for a bit longer. It felt euphoric, but it didn’t last forever- as much as I wanted it to.

I reach my climax, and just like that, I jolt into reality. My eyes fly open and large arms tighten around me while it racks my body.

The realization hits me like a bus. I fell asleep and started rutting against his leg while he watched. He watched me squirm. He watched me moan. He watched me cum in my pants.

I clumsily untangle myself from him, fiery red flaming up in my cheeks. Brian laughs at my flustered movements and rolls aside, allowing me to get free and run to the bedroom to change clothes.

I’m already half naked by the time I hear the TV turn off. The door swings open and shut again. His calloused hands rub tense embarrassment out of my shoulders and guide me to the bed, laying me out sprawled on my back. Brian trails his mouth down my torso, lower and lower, and fuck.

I don’t think I’ll have to worry about watching another rom-com movie tonight.

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creations+damien

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heyo friend I just had to come here and tell you that your writing is a gift and you're a blessing and i check your AO3 every single day just to see if you've done anything new. you make my free time 100% more enjoyable!

this means a LOT I'm happy to hear this ty

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Hi there, I'm super shy and usually don't Anon people but I just found your blog and I love it so much. I love your writing style and your art style so much. So I'm reaching out to you to let you know that you are doing amazing. 💕

THANK YOU unfortunately im a struggling senior in high school (already) but!!!!! im doin my best to make some sweet original content

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can we keep her, dad?

reliving dream daddy one wholesome scene at a time

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gift for @prettysureimgayashell

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Brian loves raspberries

y e s i hc that joseph loves them too (and robert but he’d rather eat mothman’s ass than admit it)

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Not really a request,but I always thought Brian's route was adorable bc he's completely oblivious to your competitive behaviour and instead he's just agressivly trying to impress and woo you because he thinks your Super cute

just 

[[ AGGRESSIVELY IMPRESSES YOU BECAUSE I THINK YOU’RE CUTE AND I HAVE NO OTHER REAL WAY OF MAKING YOU THINK IM INTERESTING AND OH GOD IM SO AWKWARD WHAT DO I DO /UH/ HEY WANNA HEAR ABOUT THIS THING DAISY DID?? ]]

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Angst req.... Very jealous Brian ends up ruining things for himself when he falsely accuses Dadsona of cheating with his sexy friend Craig.

Brian is bad at showing his guilt. He’s always, always been one to impress people with how stable and right he is. And once he thinks he’s found the truth, it consumes him.

It was a day ago when Brian accused you of cheating on him with Craig. The entire basis of his argument was ludicrous- ‘you spend so much time with him’, ‘you work out with him huh?’, ‘why is Craig always messaging you?’. It went on and on and on. You had tears falling down your face; a look Brian would never forget, a look that would haunt him forever. But instead of chasing you when you walked out of the house, he watched from his window as you bolted across the street and into your ‘for sale’ house. 

It was three days ago when Brian accused you of cheating on him with Craig. No one’s come in or out of your house. Brian assumed you’d be coming back to him any day now; its usually how the fights went. You can’t stay in your house forever- it’s for sale, someone’s bound to buy it, and he doubts you would take it off the market over a stupid argument. Right? Brian’s thumb has been hovering over the ‘call’ button, but some nagging feeling inside of him is keeping him from pressing it. He was scared of hearing you so hurt again. He hoped you would come out soon.

It was one week ago when Brian accused you of cheating on him with Craig. He heard from Joseph that you left your house at around five in the morning and returned to your house with groceries. Later in the day, he watched you take down the ‘for sale’ sign. That should’ve been a sign that he should talk to you. Hell, all the dads and Daisy have been begging him to do something about this. Damien even had a bouquet ready. Brian shook his head at everyone, standing by himself. He’s not sure what’s worse; admitting he hurt you, or watching you slowly self-destruct. Brian didn’t want to know the answer.

It was one month ago when Brian accused you of cheating on him with Craig. Now Craig’s been going in and out of your house, bringing food, bringing gifts, doing so much more than Brian had been doing. He decided to call you the first night he saw it first happen, but you wouldn’t answer your phone. He tried knocking on your door, too- but when you answered, he didn’t know anything right to say for the first time in his life. He watched it all crumble before him, his apology, your heartbreak- and left with a door slammed in his face. He should’ve turned around and begged for your forgiveness. He should’ve done everything he could to make it up to you.

But he didn’t.

It’s been a year since Brian accused you of cheating on him with Craig. There he stands at the back of the venue, watching his imaginations and fears manifest before him. They came true not because of you, but because of him. If he had just talked to you instead of choking on the stubborn lump in his throat, he would’ve been the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle… not Craig. Brian’s heart aches, watching from afar as you walk down with an immaculate white suit and your hair slicked back, happier than you’ve been in a long time. 

Brian still has your cherry red toothbrush. He still has your old sweatshirt you forgot to take back when you came over to pick up your things. It’s stopped smelling like you a long, long time ago, but he sleeps with it every night to fill the empty space.

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need me some Brian appreciation plz love your writing ❤️

u heard it here guys. send Brian requests! ill be answering all the Brian ones today