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cassius-the-kitten · 5 months

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General Headcanons (DDADDS x Reader)

warnings: just a lot of x reader fluff, also swearing in some sections, also some alcohol mentions

Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Robert Small x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader

Brian Harding

Brian loves to cook, even if he’s better at grilling. he will cook you bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes every morning. it’s honestly a miracle that nothing ends up burnt, because he does it all at once like some sort of multitasking magician.

he may be a general contractor, but he’s got Very clumsy hands. nothing in his house is glass or ceramic because he WILL drop it. it’s all plastic cups from here on out.

thankfully he is very, very careful and extra mindful when he cooks. to the point where you shouldn’t have a conversation with him during his cooking because he will have a hard time keeping up with you due to the 5 million other things he is doing.

his dadbook profile isn’t wrong. he thinks a lot about how much smarter Daisy is than him.

but in Daisy’s defense, Brian is a himbo, through and through.

he cannot get any social cues ever and is absolutely clueless when someone obviously has a crush on him. he’s the type of guy to think you’re just being nice to him when you’re flirting.

he genuinely just likes having friendly competition, he has no clue why the dadsona seems to hate him and is getting so frustrated with losing.

and Brian’s autistic, which actually makes a lot of sense because of him missing every social cue ever.

over half of his wardrobe is button-up shirts and cargo shorts of various colors. he actually wearing socks and sandals… and even crocs. thankfully he sometimes has the decency to wear normal sneakers or even boots outside.

if you get him a button-up shirt, he will love you forever. he basically collects them.

believe it or not, but Brian was born in Florida. his parents just decided to move up to Massachusetts when he was little. his parents have since then moved back down to Florida for retirement. he and Daisy visit them sometimes for the winter holidays. one time they made the mistake of visiting during summer, and have never visited Florida in summertime since then due to the heat.

he is a very warm man. not just when he’s sleeping. he is a furnace. if you hug him for long enough, you will be sweaty by the time you come out of it.

his love language is physical affection. he just loves to pick up people and hug them and cuddle them whenever it’s socially acceptable to do so.

he’s like a dog sometimes. if you have a job and you get home after he does, he will be ECSTATIC and like Maxwell, will immediately come up to the door to greet you with kisses and hugs.

and like a grizzly bear, he’s pretty fond of fish. Brian just prefers whitefish like cod or haddock to salmon, but he’ll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him.

unless it’s spicy. Brian cannot handle any spice hotter than black pepper. on good days he can eat some semi-spicy chicken wings and enjoy himself, but only if he has a lot of water and coleslaw on hand to eat with it.

Brian actually likes piña coladas. it’s his favorite alcoholic drink besides beer, and it’s usually his second choice if he’s got a sweet tooth that day. but he doesn’t drink that often, actually.

honestly, he’s probably gone to Margaritaville with Joseph at one point. Joseph kinda meant it as a date but Brian had no clue and was so oblivious that Joseph thought that it was on-purpose in a passive-aggressive manner.

Hugo Vega

Hugo is autistic and his special interests are wrestling and literature. Ernest is also autistic. i will die on this hill

sometimes he writes a bit of poetry in his spare time, though he’s quite insecure about it so he has never shown it to anyone. a lot of them have allusions to other pieces of literature or wrestling.

the poetry writing is funny because i imagine that when he was first put into a poetry course in highschool he probably Hated it because he just couldn’t pick up much on the metaphors and the tone of the piece (just like me fr). but later in his life Hugo definitely gained an appreciation for poetry and started to write a bit of it after the divorce just to deal with his feelings.

he’s always willing to give constructive criticism. to anyone. sometimes he comes off as judgemental when he does that and he doesn’t realize it

Hugo speaks Spanish fluently, and knows a little bit of French. he actually grew up speaking Spanish and English in a bilingual household because his parents immigrated from Mexico.

he also celebrates Día de los Muertos and has since he was a child. it is his favorite holiday due to the symbolism, even if he ends up just celebrating it from home with Ernest. it’s actually one of the few things they still bond over — just decorating, making food, and Hugo going over some family history with Ernest.

this man works hard to keep his house as clean as possible. and he works hard to try and get Ernest to clean his room, which works maybe half the time. sometimes Hugo caves in and can’t help but to go in there and clean it himself if it gets bad and Ernest is out. he makes sure to try and put everything back where he found it, unless it was on the floor. then he puts it on Ernest’s bed.

Hugo isn’t much of a movie or TV show type of guy, unless they are an adaptation of a book. then he reads the book and then watches the movie\TV show. then he writes a review of it to get his thoughts and feelings out, and he Will send it to you if he trusts you enough. but only if you’ve watched it. Hugo believes heavily in the sanctity of not giving out unwanted spoilers.

he’s got a guilty pleasure of watching bad horror movies. this is canon. go replay Hugo’s second date and you will find this piece of dialogue which i hold near to my heart.

he can’t really handle good horror movies. horror movies that are good at scaring people, anyway.

he could probably crush a watermelon between his thighs. or his arms. if you ask him if he could crush a watermelon, he would be Very confused because he doesn’t know the trend(? was it a trend or did i imagine that???)

“…what? Why would I want to crush a watermelon between my thighs? I don’t like watermelon. Neither does Ernest. Honestly, I don’t know the last time he’s ever willingly eaten a vegetable or fruit.”

but then he’d be very surprised if you showed him videos of people doing it. he’d just stare with interest, impressed by the muscles.

if you manage to do it, he’ll actually start blushing so hard that he has to try and hide his face.

speaking of, he actually does try to hide his face a lot when he realizes he’s blushing. it’s very cute because he also can’t hold back a very embarrassed smile when he does so.

Mat Sella

Mat’s kind of a punk, alternative, and rock music guy, but he also really likes R&B, indie, and even some of those catchy pop songs.

his handwriting is very, very neat and pretty. he writes in cursive a lot, but only because he thinks it’s pretty and he’s just used to writing in it a lot.

he takes very, very good care of his hair. he also is the one mainly taking care of Carmensita’s hair, since she has a general disregard for taking the leaves and twigs out of it after she plays outside. so Mat is the one doing hair clean-up duty all the time.

he also cleans Carmensita’s glasses after she comes inside after playing. because she refuses to clean her glasses.

thankfully, Mat is good at cleaning and likes to clean. obviously he bakes almost every other day for both the Coffee Spoon and himself. music is playing on the record player while he’s baking or cleaning, unless he’s doing some late-night cleaning when Carmensita is asleep; that’s one of the few times he wears headphones in the house

he takes headphones with him everywhere he goes, though. he has a little bowl next to the front door with his keys and headphones in it so he doesn’t forget them

he loves coffee, to say the least. he brews a cup every morning, it’s almost like a ritual to him at this point. he just enjoys the process and relishes in it every day. it’s almost like it’s own type of therapy for him.

if it turns out that you don’t like coffee, however — he will act like a normal person and say “oh, okay” and just not make you drink coffee. he’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to share his morning coffee time with both of you having a cup.

but if you at all try to join him on his coffee time with your own drink, just sitting in the morning and soaking up the sunlight and happy silence, he’ll be over the moon sharing that time.

we all know that he has the tendency to talk too much when he’s anxious, so moments like these where you’re just sitting together, mostly silent, is his favorite.

Mat just isn’t much of a talker when he’s super comfortable. so cuddling will be pretty quiet, too.

Mat grew up with cats, and absolutely adores them to the point where he is so tempted to turn the Coffee Spoon into a cat cafe. the only reason he hasn’t adopted any cats is because each time he is confronted with the idea he is incapable of making any decision and gets anxious.

but if you like cats, you’re totally getting a cat together. especially if you give him any kind of confidence when you’re around, like Rosa used to.

Mat isn’t an alcohol kind of guy. not since Carmensita was born, anyway. he also just doesn’t really like the taste of beer and other alcoholic drinks. he prefers the bitter coffee taste (couldn’t be me).

Mat does drink tea sometimes, but not often. maybe once a month he treats himself to a cup of tea.

Rosa actually really liked tea, so part of the reason Mat doesn’t drink it that often is because it reminds him of Rosa.

Robert Small

the man is Big. 6’3” and pretty chunky, so yeah. he’s pretty intimidating, and not just because of his RBF (resting bitch face).

speaking of RBF, he looks constantly mildly ticked off when in reality he is thinking about what he’s having for dinner. sure, he has plenty of other expressions, but they’re not quite as common as his “looks like he’s thinking of committing multiple crimes” look.

this man wakes up with some serious bedhead — hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, not because of the way he sleeps but because of Betsy. sometimes she gets up and sleeps right next to his head. and sometimes she gives Robert’s hair a bit of a nibble.

he really gives the whole “raccoon at the dumpster” type of look.

sometimes he volunteers at the animal shelter but only really late in the day when nobody except Mary is there. he usually brings a flask of whiskey with him to share with her, but Mary isn’t super keen on drinking around the animals.

he’s more like a cat than he is a dog. he likes to just sit in the general vicinity those he likes without saying anything while they talk for hours on end and he gives acknowledging feedback. usually just a blink and a nod.

but sometimes, very rarely, if he loves likes you enough, he’ll smile as he stares right at you, saying nothing.

if you end up dating him and move in with him, you could be doing literally anything and then turn around to find him staring at you with a smile that he tries to hide. sometimes he can’t believe that he’s in a healthy relationship after all the heartache he’s suffered.

but it’s also unnerving when you do something kinda embarrassing, like struggling to find a midnight snack, and then you just turn around and this big old man is just staring at you like my a cat waiting for you to go back to your bedroom.

remember how i said he’s more cat than dog? scratch that. if you have a job or god forbid, leave home without him, he will wait for you to come home. he will check the front door any time he hears even a little noise, very excited to see you, until he realizes you’re not home yet.

he counts down the hours and minutes until you get home from work. if it was socially acceptable for him to drive you to work and sit in your work’s parking lot the entire time and spend it waiting for you, he would do it.

if he can go with you somewhere, he will. even if it’s a 5 minute trip to the grocery store and it will take him longer to get dressed than to go with you, you better wait because he is coming with.

the second you come through that door? he is getting up off the couch that he moved to purely so he would be closer to the door and he, like Betsy, is coming directly towards you to ask you how your day was and if you brought anything back for him.

if you critique any of his whiskey then he will break out into a very passionate rant about the best kind of whiskey is the kind that makes you almost die a little bit on the inside when you take a shot.

idk why, but i feel like if he and Saul Goodman met, they’d be best friends. they’d pull off the best grifts together.

also Robert fucking loves Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. he just rewatches it over and over again as a comfort show even though it doesn’t provide any comfort whatsoever. his faves are Saul and Nacho

he will force you to watch Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul. or at the very least, he explain the plotline.

Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul is the Only reason that he has a Netflix subscription. there is no other reason he’d ever need one.

also Robert fucking hates Margaritaville. Joseph took him there once — Robert got sick from the Cheeseburger in Paradise, and now Robert vows to never step foot in one of those damn restaurants ever again.

Robert doesn’t like margaritas, so maybe it was doomed from the start.

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average-dilf-enjoyer · 7 months

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KINKTOBER

Day 1: Voyeurism/mutual masturbation + Robert Small (Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator)

Pairing: Robert/Dadsona

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Slightly dubcon if you squint, idk this is just pure filth

A/N: I’ve been really busy and haven’t been able to write much, so I had to rush this. Not my best work, but I tried!

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You didn’t mean for it to happen.

You and Robert had spent the night hanging out, and it was fun. You went bar hopping, smashed a car window with a rock (it was an accident!), snuck into the movies, got pizza, almost got into a fight with a couple of kids (also an accident)- you felt like a teenager again. And when he invited you inside back at his house, well… how could you say no?

You weren’t intending to sleep with Robert.

But you did.

The whole thing started out innocently enough. Robert told you ridiculous stories you knew were either lies or so exaggerated they might as well have been while you wondered if maybe what he was telling you was somehow true. Somewhere in between his telling of the time someone was murdered right in front of him in Spain and the story of when he was chased by two bears at once during a camping trip, neither of which you believed for even one second, you became extremely aware of your need to use bathroom.

“Hey Robert, where’s your bathroom?”

He gestured to the hallway across from where you were sitting on his couch. “Left door at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back,” you assured him, then rushed off to relieve yourself.

Not even ten minutes later, you were finished up. When you walked back into the living room, though, Robert was gone. ‘What is this guy’s deal?’ you thought, confused as to where he could have vanished to in the last few minutes.

And then you heard it. A groan. It was quiet, barely there, but still. You heard it. Was that Robert? Was something wrong? What was going on? “Robert?” you called.

No response. Of course.

Against your better judgement, you decided to try and find the source of the noise, and oh boy, did you find it.

You peeked in a doorway and saw Robert on his bed, pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, dick in hand. Your face immediately burst into flames. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you shouted, slamming the door. Holy shit, what did you just do? Why did you look in there? Why was he masturbating with his door open?!

You stood there stewing in your own embarrassment for a moment before you remembered that you probably shouldn’t be right outside his door. You turned to leave, but just as you took a step-

“You can come in.”

What? You hadn’t heard him move, so you assumed that he wasn’t decent… but maybe you were just too busy being mortified at yourself to pay attention. You tentatively cracked open the door and peeked inside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, facing directly towards you. His cock still sat hard and very noticeable between his legs. ‘Oh, he wants me to see,’ you finally realized. “Robert..?”

“Hey.” He sounded so casual, like he wasn’t sitting right in front of you with his dick out.

You looked at the floor awkwardly. "Hey. Uh... if you need privacy I can leave." You refused to meet his gaze. Looking just felt like a really bad idea.

"Do you want to leave?"

It was such a simple question, really. But it was fucking loaded with consequences. But you couldn't help the fact that your dick was getting hard at just the insinuation of what might happen if you said no, and he looked so fucking good. The words fell out of your mouth before you even had time to think about it.

"No."

Robert smirked, fucking smirked, and that's when you knew you were done for. "Good."

You watched as he took his dick in his hand again, keeping his eyes locked on you as he stroked himself. You felt weak and uncomfortably warm, unsure of what the hell you were supposed to do or how you should respond.

Lucky for you, he sensed your apprehension. "You gonna just stand there?" he questioned, eyes flicking down to the growing bulge in your pants.

"What do you want me to do?" You felt fucking stupid, standing in the doorway watching your friend (?) jerk himself off.

He chuckled. "Masturbate."

You nodded and moved to undo your belt. You liked how simple he made it. Yes, or no. There was no third option, no guessing, no games. It felt easier that way.

"Yeah, that's it," he groaned once you slide down your underwear. "You sure you wanna do this?" One last chance to back out. You should have taken it, you knew it. But your dick was already out and so was his. It felt a bit too late to turn back, and honestly, you didn't really want to.

So you nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He nodded in return. “Alright.” His eyes moved to your dick and then back up to your eyes, looking at you expectantly.

Shit, this was embarrassing. Masturbating by yourself was fine, but in front of another person? That was a whole different story. But you were in too deep. Hesitating would only make things more awkward. You closed your eyes as you took yourself into your hand. Meeting his eyes felt like too much right now. Maybe you could just pretend he wasn’t there. Except you could feel his eyes on you and you were still standing in his doorway, and you could hear him too- the sound of his hand sliding up and down his dick, his quiet groans.

You opened your eyes slightly, curiosity overcoming your shyness. Oh, wow. His eyes were on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, while his hand pumped his cock, which was fucking beautiful- long and thick and wet with precum. You moaned and let your head fall back as you squeezed your hand tighter around your cock, looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me,” Robert rasped.

You knew there was no arguing with him, so you tore your gaze from the ceiling and met his eyes. You were panting now, that familiar pressure building up inside you. You moved your hand faster, chasing your release. And from the looks of it, Robert was doing the same.

“Shit, you look so fucking sexy,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

“So do you,” you managed to reply. You thought you sounded fucking stupid, but he seemed to like it, because he started pumping his hand faster.

“Shit,” he grunted. “I’m gonna cum. You gonna cum? You gonna cum with me?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m gonna cum with you.” Your orgasm was fast-approaching now, your mind foggy and all senses other than pleasure numbed.

Within moments he was cumming, and you followed shortly after, spilling onto his carpet. You propped yourself up against the doorframe, panting. “Holy shit…”

Robert just laughed and laid back on the bed. “Yeah…”

You looked down at the floor, where your cum was seeping into the carpet. “Shit, it got on the floor. Sorry.”

Robert propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at you with that dangerously attractive smirk. “Trust me, I don’t mind.”

You laughed lightly. “So, uh… that happened.”

“Yeah. It did.” Robert sat up fully again, a playful look in his eyes. “Give me a few minutes and then it’s round two. Sound good?”

You grinned. “Very.”

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

But God, were you glad it did.

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