DietMarzipan
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“Dude, as great as it feels, I think this massage is in danger of heading into bad touch territory. I don’t want to have to call the manager, but I will if that hand goes any higher. Man, I thought that this was a respectable establishment, not a “happy ending” kind of place.” Dave lifted his head right as Dirk’s hand slid even higher, watching as it lightly squeezed the soft muscles in his thigh. “Uh.”
”Have you really considered all of your options?” Dirk asked quietly.
”Uh.” Dave repeated as the hand brushed dangerously close to his groin.
(Written for the Stridercest 2025 Secret Santa, with minor edits, complete!)
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Growing up, your brother had plagued your every thought. The one from your universe, who had died long before you were born. How could you not, when the empty world you had inhabited was littered with his influence. Everywhere you looked, there he was. Dilapidated billboards advertising his movies-turned-propaganda, giant artifacted statues of liberty scattered across the earth, not to mention the glut of memorabilia plastered all over your apartment. It was like he wanted you to grow up haunted by his absence. Maybe he thought he was being ironic. Maybe he knew you’d become obsessed.
(Dirk/Dave non-con somno fic for Drone Season 2025, complete!)
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After an unfortunate incident, a young Bro tries to raise Dave by himself.
Little did he know, raising a kid is hard. Its hard and nobody understands.
(Written for the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition March 2025 Writing Competition, complete!)
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Even just in his loose grip, Dave could feel a strange energy emanating from the glasses, like a low current of electricity that made his fingertips tingle and itch.
“Maybe this was a bad idea. Give them back, we’ll just watch a movie and I’ll suck you off, or something.”
Dirk reached for the glasses, wiping any evidence of disappointment from his expression as he did so. But Dave’s grip tightened, pulling away slightly as Dirk’s eyebrow raised from genuine surprise.
”No, fuck you. I’m doing this.”
And without another word, Dave placed them firmly upon his nose.
(Part of the 2025 Valentines Stridercest exchange, complete!)
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David Lalonde, burnt out and fed up, finds himself spending the night alone in a hotel bar with the company of a young musician by the name of Dirk Strider.
(Oneshot, complete!)
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Just two grown men fucking and having feelings about it.
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05 Jan 2026