Below is some general info about me, my account, my boundaries, and rules when requesting content. I encourage you to read it, but if you don't care, here's my masterlist.
He/Him/His
Adult
Gay man
Multi-fandom fanfic author
No consistent posting schedule, not obligated to fulfill any requests
My works consist of both minor-friendly and 18+ stories. Read accordingly, I'm not your mother so I just block underage accounts that interact with inappropriate content
Find my posts at #Unethically Bread (fics), #Unethically Baked (drabbles, headcanons, shortform content), #Unethically Burnt (non-writing related posts), and #Unethically Asks (responses to asks, not requests)
Hard Pass
These are the things that I will never, under any circumstances, write about or welcome on my blog.
Homophobia, Transphobia, and Terfs
Proship Content (incest/pedophilia)
Beastiality
Necrophilia
Scat/Piss/Vomit Kinks
Rape/Noncon
Ageplay/DDLG (nonsexual age regression welcome)
Explicit Self-Harm
Explicit NSFW with minors
Hell Yes
I like these things, and you'll likely see them on my blog. Feel free to request them.
Fandoms
Date Everything!
Red Dead Redemption 2
Baldur's Gate 3
Content
Fluff
Smut
Both F!Reader, M!Reader, GN!Reader, and all other readers outside and in-between
How do we feel about Robert x Flambae x Waterboy fan babies. Adopted or otherwise, make that man transgender if you so please.
I get the feeling Flambae has some very strong mother hen instincts locked away in him somewhere. Perhaps Robert has a tendency to spoil them like he does Beef, and also he's not great with children so he treats them like dogs sometimes. Especially toddlers. Has them trained to respond to whistles when out in public and gives them "treats" all the time. He tells Beef to sit and they squat down with the hefty little chihuahua and Robert doesn't even bat an eye. Flambae catches him often including them in the cheese tax and is not a fan. Waterboy cares for them deeply, and often the only time he feels calm, focused, and centered is when he has his babies in hand, much in contrast with Robert and Flambae who do not enjoy being woken up every hour on the hour to change a diaper or warm a bottle. I don't know, he's just so sweet in game.
I get reminded of him getting everyone's orders in the 3 a.m. taco run and I'm imagining him being the parent who gets them McDonalds and Pizza Hut and whatever else they want on the way home from daycare. I'm also a firm believer that his power is directly linked to his emotions, his anxiety specifically, and that over time he can and will come to better control it. He handles being a father very, very, very well and often finds he's less anxious when he's being a parent.
Flambae warming bottles in the crook of his bicep while cradling itty bitty baby in other arm. He knows how to do their hair, and dresses them in those cute little pinterest outfits. His babies are dressed like tiny adults with the absolute best style. While he encourages them to get into extracurriculars like dance and gymnastics and wrestling, he doesn't force them. He's just persistent.
Robert. Robert who is,,, so so so nervous to have kids. He's so worried that he'll mess them up, that he'll be just like his dad never around and always priming them for survival, that just by having them he's sentencing them to death in the Mecha Man suit.
Flambae who tells him, "What? No. You're not putting my babies in that fucking machine." And well that's sort of that.
Mecha Man Blue doesn't have any children, but Robert Robertson does. Now he's bringing along a toddler to office barbecues and repeatedly telling Malevola to stop giving them her sword.
I would certainly be willing! My writing schedule is all over the place at the moment, but if there are any characters people would really like to see then I'd make an effort to compose something nice.
My requests are always always open even if I don't do them all.
Imagine If The Household Was Free Use In Date Everything
(Author's Note: This is a tiny little drabble, equivalent to me just rambling to myself. I might make this into something bigger later. Not edited, no beta, minor grammar mistakes aplenty.)
Content Warning: 18+, Explicit NSFW, Unprotected Sex, P in V, Spanking, Facial, Degradation, Praise, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Threesomes, Group Sex, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), Dry Humping, Consensual Frottage, Minor Somnophilia (reader is lightly groped while sleeping, possible allusion to more), Squirting
GN!Reader; Reader has a vagina, terms used include sex, cunt, hole, pussy, clit, folds and bud.
WC: 1,460
Characters: Betty, Johnny Splash, Bathsheba, Freddy, Mitchell Linn, Dorian, Clarence/Dirk, Amir, Barry, Kopi
Thinking about free use Date Everything where the dateables all agree that since reader has been using them all this time whenever and however they please— including in some rather indecent ways— then they should be allowed to return the favor.
You go from being all on your own to suddenly having an entire house full of over a hundred attractive men, women, others and all who seem endlessly fascinated with you. In my head it's all post-love ending,
There are over a hundred people who want to fuck you. It's your turn to be treated like an object.
There is not a single room in your house that is safe. Every corner you turn there are greedy hands, eager mouths, throbbing dicks, slick pussies, loving caresses and gentle slaps and so many filthy words.
You wake before the sun has even risen to soft hands creeping up the expanse of your thighs, sliding up and squeezing appreciative handfuls of your bare ass only to flutter back down and rub below your knee, carefully coaxing your legs apart. You haven't worn clothes to bed in months, snuggling up with Betty each night and allowing her touch you how she pleases, your face pressed into her bosom as you fall asleep. You know she tends to stay up long after the rest of the house has gone quiet and often is the first to rise, and what happens in those hours is none of your concern. Now you find her face smiling serenely at you from between your thighs, wordlessly guiding your legs over her shoulders.
"Mornin' Betty..." You mumble, stretching your arms above your head.
"Good morning, lover." She'd purr back, and then she'd lean down and press her tongue into your wet folds.
She eats you out passionately and tenderly for hours, alternating between quick strokes of her clever tongue over your sensitive clit and drinking languidly from your hole, manicured nails biting into your inner thigh where she holds you tight. Maybe she puts one of those fingers in you while she feasts,,, maybe she puts three,,,,, the number doesn't matter because it always ends the same. Betty winds that superheated coil inside of you tighter and tighter until you just can't take it anymore and snap like a bowstring. Your sweet lover noisily slurps up the abundance of fluid gushing out of you, and when she finally pulls back it's when she wants to, smacking her lips after enjoying such a fine meal.
You're only able to stumble out of bed after her chin is coated in your arousal. Betty watches you go with a satisfied sigh.
Getting into the shower and barely having a chance to turn the hot water on before hands are grabbing at your body from behind. Aimlessly feeling, caressing, following the paths of water droplets cascading down your curves.
Leaning down to rinse the soap out of your hair only to be roughly shoved into the tiled wall, a blunt cock pressed betwixt your asscheeks. Johnny Splash plastered to your back, huffing and whining in your ear, grateful for the cover of steam as his cursed hands spread you apart. This is a private moment after all, not meant for the cameras. He's a vocal lover even though he barely speaks, blubbering uselessly into your ear deconstructed praise.
"Good" and "pretty" and "yes" and "please" and "warm" and countless other single-word sentences as he rocks against you, not yet using enough force to split you in half. Johnny knows you aren't nearly prepped enough for that. So, devotedly, he angles his thrusts downwards and fucks himself between your thighs, his shaft dragging deliciously across your wet cunt over and over and over again, making you moan with him. He makes sure you're positively dripping while prodding at your puckered anus with curious fingers. Playing around with you, first just his pointer finger, then he adds another, then he's using his thumbs to pry you open and gawking at the way your hole gapes so pretty for him.
Johnny doesn't last long once he's actually inside you, crying out, "Oh, baby!" An octave too loud as your ass swallows up his lubed dick perfectly. It only takes a few uncoordinated thrusts and some sweet words mumbled incoherently against your nape for him to fill you with his cum. He's even louder than you are, like he's the one being bent over and filled with a sentient shower's thick, curved pipe.
He helps you clean up the mess afterwards. Washes away the remnants of your shared passion with warm water on the lowest pressure setting, using his fingers to delicately clean your folds and both your holes. His touches constantly stray.
Trying to take a bath isn't all that much better. The water has barely been allowed to cool and already you have a perky pair of shiny, soapy titties in your face and two perfectly manicured hands pinching your nipples.
Sneaking down to the kitchen for a midnight snack only for Freddy to pick you up from behind, his two large, furry hands grabbing the backs of your thighs and hoisting you into the air, your legs spread. Mitchell wordlessly getting down onto his knees before you both and enjoying his own little snack, eagerly devouring your pussy like it's the finest thing he's ever tasted. As he tends to do. He alternates between tracing addictive swirling patterns over your bud and mouthing at Freddy's massive cock through his pants. Freddy definitely snarls and pants in your ear like a wild beast every time that clever tongue leaves over his shaft, still slick with your arousal.
Mitchell teases your sleepy body for ages before he finally lets you cum all over his tongue. He cooes to you sweetly as you come down from your high, telling you how perfect you taste, how sweet, how delicious, and at the same time casually reaching beneath you to pull Freddy free.
Each man claims a hole before they let you go to bed, your fridge tenderly rutting into your ass as Mitchell thrusts into your perfect cunt again and again, the kitchen filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your cacophony of moans.
Trying to stumble back up the stairs without letting your double creampie drip anywhere only for Dorian to stop you just at the threshold of your bedroom,,, giving you a thorough "inspection" before he says he'll let you through. Taking a cheek into each hand and spreading you wide, poking and prodding, dragging calloused fingers through the mess that coats your fold and stuffing it back inside. Dorian circles your clit with his ring finger and yet he never gives you enough to get off, he's just checking you, why are you getting so worked up about it?
"It's your own damn fault, walking around like that. Careless. No wonder you always come back this way..." He rumbles in that deep, accented voice of his, smoothing one hand up your tummy to keep you in place against him as the other peels your cunt apart. Dorian tuts disapprovingly at the mess that comes out. "Now look at that... absolutely filthy. I bet you like it, don't you? Leaking from both of your used-up holes? Of course you do, you slut."
Waits patiently for you to start whining and bucking your hips against him before he pulls back, wiping his hand clean on your face. "Everyone in this damn house has had a turn with you, haven't they?"
Dorian let's you through then, and as you walk past he gives you one harsh slap on the ass as a parting gift so he can watch you walk away with his red handprint across your cheek.
Trying to get ready in the mornings only to have Clarence grab you by your hips and shove you onto the nearest available surface, dry humping you through your nice work clothes until they aren't so nice anymore. Then they end up on the floor anyway when Dirk gets onto his knees and buries his face between your thighs.
Amir thrusting into your mouth after Barry so carefully painted your face just so they could watch your makeup run and rant to each other about how pretty you look. Then they both take turns jerking off over your face, cumming all over you.
Getting fingered by Kopi over the kitchen counter instead of enjoying a lovingly crafted affagato when you need a little fix to stay energized. She makes you squirt all over her fingers and sends you on your wobbly way with a kiss on the cheek.
Oh sigh,,,, free use Date Everything, save me,,,,,,,,
