Wanted a place where I could just go crazy over the games I play. So welcome to my insanity! I have all kinds of screenshots I need to do something with...and I wanna try to review the games I've played while they're still fresh in my mind. So here's hoping...
Top 3(ish) Games:
even if TEMPEST
CollarXMalice
Olympia Soiree/Code Realize
Currently Playing:
Variable Barricade [Common; Nayuta; Shion; Taiga]
Love Letter from Thief X [Kenshi; Atsumu; Takuto]
Winter's Wish: Spirits of Edo [Tojo; Kuga; Yoichi; Kinji]
Kitty Love [Kohei; Shogo; Takuma]
Love and Deepspace
Love 365 App
After School Affairs [Sera; Rikiya]
Irresistible Mistakes [Toma; Taku; Tachibana]
Our Two Bedroom Story
My Forged Marriage
Oops I Said Yes
My Wedding and 7 Rings
Rose in the Embers
Pirates in Love
Dreamy Days in West Tokyo
Cardia and her precious bb boys from Code : Realize
Because Cardia. Because this game. Ah. Iâm so hyped and IâVE NOT FINISHED THIS VISUAL NOVEL. Actually, I think I donât want to finish this visual novel. HELP. MY BRAIN. TURNED. IN. FIRE. Yep, this is nonsense.
So⊠I loved drawing this cute little boys. Itâs all. VoilĂ .Â
playing cafe enchante n im finally on misyrs route.,,,played ilâs before that⊠NEEED EPILOGI NEEEEEEED! ASMODEUSâŠand especially epilogi hes like completely my type i need him so baddd why is he a side char i want to see more of him i need hi
This is my first entry for @xxsycamore's Visions of Temtpation kinktober event. I'm definitely not going to get everything done by the end of October, but I wanted to ring in the event on the first day, hopefully I'll have at least written all the fics down by the end of the month so I can meet my personal deadline of November 30, but we'll see how that goes.
This first fic is for Birushana, For anyone confused about some elements of the fic, basically I ignore the ending of Noritsune's route and instead make up my own where Yoshitsune claims Noritsune as her concubine (still disguised as a man) and they go back and live happily in Oshu. Also, I headannon Yoshitsune as bigender and flip between using she/he pronouns. Link to the fic on AO3 here.
The hot afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on Noritsune as he walked among the outdoor stalls toward the end of the street, finally done with their shopping. He sighed and adjusted his ponytail with his free hand, knowing it wouldnât give him any true relief but helpless to do anything but try anyway. He tightened his hold on the bag of groceries, careful not to let his sweaty palms cause it to slip. Maybe he should start putting his hair up like Yoshitsune-surely raising it in a high ponytail would provide more relief to his neck than his current style, even if he tossed it over his shoulder as much as he could.
Speaking of, his husband took the opportunity to run a finger along the back of Noritsuneâs neck, brushing against his hair. Yoshitsune murmured something Noritsune couldnât hear, sounding lost in thought. Curious, Noritsune glanced back. Yoshitsuneâs eyes were half-lidded as she gazed at his neck, mouth slightly parted, before she noticed Noritsune looking at her. âWhat?â she asked, and whether she was feigning innocence or not, Noritsune couldnât tell. Yoshitsune had developed a bit of a devious streak as he grew accustomed to their relationship (or did it start as early as announcing Noritsune as his concubine that fateful day?), and he found that she was often keeping him on his toes out of battle as much as she did in it.
ââIâm covered in sweat and my hair is a mess. That canât possibly be doing it for you,â Noritsune knew as he said it that it wasnât true-he recognized the way Yoshitsune was looking at him, as heâd seen it all too often. He just hoped Yoshitsune didnât call him out on his hypocrisy; how often had he told Yoshitsune how attractive he looked after a heavy training session?
Yoshitsune blushed, caught out. âI donât know why youâd think that,â he said, âsince you usually look like this by the end of our nights together.â
Ah, so that was it. âSo Iâm just reminding you of what state you leave me in?â Noritsune teased. He did end up quite unraveled afterward, didnât he.
âWell, thereâs that, but also,â Yoshitsune chewed on his bottom lip, fighting off embarrassment, âIâve told you how much I like seeing your hair like this. I know back then I said it was because it was nice to see you relaxed and comfortable. But itâs also . . . Thereâs just something really enticing about the way your hair falls over your shoulder, and how it bares the back of your neck. It makes you look . . . vulnerable, I guess.â
Noritsune understood. It was part of why he liked seeing Yoshitsune let his hair down at home-part of it was getting to be the only one to see Yoshitsune like that, but part of it was because it was Yoshitsune at her simplest and truest, without having to put herself together for proprietyâs sake or keeping up tradition or the like. But Yoshitsune wasnât done speaking. âAnd itâs even worse now,â he continued, âbecause it does remind me of-you know.â She side-eyed the marketplace, wary of the families with kids around that didnât need to overhear them talking too graphically.
âWell, in that case,â Noritsune leaned over to whisper in her ear, âwhen we get home, why donât we make it so that youâre the cause of me looking like this instead of the weather?â
Yoshitsune inhaled sharply, staring at Noritsune with open desire. It should be ridiculous, the fact that the pair of them could get each other worked up even in this oppressive heat. They werenât even a new couple anymore, and yet Noritsune found himself just as hungry for Yoshitsune as he had been when he first began fantasizing about his former rival.
Spirits renewed, the two hurried home hand in hand, offering brief greetings to people they recognized on the street. It was by some miracle that they didnât encounter one of Yoshitsuneâs vessels or the merchants Noritsune regularly protected. Upon arriving home, they dumped the groceries on the closest table to be put away later.
Thus unencumbered, they collided together, ignoring the high temperature to mold their bodies to one another. Yoshitsune used her height to her advantage to lay kisses over Noritsuneâs neck and jaw until she reached his mouth. Noritsune wrapped his arms around himneck as he kissed him back, clumsily backpedaling them to their room while trying not to trip. They hurriedly shoved each otherâs clothes off, leaving a trail behind them, their mouths staying stubbornly pressed together. Noritsune almost sent them crashing to the floor when Yoshitsuneâs tongue pushed past his lips, wrapped around his own, and sucked.
When they reached their bedroom, they hastily dug through their things to get what they needed to prepare. Noritsune knelt down to help Yoshitsune step into her strap, tying the leather bands around her legs as she took care of the ones at her hips. Once he was all situated, they collapsed on the futon. Noritsune twisted open the cap to the oil, moving Yoshitsuneâs hands away when he reached out to help. âYou just sit back and watch for now,â he ordered, âI donât need you crowding me in this heat just yet. I know youâll do it plenty later.â
Yoshitsune pouted but relented. She watched, near vibrating with impatience as Noritsune poured the oil over his fingers before bringing them down to his hole to start fingering himself open. Yoshitsune had a gorgeous view of him laying down on the bed, his pink hair a stark contrast against the white sheets, his arm crossing his body as he sunk one finger inside himself and started stretching himself. He slipped a second finger in as soon as he was loose enough to handle it, scissoring them with practiced ease. Yoshitsuneâs hands clenched on top of her knees as Noritsune prepared himself, breathy sighs escaping him, his free hand pinching at his nipple. She glanced up from the show to meet Noritsuneâs gaze, shuddering at the passion that met her head on, the amused challenge as Noritsune expected her to wait for him to finish. Yoshitsune hoped he looked half as composed, because he felt like he was at the end of his rope, even though Noritsune was the one with what was now three fingers drilling into him.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Noritsune tore his fingers away. Within seconds, Yoshitsune was on him. Noritsune laughed and gently pushed him back. âHold on, hold on, I have a plan,â Noritsune guided Yoshitsune onto his back.
âYouâre going to ride me?â she grinned up at Noritsune.
âSomething like that,â Noritsune said. To Yoshitsuneâs surprise, he turned around before clambering onto her lap.
âWhat are you doing?â Yoshitsune asked, confused. They almost never had sex facing away from each other-for Noritsune to suggest such a position himself, he must have a really good idea.
Noritsune glanced back coyly. âSince youâre so obsessed with my hair and neck, I figured Iâd give you a good view of them,â he explained as he playfully tossed his hair, arching his neck in an alluring way. Oh, Yoshitsune mouthed, thoroughly enraptured-he was so transfixed that he almost missed it when Noritsune situated himself over his wooden cock and sank down. Noritsune groaned as he took in inch after inch until his ass was settled squarely on Yoshitsuneâs hips.
âTake it easy,â Yoshitsune said, running soothing hands up his back. Noritsune sat still, breathing evenly to help him adjust to the stretch and fullness. When his body had calmed down enough, he began to move, gripping Yoshitsuneâs knees as leverage as he started a shallow, gentle slide up and down Yoshitsuneâs length. Yoshitsune propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look.
Noritsune was right, it was a good view, and Yoshitsune made sure to tell him as much, even if he kept the details to himself. Noritsuneâs ponytail bounced along with him, a few free strands brushing against his neck enticingly. The muscles in his back shifted with every movement he made, and Yoshitsune could see every time her cock was swallowed by his ass, rim stretched wide to accommodate the intrusion, his cheeks jiggling as he shoved himself onto her cock.
Yoshitsune lasted only a minute or so of watching and letting Noritsune set the pace before he was overcome with the need to participate. The next time Noritsune rocked down, Yoshitsune bucked his hips up to meet him. The action tore a surprised gasp from Noritsune, so Yoshitsune did it again, and again, and again, matching Noritsuneâs pace. Yoshitsune ran a hand up and down Noritsuneâs spine, her other hand latched onto his hip to help guide him up and down. Her attention was torn between Noritsuneâs flushed nape and begging-to-be-tugged ponytail , his flexing back, and his bouncing ass. âAre you touching yourself?â Yoshitsune asked. She had to know if Noritsune was as affected as she was-if the idea of her watching him like this drove him equally mad.
Noritsune shook his head. âI donât want to come too fast,â he said.
Well, that wouldnât do. âI want to watch,â Yoshitsune blurted out, âI want to see what it looks like from here.â
Noritsune groaned, that simple sentence all he needed to give in. âI donât know if I can touch myself and ride you like this at the same time, Yoshitsune-not if you donât want me hunched over too much. I donât have a lot of leverage.â
âI can fuck you harder if that helps,â Yoshitsune offered. Noritsune laughed, the sound shifting to a moan as Yoshitsuneâs cock grazed his prostrate on the hard thrust he gave as an example. Yoshitsune shifted, raising his legs and planting his feet on the bed, bringing his knees close to Noritsuneâs chest. âThere, does that help?â
âYeah, yeah, thatâll work,â Noritsune gripped her left knee and used it to help him grind and bounce on her cock, using his right hand to start stroking his own dick. Yoshitsuneâs view was limited, but she could see his arm jerking up and down, and there was something about only seeing that motion and not him actually touching his cock that added to the experience. It added to the tease and built up anticipation, made him ache more for what he was missing out on.
With better leverage, Noritsune rode her cock much easier, sliding up and down quicker and harder. Whines mixed in with his panting as he slammed his hips down to meet Yoshitsuneâs, hand clenching on his knee each time he dragged himself up. He was getting close-even with his limited view, Yoshitsune could tell. Not wanting to miss it, Yoshitsune raised herself up and plastered herself to Noritsuneâs back, hooking her chin over his shoulder to catch the action.
âHaha, see?â Noritsune chuckled, âI knew youâd be all over me.â Yoshitsune fucked up into him sharply in response, hiding a smile against his shoulder. âFuck, okay,â Noritsune picked up the pace, stroking himself faster. Yoshitsune gripped his hips tightly, using her hold to help fuck up into him harder, feeling the strap drag deliciously against her clit with each thrust. He watched as Noritsune fucked into his fist, dripping precum easing the way. Noritsuneâs breath wheezed out of him, his thighs clenched, his cock twitched, and Yoshitsune knew this was it.
With a moan, Noritsune tossed his head back onto Yoshitsuneâs shoulder and came. Yoshitsune soothed him through it, running his hands up his sides, kissing his shoulder and neck. âThat was amazing, Noritsune,â she praised when Noritsuneâs breathing had returned to normal and his body had stopped shivering from the aftershocks.
âI knew youâd love it,â Noritsune grinned. Yoshitsune hummed in agreement, scraping her nails along Noritsuneâs skin, nipping at her husbandâs neck. Noritsune sighed and submitted himself to the sensations-he knew Yoshitsune was winding him up for a second round. She hadnât come yet, and she was almost never satisfied with making him come only once. Sheâd better be okay with him laying down or something, because he was not going to be able to ride her again. Eventually, his cock stiffened back up, half hard and apparently enough for them to be ready to move on.
Yoshitsune began repositioning himself, bringing his knees back down to the bed and raising himself up, nudging Noritsune forward until he all but fell out of his lap, hands and knees planted on the bed and Yoshitsune right behind him, standing up on his knees, one hand still clinging to his hip and cock still buried in Noritsuneâs ass. The transition was so smooth that Noritsune needed a second to realize what had happened. âHow long were you planning this move?â he accused good-naturedly.
âI donât know, it was more like instinct,â Yoshitsune said. Without any fanfare, he started rocking into Noritsune, dragging his cock out until only the tip remained before nudging back inside, setting a slow, gentle pace so as not to instantly overwhelm Noritsune just yet.
âI hope you know how terrifying you are,â Noritsune said amidst his panting. He pitched back into each thrust, easily matching her energy. âItâs scary how much of a natural you are at this.â
âSo are you though,â Yoshitsune finally gave into his urge to play with Noritsuneâs hair and grasped a fistfull of pink strands above his hair tie, using that grip to help tug Noritsune back onto his cock.
âJust undo it already,â Noritsune huffed, amused, head tipped up slightly to lighten the strain against his scalp while still keeping his neck on display enough for Yoshitsune.
âIt looks good like this, though, and I thought that was the whole point,â she argued, picking up the pace. All of him looked good, really: his back had a delicious arch to it that showcased his powerful, lithe body, the sweat coating his body casted an alluring glistening effect to his pale skin, his hole was clenched tightly on her cock, and of course, Yoshitsuneâs own hand buried in in his hair, fingers tangled with hot pink strands added to the obscene sight.
It all had Yoshitsune moving faster, adjusting to angle the strap better against his clit gut tightening as the knock of leather against the sensitive nub had him drawing closer to release. He must have skimmed across Noritsuneâs prostrate, too, because his husband jerked with a moan before aiming his thrusts back against that spot. Yoshitsune helped make sure both bundles of nerves were being hit dead on, hand a bruising force on Noritsuneâs hip, her pelvis slapping against Noritsuneâs ass. âYoshi-Yoshitsune! Fuck, right there, keep going! Noritsune babbled. All Yoshitsune could do was obey, ramming her hips forward desperately.
A few more thrusts and Yoshitsune was there, fire licking up her spine, stars bursting behind her eyes. His hand tightened in Noritsuneâs hair, unbidden, in his pleasure, nearly yanking his head back, and that seemed to be enough to set him off too, groaning and jerking his hips erratically as he rode his orgasm out, which in turn helped Yoshitsune extend hers.
At last-sated, exhausted, and thoroughly drenched in sweat-they collapsed next to each other in bed, Yoshitsune taking care to gently pull out of Noritsune. His hair tie had come undone at some point, gossamer hair fanning out freely, and Yoshitsune couldnât help but run her fingers through it a couple of times. Noritsune allowed the indulgence before he turned around to face his wife.
Looking at Noritsune head on after only getting teasing glimpses earlier, Yoshitsune felt, weirdly, like heâd just come home from a long trip. Noritsune must have felt the same way, because he sighed at the sight of him and stared back like he was drinking him in. Later, theyâd take care of the mess, put everything from the market away, and find some way to deal with the heat. But for now, all that existed was them and the space between.
