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wildflower-otome · 4 months

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2023 Otome game progress

100% completed:

Shuuen no Virche -ErroR:Salvation-

Shuuen no Virche -EpiC:lycoris-

Bustafellows

Nil Admirari no Tenbin: Teito Genwaku Kitan

70-80% completed:

Cupid Parasite (only Allan and secret route to go)

Spade no Kuni no Alice ~Wonderful White World~ (only Lewis route left to go)

Taisho x Alice (half of Snow White/Wizard/Epilogue route still to do)

Collar x Malice: Unlimited (half of Yanagi's route and Adonis route to finish)

One to two routes completed:

Bustafellows Seasons 2 (finished my faves Crow and Helvetica but got stuck on Mozu's route which I was really not feeling...I'll get back to it...eventually...)

Kamigami no Asobi (Baldr's route completed, would love to do Hades' next when I get back to this one)

Cendrillon palikA (finished blonde Sasazuka Klone Spinel's route, would like to do Ela's route next)

Clock Zero (finished Riichirou and Shuuya, Toranosuke up next)

9R.I.P. (finished Hibiki's route, Kureha's up next)

Piofiore (only finished Nicola's route, might do Dante or Orlok's next)

Nil Admirari no Tenbin: Kuroyuri Enyoutan (finished Hisui's route only, haven't really decided who to do after yet but following my original order, Shizuru I guess?)

Started:

Steam Prison (did the common route and fell in love with Fin only to read spoilers about what happens with him later and yeah...I would like to finish eventually though, especially with the news about there being a sequel)

Birushana (started Shungen's route bc Souma Saitou and did like it although ended up getting distracted, will definitely finish when I have the time)

#yeah i'm not sure what's up with my playing style but #in my defense there were games where i was interested in one character in particular/wanted to get a feel for by playing one route #thought this might be fun to do since even i forgot i played some of these #kinda funny to me half the games i actually completed this year were just virche lol #shuuen no virche #otomate #bustafellows #spade no kuni no alice #cupid parasite #collar x malice #taisho x alice #piofiore #nil admirari no tenbin #kamigami no asobi #clock zero #9rip #birushana #steam prison #cendrillon palika

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kaizoku-musume · 5 months

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Swordplay

Entry #4 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event.

Fandom: Steam Prison

Pairing: Cyrus x Ulrik

Word count: 1.6k

Prompts: Sex toys/object insertion | Glove kink/uniform kink

Other content warning/tags/notes: Yes, the sword is used exactly how you're imagining it based on the title and prompt.

Cyrus eyed herself in the bathroom mirror, smoothing a hand over her uniform, admiring the way the bright red stood out starkly against the black. Her sword was strapped to her waist, and Ulrik had insisted on her coat despite the likelihood that it would just get in the way. As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, the scene would begin, so Cyrus took special care to make sure she was fully prepared, both physically and mentally.

With one last deep breath, Cyrus left the bathroom, slamming the door open to announce the beginning of the scene “Stop right there!” she called out, adopting her best police captain voice.

Ulrik, rifling through the bottom drawer of their nightstand in the best representation of a thief they could manage given the location, jumped up and whirled around to face her. “W-well well,” he was blushing already but he stuck to the bit and leaned against the nightstand casually, “if it isn’t Ms. Goody-two-shoes, showing up right on time. I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me”

“I’ve had enough of you running amok, breaking the law,” Cyrus awkwardly followed their script, “If you can’t get your act together today, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

“Oh yeah?” this came more naturally to Ulrik than the smooth-talking he attempted earlier, his contrarian, challenging nature coming out in full force,” I’d like to see you try. You can dress up fancy all you want, but that means nothing if you can’t back it up.”

As one, they ran at each other as they acted out a pre-planned spar, carefully balanced to be vigorous enough it was semi believable and immersive (and enjoyable, too, because why not) but still fulfilling its purpose. And that purpose was for them to wind up on the bed, Cyrus perched on top of Ulrik’s chest while pinning his arms over his head. “I’ll give you one more chance to repent for your crimes and make the right choice,” Cyrus commanded.

“Make me,” Ulrik snapped back on instinct. It wasn’t quite in character, but it was true to his bratty temperament and Cyrus loved it too much to try to guide him back on track.

“Very well then, I will,” Cyrus shifted to grip both of Ulrik’s wrists in one hand as she retrieved a pair of handcuffs from her belt. Ulrik made a valiant-if fake-attempt to break free, but Cyrus kept him pinned flat to the bed. In one swift motion, she looped the handcuffs through the headboard and snapped them closed around Ulrik’s wrists.

Ulrik yanked on his restraints, testing them under the guise of pretending to break free. “Is this your brilliant plan to arrest me?” he goaded, “How are you going to get me to jail if I’m stuck here?”

“I don’t need to bring you to prison to instill some values in you,” Cyrus said. With a certain amount of relish, she tugged Ulrik’s pants and underwear all the way down off his legs.

“What the-hey! What are you doing?!” Ulrik made a passing show of trying to kick out at her, but Cyrus manhandled each leg in turn, using his discarded pant legs to tie his feet to the headboard, effectively trapping him with his ass bare to her, his legs spread out and raised almost straight up, bent inward toward the headboard in a gorgeous display of his flexibility. The blush on his face as he sputtured, “Are you crazy? Let me go!”

“And have you go right back to your criminal ways? No. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesso,” Cyrus pointedly swiped a thumb across his exposed hole. He was positively drenched in lube and more than sufficiently stretched out from earlier-given what they had planned, Cyrus didn;t want to risk anything bad happening and went maybe a bit overboard when preparing him. Just to make sure he was still loose and ready, Cyrus dipped the tips of her index and middle finger inside him.

Ulrik squealed and tried to angle himself away, but with the position he was in, he had no leverage: all he could do was wriggle around a bit. “W-wait wait wait! You’re not-you’re not actually gonna fuck me, are you? I mean, you can’t, right? You don’t even have the right parts,” There was honest nervousness in Ulrik’s voice, knowing what was coming. This was his idea, but he’d been reluctant to admit any hesitation on his end purely out of pride. Wordlessly, Cyrus unstrapped her sword from her belt and brought the hilt between Ulrik’s cheeks. “H-hold on!” he blurted out, “You’re not seriously gonna-? We can talk about this, okay? You don’t have to do this!”

“I’ve tried everything to make you behave,” Cyrus teased the pommel up and down his crack, “You waste the chances I give you, break out of prison, trick all of my colleagues. So now you’ve left me no choice but to punish you like this.” And with that, she slipped the pommel into Ulrik’s hole.

“T-this is a crime!” Ulrik cried out in a last-ditch attempt to dissuade Cyrus, “Are you okay with that? You’re going to get in trouble for doing this!”

Cyrus, whose roleone she took seriously-was a cold, domineering captain, shot back, “And how will anyone find out? Are you going to walk into police headquarters and submit a report?” Ulrik had nothing to say to that, teeth clenched together against the onslaught of Cyrus’ words and her driving the hilt of her sword deeper and deeper into him. Cyrus wasn’t planning on fitting the whole hilt into him; just half. She had currently worked almost a quarter into him, his body struggling to accept it despite the girth being smaller than the fake cocks Cyrus usually fucked Ulrik with.

Ulrik bit his lip, trying and failing to stifle his grunts. His eyes were glued to what he could see of the guard drawing closer, and he could certainly feel as cenitmeter after centimeter pressed into him. Cyrus had avoided touching her sword as much as possible, handling only the lower half of the hilt, so the metal was cold as ice as it entered him, causing him to squirm.

Cyrus loomed above him, looking powerful and confident in her crisp uniform. She was focused on her efforts of fucking her sword in and out of his ass, hand held tight around the grip right above the guard. Ulrik turned his head to the side to bury his face in his arm, one eye peeking out to keep watching her. When he suggested this, he didn’t expect it to be so overwhelming. He thought, because the hilt was slim, it would be easy to handle. He didn’t know the molten heat of his body would contest so sharply with cold steel, or that the weird, slightly bulging shape of the pommel would feel so large and encumbering within him. The shape reminded him of a plug, and occasionally butted up against his prostate in the same way.

“Hey,” Cyrus gripped Ulrik’s chin, nudging his head to face forward again, “You’re going to look at me while I fuck you. Take your eyes off me again and I’ll feed you the sheathe instead.” She sped up her movements in punishment, rocking the hilt into him at the same pace she would normally fuck him. Ulrik whined as he obeyed, clenching around the hilt, legs attempting to twitch closed. Cyrus softened the blow of her words by stroking his hip with her free hand. She’d be a surprisingly good actor were it not for the small ways she blew her cover, but then, that’s what made her a good girlfriend.

Cyrus started regularly aiming for his prostate, empowered by the moans and whimpers leaving Ulrick, the jerking of his limbs, the way his eyes kept roving over her, snagging on different parts of her uniform. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed lightly, causing him to jolt. She pumped him rapidly, fingers pinching the tip every now and then because it seemed like something her character would do. Ulrik certainly seemed to appreciate it if his wailing was anything to go by. Once, she broke off to lightly tap his balls, scraping her nails ever so slightly across the thin, delicate skin. She did it again when Ulrik shouted, head tossing and turning on the pillow but gaze still dutifully caught on her. “Please, please,” he begged.

“Please what?” Cyrus prompted.

“Please, captain,” Ulrik said, surprising Cyrus and sending a flash of heat through her, “I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be good, just let me come.”

Cyrus gulped, more aroused than she expected to be. She wasn’t even trying to deny his orgasm, and yet here he was begging for it-properly. “Well, if you mean it, I suppose I can take it easy on you. But if I catch you breaking your promise, next time I’ll make it worse for you.” She stroked Ulrik’s cock with more care as she dragged her sword directly against his prostate.

Ulrik cursed as he tipped over the edge, clamping down on the hilt, eyes fluttering madly as he obeyed Cyrus’ order to look at her. When it was all over and Ulrik was left a sticky, sweaty mess, Cyrus carefully slipped the sword out of him. As she began untying his limbs, Ulrik, still half out of it, giggled at the thought of Cyrus thoroughly cleaning her sword later. She would probably be upset if she knew, but part of the reason Ulrik suggested this whole thing was because now, whenever she used her incredible swordsmanship skills, she’d be thinking of him in this moment; no matter how much she cleaned her weapon the memory of him would stay imprinted with her forever.

#My fics #Visions of Temptation 2023 #Kinktober #Steam Prison #Age appropriate #Not my favourite of the fics I've written or planned #But it is what it is

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