Undertail: Toriel is basically that one horny AU fanfic you read on your phone while pretending to “check emails” at work, except now it’s kind of a game and kind of a shitpost and somehow still hotter than it has any right to be. You wander around this janky little Underground knockoff where literally only Toriel exists, and yeah, that’s the whole point. No huge cast, no epic journey, just you and goat mom in a small world that feels like someone ripped out the first slice of Undertale and then said: “ok but what if we fuck it up. Literally.” It starts pretty innocent, like the original vibe, her leading you around, being caring, talking too much, all that. Then the dialogs slowly stop pretending this is wholesome. She “worries” about you in that clingy, possessive way, touches your sprite for too long, says things that sound like they came from a horny Discord RP at 4 in the afternoon when everybody pretends they’re normal.

The core hook is simple: those classic Undertale battle boxes, except now every turn feels like you’re edging through a weird roleplay. You still pick actions, but they’re all pushing the line: flirting, teasing, letting her “teach” you, or playing innocent and watching her get more frustrated. You pick “Flirt” and instead of the cutesy response you remember, she gives you something way more loaded, like she’s trying to be your mom and your dom and completely failing at choosing one. You dodge attacks while the game throws text at you about her body, her scent, her soft fur, her tits pressing against your character when she tries to “protect” you. The art is rough, not all angles are sexy, some of it feels like early DeviantArt energy, but that almost makes it better. It feels like watching someone’s fetish grow in real time. There are moments where you’re half jerking off and half going “wow, this is actually kind of depressing” because she is obviously lonely as hell, clinging to you like you’re the last bit of warmth in the Ruins. The game doesn’t really go anywhere bigger than that, and it doesn’t need to. No meta twist, no clever morality system, just a slow slide from motherly care to possessive lust, trapped in a little loop where the only exit is either her letting you go or you giving in and wanting to stay. It’s messy, horny, unfinished, emotionally weird, and yeah, that’s pretty much the charm.

So there's this game called Cartoon Hearts and honestly? It's kinda weird but in that good way where you can't look away from a car crash, except the car crash is horny teenagers and cartoon characters going to high school together.

You play some random dude - because it's always some random dude, isn't it - walking around what looks like a normal city but surprise! Raven's doing her goth thing in art class, Violet Parr's trying not to phase through her desk during math, and Starfire's probably setting something on fire in chemistry because that's just Tuesday for her. The whole setup is unhinged in the best possible way. Like someone took Saturday morning cartoons and said "what if they all went to the same school and had raging hormones?" which is either brilliant or deeply concerning depending on your perspective. The writing bounces between actually clever character interactions and moments where you're like wait did Raven just say that? Because she did and it's weird but also... kinda works?

Each girl's got her whole personality thing going on - shy artist with mysterious vibes, popular athlete who's secretly insecure, alien princess who doesn't understand human customs but definitely understands human anatomy. Standard visual novel fare but with characters you actually recognize instead of Generic Anime Girl #47. The dialogue gets pretty explicit when things heat up, which they do because that's literally the point. Some scenes hit different when it's characters you've known since you were like twelve, creates this whole cognitive dissonance that's either your thing or absolutely not your thing. No middle ground here. The art style does this thing where it tries to stay true to the original designs while making them more... adult-oriented, if you catch my drift. Sometimes it works great, other times Starfire looks like she walked out of a completely different universe than Teen Titans but whatever, you're not here for art consistency anyway.

Tracer showing up in your "clinic" already feels wrong in the best way. She’s still got that cocky little smile, still talking about missions and chronal bullshit, but the room looks like a mix of fake hospital and cheap amateur porn set. White walls, random medical props that clearly do nothing, and you. The supposed expert. She’s nervous, fidgety, asking if this treatment is safe, if it will stabilize her powers, and you just watch her while the dialog lets you lean harder into the lie. It’s not subtle at all, but that’s kinda the charm. The game knows exactly what it’s doing and doesn’t pretend otherwise. One second you’re “checking vitals,” next second you’re asking her to take off the jacket, then the leggings, then suddenly the sweetest little Overwatch mascot is standing there in a “medical exam” that is really just you setting up porn angles.

The whole thing plays out like some horny fanfic that escaped from a Reddit thread and decided to become a game. You click through her lines while she tries to be brave, telling herself this is for the greater good, and the camera is just there, blinking at you like a silent pervert friend. Change her outfit, move her around, line things up. At some point the game stops even pretending there is treatment and just becomes “how much can Tracer take before she realizes this is not science.” She looks back, cheeks flushed, still calling you doctor, still asking if it’s working while you ram a cock inside her that is so obviously not related to any cure. If a cock could fix her time powers, half of Overwatch porn would be canon by now.

Once you start going in raw, it gets filthy in that unashamed way. Condom or no condom, it’s your choice, but the game clearly loves when you skip it. You fuck her on this fake medical bed, you watch the camera angle catch every jolt of her body and every messy thrust, and there’s this sick satisfaction when you finally dump inside her. Creampie options are the main event here. Watching her stretched open, filled up, her still trying to process everything like “is this how it’s supposed to feel, doctor?” while cum slowly leaks out. The cumshot feels like the actual treatment and you’re just some porn bastard recording the whole session to enjoy later. It’s not clever, it’s not deep, it’s basically “what if Tracer trusted the wrong guy and ended up as your personal fucktoy,” and the game just leans into that until there’s more jizz than medical ethics in the room.

Tracer in this thing is basically the horniest speedrunner you ever saw, and the whole "quick" theme is not just a joke about the gameplay, it’s the actual kink. You drop in, she’s already sandwiched between McCree, Hanzo and Reaper, all with these stupidly huge cocks that look like someone modded the game with a “too much, bro” slider. The fun part is how the whole scene plays with the Overwatch vibe without taking itself serious at all. She still has that cheerful shit-eating grin like she’s about to stick a pulse bomb on your back, except here she’s sticking herself on three guys at once and nobody has a clue who’s inside her at any moment. You click the armor, she shifts position, suddenly Hanzo’s not in her mouth anymore because Reaper teleports in or some shit, and you kind of just accept the chaos.

What actually got me hooked was that little illusion that she’s “teleporting” her holes like her recall, even tho technically she just snaps between angles. At one moment, she’s riding McCree’s cock, ass bouncing like crazy, and you hear this low grunt behind her and realize Reaper just slipped into her from the back, and Hanzo’s cock is brushing her lips. The gangbang fantasy here is that no one really knows who’s fucking what, it all blurs together, like a porn version of a messy teamfight. You’re clicking the blue circle on her armor, trying different speeds, trying to sync the rhythm with their moans, and yeah, sometimes it bugs a little and her head moves but the body kinda lags behind for half a second. That annoyed me way more than it should, I just kept staring like “why that shoulder twitch every time, fix that, please” and then I forgot again because she started deepthroating like a pro. The guys are honestly just meat props, they barely matter, though McCree’s cock gets the best angles and I don’t know if that’s favoritism or what.

The best moment for me is when all three are clearly going rough and Tracer still has that goofy, cocky smile, like she’s top fragging while triple stuffed. She changes poses so fast it almost feels like she’s cheating on each guy in real time, like “sorry love, you’re in my pussy, wait, no, now it’s your friend, you’re in my ass, keep up.” It’s kinda hot how she never looks overwhelmed, just hungry, like she’s farming ult charge from their cum. The sound is pretty decent too, her moans hit that line between cartoony and filthy, with wet slaps that actually match the movement better than I expected. Could have used a little more aggressive dirty talk, honestly. She’s a bit too quiet sometimes for someone taking three big dicks, but the visual of three huge loads painting her and her still grinning like it’s just another match in Overwatch made up for it. It feels wrong and right at the same time, like clicking “quick play” and ending up inside a very different queue than you thought.