#Black Flag Roleplaying

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Tales of the Valiant Cover Art by Hugh Pindur (Pindurski)

[whatdoiknowjr]

What Do I Know About Diegetic Rules? Tales of the Valiant Rituals

I spent some time looking at how rule conventions can inform our worldbuilding & approached what it looks like to limit non-player character spellcasters to just using rituals when using @koboldpress Tales of the Valiant rules. #ToV

This article is starting something that I hope to continue in the future. Diegetic is an adjective derived from the noun diegesis, which just means conveying information in fiction via narrative. Diegetic generally means: existing or occurring within the world of a narrative rather than as something external to that world. The term is usually used when referring to music, which means, the music…

[pocgamer]

Black Flag Roleplaying: The Review!

Back in the OGL 1.1 aftermath, several companies pledged that they were going to move away from contents in their games that left them vulnerable to the capricious whims of Wizards and Hasbro. I’ve written briefly about some of these companies and games, and now we’re seeing the fruit of their labour. Kobold Press, arguably the largest 5e third party content creator, has released their Black Flag…

[decidentia]

and god, please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. *

[findroleplay]

Hiya! 34F here, looking for some long-term, literate 21+ partners. Right now, the fandoms (and characters) I most enjoy writing include:

• Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag ( Mary Read / James Kidd )

• Attack on Titan ( Annie Leonhardt, Marco Bodt )

• Bloodborne ( Lady Maria )

• Dark Souls ( Lord’s Blade Ciaran, Anri of Astora ♀ )

• Overwatch ( D.Va, Hanzo, Junker Queen )

• The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim ( Farkas )

• Tolkien ( Faramir, Fíli )

I’m happy to write on Discord or on Tumblr, as long as you have a roleplay blog. I’m a parent and I have a job, meaning my free time is limited, so patience is an absolute must. I enjoy ooc chat and getting to know who I’m writing with. Interested? Give this a like and I’ll reach out.

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[pirataimperatix]

𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 & 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 +𝟐𝟏

𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨 @phoenixduelist

+𝟏𝟖 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 & 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐎𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐎𝐂, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲.

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚́𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!

𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @ashortdropandasuddenstop

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: spitting fate in the eye and telling it to go fuck itself, eye of the storm, the beauty of motherhood, shattered pieces & slipping sanity firmly held together, happiness despite everything, accepting & embracing piracy at last, journey of a disgraced Countless to Empress of the Caribbean, united against the world, redemption arc no matter how hard she fought otherwise

𝓢𝓮𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

[phoenixduelist]

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶; 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓵𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 : 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼, 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮.

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉 / 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 / ꪜ𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗

+𝟐𝟏 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 & ��𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐎𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; 𝐎𝐂, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 +𝟐𝟏

𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖙𝖔: @pirataimperatix , @warwicked & @solarbladewinged

♡ / ↻ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

[rpgsandbox]

The fourth playtest packet for Kobold Press’s Project Black Flag (now known as Tales of the Valiant) - Kobolds and Smallfolk - is now available. The deadline for feedback is Friday, July 14.

Download the packet at DriveThruRPG:

or from here:

Feedback form:

[snowmasscourier]

Damn….wish I had known about this when Shaun and I got married.

To be fair, eloping in Peru while being chased by Templars didn’t give us a lot of time to find rings. I love the ones we have….but this would make a great birthday gift, hint hint. -sh

16th century ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere

[martianmuckraker]

A Golden vault and a Black Flag

Recently I was (finally) able to run a playtest of the second packet of Project Black Flag. For an adventure I ran the heist in the Little Lockford from Keys from the Golden Vault. Which means, yes, I have (partially) forgiven Hasbro for the OGL debacle. Golden Vault The adventure we ran was very well written and permitted numerous character choices. Characters can choose where in the town…

[whatdoiknowjr]

What Do I Know About Reviews? Thrones and Bones Player's Guide to Norrongard (Tales of the Valiant)

Maybe I should write another review? If so, then let's take a look at the Player's Guide to Norrongard, a Tales of the Valiant compatible supplement to the Thrones and Bones setting. #5eSRD #BlackFlagRPG #BRD

I’ve been spending far too much time giving out my opinion on concepts and events, and not nearly enough time giving out my opinion in a focused manner, specifically related to RPG products. Let’s start to turn that around a bit. I’ve mentioned this product, and the surrounding product line, on social media a few times, but that’s not quite the same as doing a review, so let’s settle in and start…

[tragicgallery]

I’ll update my profile soon but here’s my pirates so far. :3 Like this if you’d like a starter with any of them and reply if you have a preference 

[dietpitt]

💚🎃Green Is Definitely Your Color🎃💚

Stan Pines x AFAB!Reader Explicit | 2.8k words Tags: Gender-Neutral Reader, Reader wears a dress, Halloween Costumes, Trick-or-Treating, Sexual Roleplay, Cunnilingus, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Stan is a Leg Man, Body Worship, Marking Kink, Reader Plays Bride of Frankenstein

In which body paint and Stan's mouth save the day (but ruin a perfectly good costume).

{Read on AO3}

Author's Note: Originally posted 2020 on AO3, but I wanted to give it a proper tumblr post. I'm very proud of this one except I didn't know how to end it and it shows lol

Thankfully, there are only a few things you and your boyfriend don’t see eye-to-eye on. Stan takes his coffee black (old habit from the days of shoddy motels and a life on the run), while your own brew of choice is iced (lasts longer and doesn’t get cold since it already is). He thinks it’s perfectly reasonable to scare a baby every now and then, and proceed to laugh in their pudgy little tear-streaked face. You? You told him he’d be the one bawling if you ever caught him pulling that in your periphery again.

Tonight, though? Tonight is the perfect example of just how good you two are together. Because tonight, you weren’t scaring babies. Tonight, on Halloween, you were scaring kids. And that was worlds apart from wreaking havoc in the grocery store, which happened the majority of the remaining 363 days of the year.

Sure, Stan always goes all-out for his beloved Summerween, but October 31st is when his freak flag really flies. It makes sense--  Fall brings less tourists than usual, and shorter daylight hours means fewer parents letting their kids come out to the woods to trick or treat, making every opportunity for a scare count.

With the Mystery Shack trading its typical kitsch for spooky ephemera-- fully decked out in giant spiderwebs, ghoulish figures, and angry jack-o-lanterns-- it’ll truly be a dramatic sight to behold.

But, for all the elaborate planning, special effects to make the eyes pop out of his skull and the bolts on his neck to spark and smoke, Stan still manages to miss a few spots needing body paint. 

“Alright, alright, I think y’got it,” Franken-Stan fake-grumbles up at you from his seat in front of the full-length mirror.

“Will you relax? You’re gonna sweat, and I’ll have to do your makeup all over again,” you scold, though your painted lips curl into a fond grin despite yourself.

Though the kids will start coming any minute, you’re set on completing the finishing touches, if for no other reason than to keep Stan from further grumbling later.

… And most certainly not because you also love the opportunity to dote, holding him close in ways he’d otherwise be too shy about. Not at all.

“Are you going to wear your glasses?” You ask, getting his ears nice and green with the sponge brush.

He gives it some thought. “As much as it hurts the spook factor, I can’t really scare anybody if I fall on my face.”

Another, final once-over at your work and you’re satisfied, stepping back and raising your arms in the air triumphantly to steal yourself for your best mad-scientist cackle. “My creation! It’s aliiiive!” 

Stan laughs, quickly standing and caging you with his arms against the wall. “Damn right. Alive as ever.”

You shoo both him and the remark away, looking over your white “dress” (old sheet) to check for any green that may have made its way onto your costume. “I thought you were in a hurry, hmm? There’s no time for a touch-up. Now, be a good ‘husband’ and carry the train.”

Stan’s eyes roll as he lifts the gown, following your lead downstairs. “Yes, honey.”

Trying very carefully not to trip, Stan helps you down the stairs. “I still think it’s dumb that The Bride of Frankenstein doesn’t get a name, though. Sure, she’s in it for all of three minutes, but she gets the movie named after her and doesn’t even get a line?”

“Nah, she just screams,” Stan laughs, dropping your dress as you meet the front door. “Like it hurts to exist.” He swings the door open and the both of you speak in unison.

“She gets it.”

You share a small laughing fit at that, making your way outside into the crisp autumn air, giddy to begin the festivities. A few to last-minute adjustments and tech checks, and The Shack will be ready.

“Seriously though-- why can’t she be, like, Victoria or something?”

Over by the skeleton crawling out from under the porch, Stan snorts. “Victoria? Why?”

You shrug. “Why not?”

“Touche.”

It’s finally the tail-end of the second hour, and you’re in position behind the semi-trapdoor mechanism on the porch, hidden behind a dark and stormy castle standee. You’re high on the energy so far, after making some kids scream-squeal in delight. Although, you did manage to terrify a toddler on accident without even trying-- the poor thing burst into tears at the mere sight of you walking out normally from the porch.

Maybe it was the semi-realistic stitches on your flesh? Who knows. All that’s clear is you felt awful, but Stan was very clearly amused-- and jealous, you’d wager.

But now that it’s past bedtime for most little ones, it’s time to up the ante with some added special effects-- and the fast-approaching gaggle of baby teens seem to be the first that’ll enjoy them.

Always on top of it, Stan lets out a Frankenstein-like groan, marching further from the end of the porch, arms raised in cheesy classic style. The kids stop in their tracks as he clears his throat roughly to give the spiel he’s practiced all night, an extra ~spooky~ lilt to his otherwise mostly-normal voice:

“Foolish humans! You daaaare demand gifts, when your hubris created me from cursed flesh, and your hatred ensured my demise?!” He’s truly in his element as his neck bolts flicker for emphasis, making most of the middle schoolers jump and gasp.

The one at the front of the pack though, doesn’t budge, instead holding their pumpkin bucket out with an overall look of disinterest. “Yeah, duh. Trick-or-treat, old man. Hand over the candy.”

“Rude little shit,” you frown, not even needing to see Stan’s face to know he’s going to enjoy this particular scare very much.

“Hold it, kid, ” Stan sneers, continuing his introduction, “if you want anything good to eat, you’ll need to ask the most blood-curdling-- ”

You flip the switch for the fog machine, and bellows of grey creep in around the Shack--

“--The most SPINE-TINGLING, repulsive monster of us all--!”

You quickly step on the nearby button, and lightning flashes across the house as thunder sounds--

“ --MY WIFE! ”

At his signal, your spring forward, eyes crazed as a horrendous banshee screech leaves your throat and white tendrils wave in the wind.

The rude kid screams-- and while Stan bursts out laughing and you smile evilly, you miss them reflexively reach into their bucket, pull something out, and chuck it right at you before scampering away.

With a dull thud, the projectile lands on your head with a muffled thud, sending you off balance and toppling off the platform in a second. You hear Stan’s barks at the hoodlum, but soon he’s up the porch at your side, just as surprised as you are.

“The hell-- you alright, babe?”

Stan helps you up as you glance around for the offending object that’s left your head and the arm that broke your fall aching. “I-- what the fuck was that?!”

A large, off-white sphere rolls along a groove in the deck, moved by your shifted weight. It hits the edge of your shoe, and you pick it up to find it’s…

A popcorn ball.

A really fucking heavy, rock-hard popcorn ball.

With a splotch of white from your forehead smeared across it.

Stan’s bursts out laughing, though he doesn’t let his supposedly helpful grip on your waist go. “Who the hell gave that thing out?? They must’ve been saving it for last century-- ”

It’s funny. Like, really funny. Comedy freaking gold.

But your head hurts and you fell, and shit, your wig’s messed up…

Your own laughter breaks suddenly, and before you even know it you’re tearing up.

Franken-Stan blanches the soon as it hits him. “H-hey, sweetheart, I’m sorry-- are you alright?”

The comforting hands on your shoulder, the concern in his voice breaks the dam, tears spilling out despite your mind knowing better, and wanting to continue laughing it off like you should-- like you want to.

“I’m fine Stan, I’m fine, I-- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying, I really don’t,” you laugh, dabbing at your eyes with a bandage-covered hand. “That was too perfect.”

“Don’t apologize, that kid’s an asshole.”

“An asshole with a hell of a pitch,” You laugh, finally meeting Stan’s eye. 

“Wanna go inside? It’s gettin’ late anyway,”

“No! No, are you kidding? We just got started with the lightning! I’m fine, I promise--”

He raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“Really, I am. I’m the most horrifying creature of them all, right?”

“Hah! Sure are, sweet thing, sure are.”

“Then let’s get back to scaring. I’ll be ready to duck this time.” You laugh, elbowing Stan before getting back into place, and Stan follows.

11:27pm

There hasn’t been a kid in nearly 30 minutes, and with another hour under your belt, the pair of you are content to turn in for the night for some movies and the Halloween goodie bags left behind by scared trick-or-treaters.

Flopping down on the bed, your tired body practically sings. “Goddd, that kid really got me good.” The hands on your face muffle your words, but Stan gets the idea.

Taking pity on you, he pulls up the nearby chair and starts unlacing one of your boots for you. “Happens in the line of duty sometimes. Shoulda seen what one fairy princess threw at me one year-- actually, I don’t even wanna know what it was.” He jokes(?), tossing the shoe aside and beginning on the other.

“Knocked me down at the top of my game…” you mutter, twiddling with the end of a splayed-out strip of your garment.

“Hey,” Stan drops the other boot to the floor with a thud, quickly peeling off the striped sock that lay underneath. “Don’t forget, you scared the absolute shit out of that brat.”

You let out a hum, then chuckle. “Triggered his fight and flight.”

"Exactly,” he replies definitely, sling-shotting the second sock in the air. It lands on your chest, but you quickly toss it over to nowhere in particular.

“I don’t know if I can even get back up. Just let me die here,” you groan, only half-joking as the strenuous activities of the day catch up to you. “I’ll be a corpse for next Halloween.”

“Well, yer already halfway there in that getup,” Stan shrugs off the jacket of his costume and lets it fall on the chair. A glance across your form reminds him of the “bolts” attached to his neck, which he peels off with a wince. “And I’m not far behind ya.”

“I’ll be lucky if I look this good when I’m dead,” you laugh, adjusting to get more comfortable and fully prepared to just pass out, wig and all.

Stan’s eye catches on the bare skin of your leg that’s revealed when you shift, the stark white of your gown falling to the side as it bends at the knee and the other still hangs off the bed uselessly. He hums, appreciative of the sensual view of you before him: limbs draped out, black eye makeup smudged...

Your eyes fly open at the feeling of Stan’s large hand on your knee, and you’re met with a familiar mischievous grin on Stan’s still-green face. “Mmm, you’re already bewitching, babe.” 

That look always manages to send a pang through your gut. “Oh, stop it…”

This wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined the night ending, but don’t mind all that much if it’s headed where you think it’s headed.

“‘M serious,” Stan chuckles. “Yer right about The Bride too… never appreciated enough,” His thumb rubs a circle on the soft flesh on the inside of your knee, and you can’t help but sigh at the nice pressure. 

Your stomach nearly flips when he slides to his own knees, grip moving down your calf and lifting your leg to place a playful kiss to your ankle. His name falls from your lips in a whine, equal parts warning and pleading, for exactly what you can’t decide. You’re answered nonetheless by another peck just above the previous, then another with the slightest bit of teeth that makes you gasp and prop up onto your elbows.

The sight is absolutely ridiculous -- Frankenstein’s monster himself between your legs, smiling dumbly as he nips at the neglected one before he pushes excessive fabric up and off to reveal more of your form. “Stan, we-- oh my god--”

It’s when he pulls you forward on the bed that you see it: the splotches of deep green coloring the trail Stan is continuing up your thigh with a knowing look.

You laugh at first, starting to push him away so you can properly remove your dress, but he tuts, gripping your hips instead and curling an arm around your thigh, slinging it over his shoulder with an in-character groan: "You go nowhere.

You’re torn between teasing him about the fact that he’s really roleplaying as fucking Frankenstein right now, and the shudder that rolls through you as Stan noses your center through the cotton, saying: “Mine .”

“Oh,” is all you manage to say when his mouth meets between your thighs, teasing your folds through the fabric with a brazen tongue. You let yourself go then, leaning into the anticipation as after a moment Stan tugs the garment down and off, though it catches on your foot and is left dangling there uselessly.

“You’ll be screamin’ for me, don’t you worry,” he says, breath ghosting over your core before fully tucking in.

There’s no energy left in you to scream, but the needy whimpers and moans that escape as he ushers you up towards pleasure are melodic, a siren song that urges Stan to keep delving into your cunt, to hold your thighs open with a possessive grip.

“F-fuck,” you cry, reaching down and threading your fingers through his mop of black-sprayed hair between your legs. He groans mid-lap at your clit, and you gasp as his hands join in on the ministrations, caressing and petting from your hips to your stomach.

It’s when he starts sucking that you start to really writhe, tugging roughly at his locks to push him deeper. He slurps your arousal right up, the sound mortifying yet helping thrust you closer to the fast-approaching peak.

“C’mon, honey,” Stan says, thumb maintaining a rhythm on your clit. “Come for me, darling.”

The foreign pet name does it, sending a rolling orgasm that hits you in waves, crying out Stan’s name and other sweet nothings before going limp.

After a moment he sits back, more than proud as he wipes his mouth and watches you twitch and moan through the lingering pulses.

“Wow-- what was that all about?” You manage to pant out, made curious again as Stan stands suddenly, walking over to the mirror on the far-side of the room.

“Check it out,” he says, bringing the mirror to the edge of the bed and leaning against it with a self-satisfied grin.

Sitting up, your reflection stares back at you, wide-eyed and glowing-- with a prominent mess of green smeared along your skin, practically outlining each and every touch that made you come undone. A few complete hand prints are even visible, on the backs of your knees, on your hip-- even a comically clear outline against the stark white of your covered chest.

Your face burns hot as you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, both at what you see and the unexpected thrill of it; it’s delightful, and silly, and sexy, and overall just an image you think won’t leave your head for a while.

Stan chuckles at your reaction, pleased. “S’a good look on ya-- damn near electrifyin’ , some might say.”

“Come here,” you ask, arms out to beckon him forward. He does, and you don’t miss the prominent bulge in his trousers as he walks over.

Pulling him down by his shirt, you lock him into an appreciative kiss, raking your nails across his scalp and practically pulling him on top of you to continue the makeout, bed size be damned.

Needing air, you finally break away, glancing back at the mirror to see green now decorating your mouth and cheeks. “You’d missed a spot,” you inform Stan, pointing to the new addition to your face.

He hums, ducking down to nip at your neck and clavicle, painting them just the same. “Could think of a few more spots needin’ a touch-up,” he growls, rolling his hips.

Snaking your hand into the band of his pants, Stan lets out another groan at your touch and when you say lightly into his ear:

“Looks like you could use some white with that green, hmm?”

Happy Spooky Season!! 🎃💚🎃

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♱ ━━━ PAIRING: FELIX X READER ♱ ━━━ CW: CNC, ROLEPLAY (INTRUDER & VICTIM + STRANGERS), VOICE KINK, ALCOHOL (NO ONE IS DRUNK), “STALKING”, DEGRADING/PRAISE, PANTY GAG, BONDAGE TAPE, SPIT, SPANKING, FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, FINGERING (V+A), DADDY KINK, ANAL PLUG, MIRROR SEX, CREAMPIE, AFTERCARE ♱ ━━━ WC: 2.2K ♱ ━━━ NOTE: ♱ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     It wasn’t super often the couple played with harder kinks. Neither opposed it, but Felix knew Y/n loved hearing praise from him more than anything. He often teased her about her voice kink but he loved it just as much as her. 

     But when they did engage in them, Felix wanted to make everything one hundred percent clear so there was no miscommunication and neither of them got hurt. He didn’t have many things going on that day so he did have an earlier day and headed straight home. 

     Finding Y/n curled up on their couch watching TV. Felix smiled and laid on top of her with a smile. 

     “Welcome home sunshine,” Y/n smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

     Felix met her halfway and pecked her lips. “Hi, pumpkin.”

     Y/n moved to be able to cuddle him more comfortably. Felix lay in her arms and kissed her cheek, “Tell me about your fantasy?” he asked. 

     One night out, that’s what Y/n needed after the long week. All her friends she’d come with already had found someone to go home with for the night. She was sat up at the bar, waiting for a bartender to be available to order a drink when a deep voice caught her attention.

     “Excuse me,” He said, grabbing her attention

     Y/n looked over his appearance. Blond hair on the longer side, freckles adorning his cheeks. Dressed in all black— jeans, tank top and jacket. Thick Australian accent behind his words 

     “Hi,” Y/n smiled, “Did you need something?”

     “Just wanted to ask if I could buy you a drink.”

     “Only if you tell me your name.”

     “I’m Yongbok,” he smiled

     “Nice to meet you, Yongbok,” Y/n smiled back, “I’m Y/n.”

     “What can I get you then?”

     Y/n told him her order and Yongbok called over the bartender and got both their drinks in. 

     “Did you come out by yourself?” Yongbok asked as he leaned on the bad a bit, the stool behind him being occupied by someone else, forcing him to stand next to her

     “No. Came out with some friends but they found people to keep them entertained for tonight,” Y/n told him, “I was supposed to be the sober one tonight and keep an eye on them but, they ran away.”

     “Isn't that how it goes?” Yongbok laughed

     “Yeah. Not worth trying anymore,” Y/n smiled as the bartender served them their drinks, “What about you?”

     “Was meeting a friend but he bailed on me. Figured I’d make some new friends so the night wasn’t a waste.”

     “Make any new friends yet?”

     “I like to think so.” Yongbok smiled as he eyed her up and down. 

     Y/n should be wary of a random guy at a club. But there were no red flags throughout the night. Whether they were talking over their drinks or dancing. Yongbok didn’t set off any alarm bells. 

     “Let me drive you home,” Yongbok offered when the two got outside. Y/n being exhausted and buzzed and calling it a night. 

     “It’s alright. I called an uber.

     “Can I at least get your number?”

     Y/n smiled and handed him her phone to put his number in before he handed it back. just as her ride showed up. Y/n thanked him for the night and got in her ride. Tired and wanting to get home.

     Her ride back to her apartment was quiet. The driver was quiet, thankfully. Just played music at a lower volume till they got to her building. Y/n thanked them and collected her belongings before heading up to her unit 

     The moment Y/n got inside, she slipped off her shoes and hung up her bag and coat. Locking her door behind her before walking into her kitchen. 

     Grabbing a glass of water for the night and making her way around making sure everything was locked. Confused when she came back to her front door. 

     Y/n was sure she locked her door when she came in. She wasn't drunk enough to forget that, she just had a bit of a buzz. Nonetheless, she locked her door and headed up to her bedroom. Setting the glass of water she had gotten on her bedside table. She turned to her closet and searched for some pajamas.

     Finding an old shirt and changing out of the dress she had worn out. Y/n walked into her bathroom and washed off her makeup before climbing back into bed. At least she tried too. 

     She gasped as a hand covered her mouth and pulled her back against a figure. She grabbed onto the hands, trying to pull them away from her and was only met with them bending her over her bed. Face pushed into the mattress. 

     She tried kicking her legs but nothing. The hand that covered her mouth slipped from between her and the mattress and pressed on the back of her head. 

     “So nice but so dumb,” the voice groaned behind her.

     Y/n yelled into the mattress and tried pushing herself up. She could feel his dick pushing against her ass as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. Y/n tried twisting her arms out of his grip but it was strong. 

     She heard the intruder chuckled behind before pushing the bottom of her shirt up a bit as she yelled into the sheets. 

     “Who thought you’d have this little thing under that dress.” the band of her panties snapped against her skin and made her squirm under him, just for him to laugh again. 

     His fingers dipped under the fabric and pulled the fabric down. Y/n squeezed her legs together to stop the removal of the fabric but it didn’t work. He pulled the fabric off her ankles Y/n lifted her head up just as he reached around and stuffed the fabric in her mouth. Y/n tried shaking her head away from him but he still managed to succeed. 

     He pushed her head down again, this time her head laying to the side. She caught just a slight glimpse of what was happening behind her in her mirror. His face was covered by a white elongated costume mask. Her eyes widened as she watched him pull a roll of black tape from his pant pockets. Pulling the end away and wrapping her wrists together a few times before tearing it off. He tossed the taperoll to the side and looked down. Hands running down her body before pulling away and slapping her ass.

     Y/n jumped a bit at the contact before he spread he folds apart with his thumbs. Looking at her clenching whole, moving one hand over slightly, and ran his thumb over her clit. Y/n moaned into the gag before he flipped her over onto her back. Pulling her to the edge of her bed, her cunt pressed right against his clothed erection.

     “Just lay there and let me use every one of your holes.” He pushed her legs apart a bit, exposing her. 

     Y/n whined in protest but it fell on deaf ears. He lifted up the mask just a bit— still keeping his face hidden from her— and spit down on her aching hole before letting the mask down again. Rubbing two fingers against her folds. Mixing her arousal with his spit before pushing two fingers inside her. Y/n protested again the fabric stuffed in her mouth, trying to push him out of her.

     “Were you that desperate to get filled tonight? Already pulling my fingers in,” he laughed

     Y/n shook her head as he curled his fingers up into her, rubbing against her gummy walls. Trying to crawl her way backwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did. Of course he would.

    The masked man pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to him again. Killing any space she had made between them. Using one hand to undo his belt and zipper. Y/n continued to try and squirm away from him as he pulled his dick out of thee denim and his briefs. Ignoring her mumbled protests and pushed the tip past her entrance. 

     “Mmm!” Y/n protested

     “Desperate little thing. Just goes dumb wthen a dicks in her.”

     He slowly sank into, hands pushing her legs open more. Pushing her shirt up over her chest when he had her spread open to his desire. Slowly he started thrusting into her. Sinking deeper with each thrusts as his thumb circled her clit. Playing with the bud and making her squirm just right for him.

     “All tight and warm.” He mumbled, “Gonna make a nice little home inside here.”

     “Mm,” Y/n shook her head, trying to close her legs but he made sure to hold them open.

     Y/n could sense him smiling under the plastic mask. He pulled out for a moment and flipped her back on her stomach. It took another moment before she heard a drawer open then shut. Y/n tried to look around to find him but he pushed her head forward. He slipped his dick back into her. He gripped her ass and thrusted into faster. His hips snapped against her ass as he released the flesh. His hands disappearing from her body before they came back, one finger, wet and slightly cold, running over her tight hole.

     Y/n squeezed the muscles tighter to keep him out. Being met with another slap to her ass before his hand pulled her up against his chest. “You’re my little toy to use right now. Relax and let me in.” His deep voice rang through her ear before pushing her back down. Hand on the back of her neck as the other teased her hole again. Y/n tried relaxing, just enough for him to get the first knuckle in. Slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her ass as he was buried in her pussy.

     The hand on the back of her head moved and brought her tied up hands to hold her ass. Spreading her cheeks apart just for him to get a good look.

     “Good toy. Letting daddy see him fucking both your greedy holes.” He groaned and slipped a second finger into her. Y/n cried into the gag as he fingered her as, scissoring her open before he pulled them out of her. The digits being replaced being replaced with smooth silicone. Y/n wiggled as the narrow tip of the toy widened slowly till it was fully inside her.

     She heard him chuckled again before the toy started vibrating inside her. She moaned into the fabric as he picked up his pace, fucking her harder and kicked up the vibrations slowly.

     “Should of fucked you down at the cub,” He groaned and everything hit for her

     Y/n yelled into the gag as his hand harshly hit her ass again. She managed to turn her head back to her mirror to see him again.

     “Gonna fill up this fucking cunt,” he groaned behind her as he looked over in the mirror, making eye contact with her, “Like watching yourself get fucked?”

     His hips hit harder against her ass as his dick twtiched inside her. The vibrations moved through her whole body and had her squeezing around him.

     “Gonna be a good toy and cum on my cock?” He asked, grabbing hold of her hips as he rutted into her

     Tears fell from Y/n’s eyes onto her comforter as he rambled on. The deep voice and dirty talk messing with her brain, bringing her just a little closer to the edge. It crashed down on her when his tip hit her g-spot dead on. Y/n screamed into the gag as she clamped down on him, covering his dick in her essence.

    “That’s a good whore,” He groaned as he abused the spot as his orgasm hit him.

    A deep groan left his throat as his pace slowed to hard hits into her as she milked him. His cum filling her up till he leaned over her. Both calming down as Felix pulled the mask off, tossing it to the other side of the bed then turned off the vibrator.

     The blond pulled the fabric out of his girlfriends mouth and kissed her temple. “How was it, angel?” Felix asked as he moved to kiss her shoulders

     “Perfect,” Y/n mumbled, getting sleepy from their night out and the scene.

     “Let me clean you up before you fall asleep, okay?”

    “‘Kay,” Y/n agreed

    Felix slowly pulled out of her, and then the toy, and took the bondage tape off her wrists. Helping her off the bed and to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower with her, making sure she was all clean before he cleaned himself. Felix helped her back to bed, not bothering to get either of them dressed really as he laid her down and got under the covers next to her.

     “Felt weird hitting on you again,” Felix said, snuggling into her chest

     “Been a while,” Y/n giggled carding through his hair, a little more awake after their shower

     “Yeah. I kind of like what we have now more.” Felix placed a quick kiss on her chest

     “Kind of?” Y/n asked

     “I’d rather we be married but that’s a little further down the line.” Felix winked at her and watched her face heat up

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Hi there! I read on your page that there are two intimacy scenes with Aeran, how are they different and how do you trigger both?

Hello!

Both versions are in the same reconciliation scene at the end of Episode 2 (see this guide here). The main thing is that you need to have +60 romance points with Aeran which requires 1) flagging his romance when he's introduced and 2) getting knocked unconscious in Episode 1 so his romance points spike because he's an idiot who doesn't realize he's in the love with the MC until they almost die.

The difference between the two intimacy scenes comes down to who takes the lead. This is up to the player and how they are roleplaying the MC. You can also decide whether this is your MC's first time being intimate with anyone or not. Intimacy scenes have a steamy lead-up, but do not depict actual sex (there's a fade to black).

There is also an asexual version which includes kissing and cuddling, but no sex. There's no flag for your MC being acespec, so if your character is demisexual or grey asexual or has other complex feelings about physical intimacy, you will always have a choice about whether you want your character to be physically intimate or not. You're not locked into one or the other.