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I am looking for something in a ttrpg that seems difficult to pull off and I'm wondering if you're aware of anyone who's made something that can handle branching timelines, overwriting of timelines, and/or stable time loops as a core functionality of play.
I'm really looking for something that actually has specific mechanical rules for repeated time travel, setting things up for a future or past version of your character to complete, multiple copies of a character existing at once, etc. any advice? even a pointer of where to look for such games or something that has rules that could be bent to accommodate time travel in a way that isn't functionally "go to another location where everyone wears silly clothes" would be greatly appreciated!
The only published tabletop RPG I'm personally aware of that's taken a serious crack at game-mechanically systematising time travel the way it's depicted working in Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure – which is essentially what you're describing here – is Aetherco's now-out-of-print C°ntinuum: roleplaying in The Yet.
Coincidentally, C°ntinuum is frequently cited as a justification for why no other notable game has made a serious attempt of it since.
🎀 summary ──── He should be worn out after the night he’s had. But Lando is insatiable, and one night is not nearly enough. His need has only been stoked by a few hours of sleep, giving him an endless supply of energy that matches his intensity on the track.
🎀 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader
🎀 rating ──── explicit
🎀 category ──── F/M
🎀 warnings ──── +18, descriptive language, mature/sexual content, unprotected sex, established relationship, fluff & smutt, bit of praising, swearing & a down bad Lando.
🎀 word count ──── 2.8k
🎀 date ──── Nov. 1, 2024
🎀 a/n ──── I’m new on writerblr can you guys tell 😁
THE MORNING LIGHT sneaks in through the curtains, creating soft shadows all around the room.
He was always a deep sleeper, not easily disturbed by noise or movement. Over time, he conditioned himself to slip into catatonic slumbers, because in his line of work, it’s vital to be fully rested. She, on the other hand, has always slept like a bunny, her ears picking up even the subtlest sound, amplified by the quiet of the morning.
With one arm stretched possessively over her waist and his face nestled into the curve of her neck, Lando is wrapping her like a second blanket, his warm breath fanning across her skin in steady, sleep-heavy sighs. His body radiates a deep warmth, a furnace that causes her to shift and almost run out of breath in the cocoon they’ve created.
It’s way too hot.
She moves again, trying to get his arm off her waist while suppressing a quiet giggle when she realizes her attempts are futile. And that she made it all worse because now, Lando pulls her in, resting half of his body weight on her.
“Lan… ” she cries in a sleepy voice, lifting her hand to brush stray curls off his forehead. “Baby, you’re suffocating me,” she tries again, feeling Lando anchoring himself tighter around her waist.
His brows furrow in mild protest while he stirs slightly, as if he can already sense she’s trying to get away. However, he gently presses his nose on her skin, muttering something incoherent in a whispered voice. Even in his half-awake state, his thumb is making languid circles over her skin, just to remind himself that she’s there, in his arms. There’s a spark in his touch, a warmth that seems to spread like wildfire, and she can feel it.
The girl decides to give it one more try, his name falling from her lips in a loving whisper.
“Mhm… ‘m heavy?” he asks.
She puffs out a chuckle, “A little, but the heat bothers me more.”
Lando lets out a soft chuckle, pushing the blanket off in a swift move, the air in the room immediately feeling cooler against their bare skin.
“Better?” his voice is a gritty, gravelly whisper that feels like sandpaper against her skin after being warmed by him.
The girl gasps in surprise, laughing at the sudden change in temperature. “Lando, we’re fucking naked. Put it back!”
“Oh, now you’re worried?” he asks, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder.
His eyes finally flutter open, sleepy yet filled with a familiar mischief. A lazy grin spreads across his face as he locks eyes with her, a quiet intensity lingering just beneath the surface. His fingers move along her body in a way that makes her shudder as his hand goes up her side. His gaze never leaves hers, glimmering with a glow of want and danger.
“Of course I am. We all get self-conscious in the daylight,” she admits, reaching for the blanket to put it back over them.
Lando stops her just in time, holding the velvety material out of the way. He leans over her on his forearms, loving how quickly she changed her mind just because she got shy from his intense staring session.
“I wanna see you.”
“No,” she protests, pullig him in, so his chest could cover hers.
“What do you mean no?” he chuckles, “I’ve had your thighs around my face last night, but now you’re getting too self-conscious?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m still shy,” she whispers.
The distance between them vanishes in an instant, his fingers running through her hair, while his lips are slightly brushing against hers, meaning to meet in a deep, tender kiss that is infused with the passion and hunger of the night before. But Lando has other plans. On one hand, he wants to kiss all the shyness away, to show her that there is nothing she should worry about, because she’ll be beautiful in his eyes no matter what, day and night, and always.
On the other hand, he knows it’s his job as a man and as her boyfriend to make her feel comfortable in her own body — a body that he worships with every chance he gets. He loves the constellations on her back, the softness of her legs, and the way she fits perfectly with him, in any position.
If he wouldn’t know better, he’d say they were made for each other, in every aspect.
Lando watches her as she closes her eyes, knowing she’s expecting him to kiss her. Instead, he chooses to study her face, closely, like he’s never done it before, taking in every detail, from the tiny mole under her left eye and her pink lips that can do so much damage to him, to the marks he left over her neck and shoulders the night before.
Without thinking twice, he traces his finger over some of the darkened spots, taking in every part of her that he’s made his own, like an artist admiring his own work.
“You’re mesmerizing.”
It’s the last thing she expects him to say. Usually, he’d call her beautiful or breathtaking, but this time the compliment goes behind the surface. He knows he could look at her for hours, without getting bored. It means that, in the daylight, he is finally able to see something more profound.
She can’t help but let out a sigh in protest, but still smiles in return. “Shut up.”
“And all mine, yes?” he adds, letting his eyes slide down her bare chest, following each line and curve.
She nods, “You know it.”
It’s making him crazy, the way her body lays out under him, and the way he can clearly see the result of his need, desire and hunger on her skin. He’s speechless for a while, his mind filled with one lonely thought: her.
Her eyes fix on him the moment she feels his hand gently squeezing one of her breasts, caressing her nipple with his thumb.
“Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks softly, pressing a finger into one of the hickeys that ended up looking like a little, weirdly shaped heart.
Her soft wince takes them both by surprise, a sudden wave of guilt washing over Lando at the thought that he could hurt her unintentionally.
“I’m fine,” the girl tries to assure him, but he frowns, already beating himself up for losing control like that.
He can’t help it, though.
“I’m so sorry, I—”
“Don’t,” she cuts him off, “You didn’t hurt me, I promise. Plus, I got you good, too,” she says, running the pads of her fingers over the crimson fingernail marks left on his shoulders.
He can hear the sweetness in her voice, all the guilt melting away in an instant. From there, Lando moves with an intensity and skill that is all too familiar, as if he were on the track, determined to put together the perfect lap.
He presses his lips on her silky skin, desperately wanting to soothe her. To continue to worship her. To thank her for existing and choosing him to share herself with.
“If it hurts later...” Lando begins, raising his head to look at his girlfriend.
Her hand glides up to cup his chin in her palm. “It’ll be a reminder of how good you make me feel every single time,” she finishes his sentence, finally pulling him in for a kiss.
At the sound of her words, a low moan slips from his throat into her mouth, the simple affirmation enough to make Lando lose it. Her hands land on his shoulders, pulling him as close to her as possible. The eagerness is making him so desperate, wanting to feel the connection in every vital point of his body.
She wraps her legs around his waist, while Lando’s hand travels up to hold the side of her neck, his tongue delving into her mouth into a messy kiss. Another moan escapes through her lips this time, the second she feels his hand slightly squeezing her.
As he deepens the kiss with a smile on his lips, she tries to speak, hardly able to form more words, her voice vanishing into a gentle moan.
This time, the race is different, and he is not in a haste to finish, enjoying every turn with an air of confidence that is unmistakably Lando. He seems to be able to read her so easily, even when she goes nonverbal, because it feels so good to have him on top.
With every touch and every inch of him, they fall into harmony. With each heartbeat and kiss, the low hum of energy between them intensifies until the world beyond their entwined bodies disappears into a fuzzy, faraway blur.
It’s just them and the need to crawl under each other’s skin.
His palm moves to cradle her face as he brings her closer, causing her to catch her breath and quiver. Her senses are sharpened, each gentle touch and soft sound more vivid than the previous, and she feels herself immersing herself in the present. In him. Entirely.
Lando feels her body arching up against his, a reflex reaction when he puts a little pressure between her legs. His tongue pushes deeper into her mouth, his hips rolling against hers, a low moan coming from the back of his throat.
“Your mouth…,” she exhales breathlessly, raising her hips to meet his halfway.
As a result of countless nights spent together, Lando gets the memo without her needing to elaborate. He became a pro at reading her body language like it’s an open book, which makes him smirk, so proud he manages to understand her needs from a simple movement.
His lips are traveling south, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When she feels his hot breath hoovering above her thighs, her fingers find home in his hair, guiding Lando where she needs him most. His mind goes blank as soon as he feels her warmth, the taste of her flooding his senses.
He buries his face further, his tongue lapping at her intently, wanting to feel more of her. Much, much more. One of his hands moves down to her hips, anchoring them to the bed as he smiles at the sound of her soft whining — his favorite melody.
As soon as she starts to wiggle under his touch, his tongue begins circling, delving deeper than before. Her taste drives him wild while his mouth is making little wet noises against her.
“So sweet and warm f’me, aren’t you?” he asks rhetorically, bringing his free hand between her thighs. “Fucking hell,” he lets out a breathy exhale, his thumb moving to rub against her clit, while two of his fingers push slowly inside.
She uses a hand to grip the sheets just as Lando pulls back a little, keeping his fingers thrusting in and out at an increasing pace that make her toes curl.
“Baby…,” she sucks in a breath, feeling the pressure building slowly, but surely.
“I know,” he whispers, rolling back on top of her to muffle her moans with a furtive kiss. “You’re so pretty, you know that? So pretty, taking my fingers so well.”
“Lando, please,” she whines, moving her hips in unison with his hand, trying to catch the wave that she’s been chasing ever since she felt his tongue on her.
Lando bites his lower lip in an attempt to hide his smile; he loves to see her losing herself like that only from his fingers.
“Mhm, you take what you need, yeah? Fuck my fingers, that’s it.”
She arches against his hand harder, bringing her arms around Lando’s neck for more stability. He lets his forehead drop on hers, their breaths blending together while she pants at his encouragements. Their lips come in contact once more, as Lando slows her down with the other hand on her hip, gripping her tightly to gently pull out his fingers.
The sudden emptiness forces her to let a cry out, her pussy clenching down hard on nothing.
“Don’t piss me off,” she warns, wrapping her fingers around his neck, bringing his mouth to hers with the aggression of a needy woman that knows what she wants.
The kiss hits like a turbocharger at peak RPM, fast and powerful, leaving them breathless in its wake, their minds spinning wildly like they are racing against time.
“Need to be inside you,” he chuckles at her eagerness, pumping himself in his hand a few times before rubbing the head of his cock over her needy core to spread the wetness.
The feeling leaves her almost breathless, her thighs wanting to press together instinctively, until Lando stops them with a firm grip.
He lets out a noisy moan into her neck, her body making him feel like he’s sinking, the feeling of her walls squeezing him bringing up all the memories from last night. Lando buries his face in her chest, trying to steady himself, but it’s a losing game.
He’s already a goner.
“How are you always this tight around me, baby, fuck,” he pants, breathing wetly against her skin.
Every cell in her body feels like it’s on fire, his words far from being registered in her head. Instead, she spreads her legs wider, making more room for him to fill her up completely, inch by inch.
“Shit, it feels so good. You feel so good, please,” she continues begging, because there’s nothing else she can do. Except raising her hips to push back against his thrusts as he finally starts moving.
The sound of skin on skin reverberates around the quiet room, peppered with occasional whimpers and Lando’s low moans. It’s almost too much, but that doesn’t stop her from meeting her boyfriend halfway. Quite the opposite. She’s aware she’s ruining the sheets with how wet she is, her pussy dripping with both their juices. But seeing the look on his face while he drives her it’s enough to simply not care about the mess they’re making.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Like that,” he moans, gripping her thighs, partially to hit her with hard, long strokes, that he knows it drives her wild. But mostly because he needs something to hold on to.
Soon enough, Lando’s breath starts coming out in quick, hot pants, his free hand clutching at the sheets by her head. His body is on fire, being able to feel her raw and see her face change with pleasure every time he hits her sweet spot. His eyes squeeze shut, the build-up almost too much for him to not lose it.
“Ah, shit. Baby, you’re killing me. Squeezing me so tight, I’m not. Gonna. Last,” he admits, accentuating the words with each hard thrust.
“Don’t hold back, please. Please, don’t stop…,” her words fade at the intensity of the warm knot that forms in her stomach, her legs tightening more around him.
“Yeah? You want to come, baby?” he asks, fucking his cock deeply into her, making her squeeze her eyes shut at the feeling, while her nails are slowly digging into his back.
She doesn’t have time to feel bad for causing new scratches on top of his old ones as pleasure meets pain at its sweetest level. He’s not bothered in the slightest, too preocupied to enjoy her, his focus on how every inch of his length gets hugged by her walls so tightly.
“I’m… Oh, yes! Fuck. I’m so close,” she moans, her mind going numb, letting her breath out in short spasms.
He hears the desperation in her voice, which makes him picking up the pace, bringing his hand between their bodies so he could rub her clit in a ferm, circular motion. With that, it’s enough for her to let out a string of moans as she comes hard around his cock. Her mind wanders through spaces filled with pure pleasure, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
The sight of her drives him crazy, determined to reach his release while she still has that satisfied look on her face. Lando starts fucking her harder, pressing their bodies roughly into the mattress as he mumbles filthy words in her ear, that she’s too dizzy to decipher.
“So fucking pretty when you come, my baby.”
His baby.
“Yours,” she agrees, her mouth parting slightly at the feeling of his hands roaming everywhere on her body.
She knows he’s close, judging by the sloppy thrusts he’s struggling to keep under control. But control is overrated, anyway. And it only takes a couple more until hot shots are spilling deep inside, filling her up.
“Fucking hell,” Lando exhales, collapsing on top of her, his cock throbbing against her walls, too sensitive to pull out right away.
She wraps her arms around her boyfriend, kissing his forehead, his cheek, and shoulder, their heavy breaths echoing throughout the bedroom.
He swallows hard, completely spent, running his arm up and down her side, while her hand ends up in his hair, pushing his curls out of the way so she could look at him.
“Should we go get coffee?” she asks matter-of-factly, her genuinely curious tone making Lando laugh.
“After I take you from behind?”
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Pretty sure I haven't shared this before? It's a loose copy, but I'm really like the original (and my take on it) 😈👍🏻
(I always imagine Erik and Richard interacting the same way Alec and Julian did back when they were on good terms lol. Their day-to-day pics honestly look just like a pair of brothers, and I love that!(*^ω^*)
#project hail mary
#photography
