#All the Time in the World (Timekeeper)

[thegoodmorningman]

Dear Corvi Dable, Time is a lie. A lie they've been telling you all your life. They don't want you to have a Good Morning all day every day. Because if you did, what power would they have left? Your Eternal pal, Bud☀️🧙🏼‍♂️✌🏼

[the-poke-nebula]

“How cute~ You think you can avoid what time has in store for you. I suppose you also think that your love and friendship can alter fate itself, right?”

[buttercupart]

[OC-tober prompts by spiral89art]

day 23 - [create a new oc - music edition] - based off the lyrics

of monsters and men - from finner / dirty paws

[fishtank32]

Some old oc drawings

[spy-kids-database]

Photoshoot of Spy Kids: All the Time in the World.

[toyfulbox]

tag dump (huge one lol)

[accioscarheadthings]

I been reading your ken sato stuff and love them🤭. Could you do one were it’s like curvy reader but they just have that milf aura to them but that’s just how they are. Like basically Ken kinda met his match idk how to say it😞. But ya keep up the beautiful work pooks ☺️

thank youu anon 💖💖 i hope i delivered what you asked for...

Tender Dominance

pairing: kenji sato x curvy!fem!reader

warning: none, fluff, soft moments, partial nudity(?), mentions of smut towards the end

summary: kenji with a curvy!fem!reader who has milf energy

masterlist !

⇏ kenji couldn't help but feel a surge of desire every time you entered a room. your mere presence seemed to ooze a magnetic energy that drew him in.

⇏ as you stood there, talking to a friend or adjusting your clothes, his eyes would follow your every move, tracking the subtle curves of your body. he'd find himself staring at the way your hair framed your face, or the way your lips curled into a smile as you laughed.

⇏ kenji was captivated by the way you moved and carried yourself. there was something about the way you commanded attention, the way you held yourself with such poise and grace, that he found utterly intoxicating.

kenji clung to you like a lifeline, his arms wrapped tightly around you. even the threat of being late couldn't break his hold. he needed this closeness, the warmth of your body, the scent of your skin, the rhythm of your heartbeat. it was a primal need, an inborn craving. your presence was a balm for his racing mind, soothing the anxieties that plagued him. with you, the world seemed quieter, simpler. the constant chatter in his head faded, replaced by a sense of peace and comfort. you cradled his face in your hands, gently tracing the contours of his cheeks and jaws. his eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure bliss washing over his features. with a soft smile on your lips, you began to cover his face with a series of tender kisses. you started on his forehead, then moved down to his temples, followed by the tip of his nose. finally, you arrived at his lips, where you lingered for a moment, savoring the softness of his mouth against yours.

his fingers curled around your waist, gently gripping the soft flesh there. he relished the feeling of your velvety body against his muscular one, the subtle give of your stomach making him want to pull you even closer. "kenji, aren't you late for a press meet?" you reminded him gently. his eyes snapped open, and he cursed under his breath, "crap, you're right," he muttered, reluctantly pulling away from you.

he sat up with a huff, raking a hand through his hair in frustration, "i can't believe i lost track of time again," you rolled your eyes as he regretted his lack of timekeeping skills, "of course you can't," you echoed, pulling the bedsheet up to cover your bare chest. as you watched him scramble to get ready, you couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and affection for his scatterbrained nature. kenji quickly rose from the bed, stretching his limbs as he searched for his clothes, "damn it," he muttered under his breath, "i should have set an alarm," he flung open the wardrobe doors, grabbed the closest items of clothing he could find, and began pulling them on like a man possessed. his hands fumbled with the buttons and zippers, fingers trembling with frustration as they tangled in the fabric. you watched with a mix of amusement and concern as he frantically dressed, amused by his chaotic energy but concerned about his punctuality, "don't you think you should take a moment to calm down?" you offered teasingly, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

the bedsheet was draped around you, the sheer material hugging your curves in all the right places. the way it clung to your body, the thin fabric leaving your bare flesh tantalizingly visible.

kenji's eyes roamed over your form, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh as the sheer fabric clung to your body. his gaze lingered on the way the material bunched at your stomach, drawing attention to its soft, rounded shape. it curved up around your breasts, creating a delightful crevice that framed your cleavage, and then continued to hug your sternum, the taut material pressing against your skin. your hardened nipple was clearly visible through the translucent material, leaving little to the imagination. his hands itched to reach out and touch you, to run his palms over your curves and feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. but he knew he couldn't, not when he was running late. he immediately felt his cheeks flare up in a deep blush. he stammered, his words lodging in his throat as he found himself unable to look away. "eyes up here, big boy," you chuckled at his flustered state, enjoying the effect you were having on him.

kenji's heart thumped in his chest as he heard your words, his desire for you growing stronger with every passing moment. he fidgeted restlessly, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you. he bit his bottom lip, his eyes still glued to your seductive form, "you're killin' me, mama," he groaned, his voice hoarse with longing. you laughed, enjoying the effect you had on him, "and you're a sucker for it," you retorted, running a hand idly across your barely covered waist, the bedsheeet dipping between your legs and revealing a hint of your bare thigh. kenji's eyes followed the path of your hand, his mouth going dry as he watched the way the sheer fabric moved with your touch, "you drive me insane," he rasped, his voice low and husky with need, "fuckk," "is that a good thing or a bad thing?" you teased, leaning back on the bed and deliberately arching your body to give him a better view.

kenji's breath caught in his throat as he took in the enticing sight before him. his eyes raked over your form, taking in every curve and contour, "both," he answered, his voice hoarse and strained, "good because it makes me i feel lots of things. bad because I can't act on it right now," you chuckled, relishing the power you held over him in that moment, "poor baby," you purred, feigning sympathy, "so desperate, but so helpless." you rolled over, laying on your stomach, and gazed up at kenji, a coy smile playing on your lips. the bedsheet fell open slightly, revealing an irresistible glimpse of your bare skin through the sheer fabric. you beckoned him closer with one finger. kenji's eyes widened at the sight, his heart racing at the way the bedsheet now hung loosely off your form, the sheer fabric revealing just enough to drive him mad with desire. he swallowed hard, walking towards you, torn between his primal urges and his sense of duty, struggling to keep control.

you caught his hand gently, bringing it to your lips and showering each knuckle with a tender kiss. the gesture was so simple, yet it made his breath hitch. he watched you, entranced by the softness of your lips against his skin. you bit his knuckles playfully, gently nipping at them with your teeth as you gazed up at him. kenji's breath hitched at the sensation, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through him. he watched you, a smirk forming on his lips as he noticed the cheeky gleam in your eyes, "you're a naughty one," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. he flexed his fingers slightly, testing the way your teeth pressed softly against his skin.

he squatted down on the floor, positioning himself in front of the bed. his hand slipped from your grasp to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, clashing your lips to his in a deep kiss. your mouths meld together, and your lips move in a passionate embrace. a low moan escaped from your throat, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. kenji's hands immediately slid down to your hips, groping possessively, trying to feel as much of you as possible, his touch both demanding and tender. you pull away from the kiss with a soft gasp, meeting his gaze as you remind him, "you're late, honey," kenji whined in frustration, his eyes clouded with desire as he looked down at you, "i know, mama," he muttered, "but I can't help it when you're being so damn tempting," you roll your eyes at his response, knowing all too well the effect you had on him, "well, you better get untempted quick,"

⇏ those times, when the weight of public scrutiny and criticism felt too heavy to bear, he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he'd come home after a particularly tough day and seek you out, desperate for comfort and reassurance that he wasn't as bad as the media made him out to be.

kenji stumbled through the door, his expression a mix of sullenness and shame. he knew he had messed up, again, and the weight of media criticism was weighing heavily on his shoulders.

the media had jumped on the incident between kenji and his teammate, exaggerating the fight and painting him as a volatile and uncontrollable athlete. to make matters worse, his subsequent outburst at a news conference had earned him the label "wild athlete gone loose."

kenji was met by your disapproving gaze in the living room, your arms crossed in front of you. you fixed him with a steady glare, your finger pointing at him firmly, "i notice you've been keeping yourself busy," you said, turning off the television and giving him your undivided attention. he hung his head, feeling ashamed of his behaviour, "i'm sorry, babe," he murmured, his voice sheepish. he took your accusing hand into his own, gently covering the span of your fist with his. he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your pointer finger.

"i snapped," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice, "i know i shouldn't have, but i just couldn't hold it in any longer," his grip on your hand tightened in distress. your expression softened a little as you watched him, your stern demeanor faltering in the face of his remorse. your fingers shifted to intertwine with his. you knew kenji was impulsive, prone to letting his emotions get the best of him. but you also knew he was trying to change. you sighed, "you can't keep doing this," you chided, your voice firm but gentle, "every time you lash out, it reflects badly on you and on your team," you continued, "the media is already having a field day with your behavior. you need to learn to control your temper,"

kenji nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "i know," he muttered, squeezing your intertwined hands, "i just get so frustrated sometimes. the pressure, the expectations, it all builds up and i just can't take it anymore," he sat down on the couch, in front of you, his hands coming to rest automatically on your hips. with you still standing in front of him, he pulled you closer, his face nuzzling into your stomach as he inhaled deeply. the warmth of your body, your soft scent, and the familiar feel of your flesh under his touch immediately eased some of the tension in his body. you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, circular motions. he closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your touch. the feel of your fingers on his scalp was like a tonic, seeping right through his blood and easing the stress pumping through him. he buried his face deeper into your stomach, seeking comfort in your presence, "'m just so sick of everything," he groaned, looking up at you with his chin on your tummy, a pout on his adorable pink lips, "'m so tired, mama," you hugged his head closer to your body, kissing the top of his head, "i know, baby. it's okay. i got you,"

⇏ you could be doing something mundane as preparing dinner, the spatula in your hand, and kenji couldn't help but watch you intently.

⇏ the way you stood, your hip naturally resting on one side, had a certain allure to it. your confidence was captivating, and the casual grace of your movements was effortlessly attractive.

⇏ it wasn't just the action of cooking that caught his eye, but the way you carried yourself while doing it. every move you made was fluid and confident, radiating a subtle sensuality.

kenji was watching you in the kitchen, fascinated by how you skillfully wielded the spatula, your hand resting on your hip as you cooked.

suddenly, he found himself completely captivated by your look - something about the way you stood, hip cocked to one side, holding the spatula like a seasoned chef, drove him absolutely wild.

he couldn't help but approach you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck, whispering, "you don't know what you do to me when you look like that,"

you leaned back lightly against him, sinking into the warmth of his body.

he pressed his body against yours, his hands resting on your hips as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, "you look damn amazing like that," he murmured, his lips grazing against your skin, "like a hot mama, cooking for her man."

"but i'm just cooking," you defended with a chuckle, his words shooting shivers down your spine, "does it turn you on?"

"yeah," he chuckled in your ear as he ran his hands up and down your sides. "there's something about watching you cook. i especially love the way you stand, hip cocked, like you know exactly what you're doing," he moved one hand up to your hair, gently tugging on it, "it's like you're tempting me or something," his lips found their way to your neck, starting to press hot kisses along the sensitive skin as he continued, "it makes me want to forget about the food and just have you instead. right here against the counter," you sputtered, mouthing wordlessly as you tried to ignore the effect he had on you, "k-kenji..." he chuckled against your neck, feeling your surprise, "you're speechless, huh?" he nipped at your skin playfully, "that's okay, mama. you don't need to speak. your body is doing all the talking for you,"

he ran his hands along your sides again, his touch growing more possessive, caressing the soft flesh of your tummy, "the way you stand, the way you move... it all screams 'take me, i'm yours',"

"mmhm, you can take me, but not now. i gotta cook. so now, you gotta behave," you responded by reaching your hand back to cradle the nape of his neck. you turned your face slightly to place a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

he let out a low hum of satisfaction as he felt your lips on his cheek, "now that's just not fair," he murmured, tightening his hold on you, "you can't do something hot like this and expect me to behave myself!"

⇏ kenji’s flirty ambiance was all about confidence and charisma. he’s not afraid to use his good looks and charm to get what he wants, and his smooth talk and easy-going attitude make him hard to resist.

⇏ but this demeanor faltered in your presence. becoming a tangled mess of nerves. his usual charm and wit are replaced by stutterings and stumbling over words, making him seem flustered and vulnerable around you. it’s as if his feelings for you overwhelm his usual charm and wit, leaving him speechless and off-balance.

kenji entered the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance as you sat on the counter, your legs swinging back and forth. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he admiringly ran his gaze over your form, taking note of the way the white sundress clung to your curves and the way the hem swayed gently around your thighs. he let out a low hum of appreciation, his eyes trailing over your figure as he approached you, "mm, you look good, mama," he leaned over and sponged a loud kiss to your cheek, pulling an endearing smile from you.

kenji couldn't help but be enchanted by your charming smile. you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hip, and tugged him toward you, causing him to stumble between your legs. he took in the sight of you, lounging on the counter with your hands resting behind you. you looked down at him, "thank you, baby," your voice was sultry and soothing. kenji's cocky smirk faded into a flustered boyish expression as your seductive presence and the way you took charge made his heart rate quicken, "y-you can't just... do that to me, babe..." "do what?" you tipped your head to the side with a questioning look, your hair falling in the same direction.

"this," he paused, "this thing you do... when you just... take control like that," he let out a shaky breath. his fingers trailed over the exposed part of your thigh, his expression shy and timid, "'s driving me crazy," you brought up a hand to cradle the side of his face, adoring how submissive and pliant he got around you. he leaned into your touch, his eyes half-lidding as he relishes the feeling of your palm against his skin. a shiver ran down his spine as you grasp his face, and he involuntarily lets out a soft, low hum of pleasure.

you traced your thumb just below the outline of his lower lip, cooing softly at him, "my pretty boy," kenji tilted his head closer, his lips instinctively following your thumb. he let out a shaky exhale, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body, ”more,” he muttered, his voice a mere whisper as he tried to press closer to your touch, "please mama," his hands made their way up to your curves and your stomach. he let out a satisfied hum, his fingers digging into your flesh as he gripped your love handles almost possessively, his palms cupping to mold them into the hollow of his palms, ”i love your body so much,” he muttered, his voice low and filled with reverence.

you looped a finger into his gold chain, leaning back and pulling him closer. your lips landed on his jawline in a smooch, the hand on his face caressing lovingly. he closed his eyes, relishing the tenderness of your touch. growing shy, he hid his face in your neck, making you poke fun at him with a chuckle.

⇏ when kenji calls you 'mama', his voice takes on a soft, sensual tone. he's not just saying the word; he's savoring it, the way it rolled off his tongue in that sweet and affectionate way. it portrayed how much love he holds for you in his heart.

kenji would come home to you with a bouquet of flowers, a proud smile on his face. he had personally picked them out for you, hoping to make you smile. "these are for you, mama," he said warmly, his eyes softening as you accepted them with an excited gasp.

⇏ sometimes, there's a hint of desire and longing in his tone like he's trying to show how much he craves you. a subtle but unmistakable hint of the depth of his need and want.

"oh f-fuck, you feel so good, mama," he groaned against your neck, bottoming out and grabbing a hand full of your ass. with both of you on your knees, your back pressed against the strong expanse of his chest. he wrapped his arm around your body, holding you snugly in place while he fucked his hips into yours ruthlessly. your mouth was wide open with each breath, sending puffs of air past your lips. drool dripped down your chin, creating a sight that was both sultry and captivating. he dragged his cock out of your sopping heat, groaning at the way your pussy sucked him in. your mixed arousal dribbled down your inner thigh with the force of each dip of his cock. "hnng, so perfect. so," thrust "fucking," thrust "beautiful,"

[tinietaehyun]

Wondrous Tales

[Wonderland!txt x lost!reader] [one-shot series]

Pairing(s): wonderland!txt! x lost!reader

Genre(s): fantasy, dark fantasy, romance, supernatural, thriller, one-shots.

Contains: (specific to each one-shot)

Links: Masterlist

Summary: Upon your stroll in the park, you stumble upon an envelope on the grass. With further inspection, it appears to be an invite of sorts. How peculiar indeed.

Wonderland? What was that? Did someone accidentally drop an invite for a birthday or costume party on their way?

Brimming with curiosity, you open up the flap to peek inside. Initially there seems to be no name, huh, it’s not addressed to anyone. Then why…

Before you could even finish your thought, you begin to see the world around you warp and twist as you soon come to realise the dire consequences of your insatiable curiosity.

Perhaps you should have left that damn invite alone because now, you were stuck in a whole other whimsical and whacky world with no idea how to get out!

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you’ll meet some rather interesting people along your journey to leave. Though….dear reader, will you successfully escape or become ensnared by the five lovely figures of Wonderland?

1. The White Rabbit - Choi Soobin

➸ “The timekeeper of Wonderland, no matter how efficient he is, he is destined to run late. A timid soul who has always led guests to their doom, there’s not much he can do about it after all.”

Summary: With your abrupt arrival into this whimsical space, you wander around aimlessly. How odd, every turn you took, you ended up in the same spot.

Though as they say, third time’s the charm, when you encounter a blonde haired man, with a top hat and formal attire - goodness, were you going insane already?

The man gives you a gentle smile, walking towards you with his hand outstretched, “Goodness it’s been awhile since we’ve had any guests,” he observes you, “A pretty one no less.” That‘s it, you were definitely going insane.

He brings your hand to his lips with a soft gaze, “You must be so frazzled, guests always are. Well it’s my pleasure to be your guide. Now, come on, chop, chop, time’s ticking.” With a swift tug, you’re getting pulled along by this strangely tall man. What had you gotten yourself into?

Read here!

2. The King Of Hearts - Choi Yeonjun

➸ “A ruthless, flirtatious man with a dramatic flare who has quite the fondness for new guests. So much so, half don’t even make it out. He’s always looking for entertainment and wishes to be the centre of attention, so always make sure you give him what he wants.”

Summary: You peer around at this red, black and white lavish interior. A shudder vibrates through you - maybe you were better off with Soobin. You wonder what happened to him, everything happened so quickly. One moment he grasped your hand tightly and the next you saw him getting dragged away!

The guards shove you through a set of grand heart engraved doors and you stumble to your knees. Peering up, you see the man himself, one leg atop the other, a bored expression on his face, his eyes glimmering in intrigue.

“Ah, my darling guest, have you already fallen for me? Surely, you must have plans to keep me more entertained than that.” He smirks almost too sweetly with a flick of his wrist, “After all, you’ll find out very quickly, what happens to those I get bored with.”

Read here!

3. The March Hare- Huening Kai

➸ “Tea, tea, tea. It’s always tea time for him. Time for tea? Or is it tea’s time to be had? Don’t ever refuse his offer for tea, or you’ll find yourself perpetually mad.”

Summary: Gasping and panting raggedly for breath, you seemed to have done good by sliding down the fluorescent tunnel as a last resort! The King’s guards almost caught you!

What a maniac he was! How could someone be so obsessive? Your heart rate slows as you peer around, huh, this area seemed secluded. You deem it should be safe to take some rest here. Right? Goodness, you couldn’t trust this place at all! Little by little you feel your sanity tearing away.

“Oh? Who’s wandered into my little grove? Another guest for my tea party?” Your head snaps up seeing a tall man, with a coy grin as he clicks his tongue, walking towards you, “Oh you must be the pretty little guest I’ve heard so much about…oh then, join me, won’t you? For my little tea party?”

You had a feeling you couldn’t refuse even if you wanted to.

Read Here!

4. The Mad Hatter - Choi Beomgyu

➸ “His pretty face hides the most decrepit madness. A man who killed time, quite literally. Is being mad so bad? Is being bad so mad? Why be suppressed with all those boring rules and go insane with the Hatter instead?”

Summary: Having managed to elude the tea party and trick Kai into thinking you’ll stay, you scramble for your life by bargaining with a strange caterpillar hanging from the trees to escape.

Being barely lucid, you stumble into what seems to be another secluded grove, another tea party. Oh, you were definitely mad by this point. Not again! You see exuberant host with his feet up on the table with a grin, “Welcome, welcome, do come and join me, little love. I have lots of tea or are you sick of it from the March Hare?”

Panicked you rush off past him, he makes no move to chase after you. How strange. “Toodles, love!” Grimacing you rush off through the tangled foliage….only to arrive back to where you were facing the man again. A loop…?

“Time’s prisoner I am, and so you will be too. I’m awfully lonely and the hare’s fed up of my games. You’ll play with me and keep this Hatter company won’t you?”

Coming soon

5. The Cheshire Cat - Kang Taehyun

➸ “A man with hypnotic eyes and a killer smile, almost uncanny in its slyness. A man who likes to toy with his prey and use his wit to outsmart any and who dare to trespass his woods. He isn’t mad like the others, no, under his grin, hides someone smarter than everyone in Wonderland.”

Summary: You break the loop and take the Hatter off guard by your boldness, managing to somehow bypass his riddles and games. With all your remaining strength, you run deliriously, where? You don’t know.

All you know is the thousands of signs reading and pointing to an “exit” were taunting you. You couldn’t believe them. Not anymore, you couldn’t believe anyone, or anything in this world. You were not stupid enough to follow those damn signs and so, you go the opposite path. Into the Dark Woods.

Finding yourself even more lost and the last of your sanity crumbling away, the pollen in the air making you feel hazy, you’re startled to hear a voice, “Well, well, well, what a pretty thing has stepped into my woods today. Has no one told you I don’t like trespassers, hm?” Your eyes snap up to a man lounging in the branches above with a wide grin, “Don’t look so scared, I don’t bite too hard.”

Coming soon

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The Princess and the Maze by A. L. Heard

Of Loops and Weaves by Catherine E. Green

Glass Slipper: A Dance by Cedar D. McCafferty-Svec

Songs, Suppers, and Stories by D. V. Morse

Waiting for the Tide to Turn by Genevieve Maxwell

Chinaski’s Dirty Work by J. D. Harlock

Foundations by Johnathan Stern

Seal Island by K. B. Vimes

Into the Wyvern’s Lair by Mikki Madison

Sarisa by N. C. Farrell

Whispers of Atlantis: A Tale of Discovery and Belonging by Neo Scarlett

Be Not Afraid by Nicola Kapron

Awkward and Oblivious by R. L. Houck

Washer Wars: A Laundromat Feud by Samantha M. Piper

The Wayward Timekeeper by Terra P. Waters

if it’s meant to be by Tris Lawrence

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Chrysopoeia by Zel Howland

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Orchidelirium by Dei Walker

Old Kings and New by Lyonel Loy

Weather the Storm by Lyn Weaver

Pretty 7 Days a Week by R. L. Houck

Adventures of the Scarlet Sentry: After Dark by Samantha M. Piper

Worlds Apart (but Still Close) by Sanne Burg

Taken at Sea by Shea Sullivan

Warm Anything You Want by Tris Lawrence

LA Photographs Itself by YF Ollwell

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[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Fourteen-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Angst, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Slight!Heartbreak, Begging, Ab!Riding, Throat Fucking, Oral Sex (m rec.), Sexual Aggression.

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Your eyelids fluttered open, the world gradually shaping into focus around you. Confusion, muggled by the drowsiness due to your utter exhaustion, fogged your vision for a moment, until it cleared to the soft glow of the room illuminating your intertwined forms--Mattheo’s presence still enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

As you began to regain your sense of consciousness, a sudden surge of panic gripped you, tightening like a vice around your chest. Your eyes darted frantically, scanning the room for any sign of a clock or timekeeping device. The urgency of the moment bore down on you, the seconds ticking away in your racing heartbeat. Mattheo stirred, his awakening a slow unfurling of consciousness. His eyelids, heavy with remnants of sleep, flickered open, revealing the depths of his confusion. His brows furrowed, a silent question lingering in the lines of his face as he met your gaze.

In a groggy, half-asleep murmur, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Mattheo blinked a few long, slow blinks before his eyes, drenched in genuine concern, sought yours, searching for answers. As the realization of the situation slowly dawned on him, as he slowly comprehended your distress, his grasp around you immediately loosened, pulling away from you with a swift impulse.

"Mattheo, please, what time is it?" you implored, your voice laced with desperation as you tried to gauge the hour.

His eyes, still heavy with sleep, shifted to the clock across the room. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as his gaze met the numbers, and his eyes widened in shock. He whipped his head back to look at you, panic spreading through his eyes in the same instant that yours widened, both of you internally freaking out as the reality of what you'd done sank in.

"It's almost five in the morning," he said, his voice carrying the weight of realization, your pulse echoing in the tense silence that had now enveloped the room.

The pale light filtering through the window painted a surreal scene of dawn, a stark reminder of the night slipping away, carrying with it the consequences of your actions. The horror etched across both your faces underscored the need for swift action, but in that moment, you both were frozen, caught in the grip of shared regret and fear.

"Oh, Gods!" You finally said, leaping up from the couch, your mind racing with panic--the reality of the situation hit you like a tidal wave, and your thoughts spun in frantic circles.

Contemplations about what to tell Emily swirled through your mind, your heart hammering in your chest as you envisioned the countless possibilities. Creeping out unnoticed became your immediate mission, every step and breath need to be calculated in order to avoid detection. With your heart in your throat, you began to plan your escape, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

As your fingers tightened around the fabric of your clothes, a sharp pang of realization gripped you like a vice--your hair carried the undeniable scent of weed, alcohol, and sweat from sleeping against Mattheo.

"Oh, Gods..." you stammered, your voice trembling with panic as you clutched your clothes against your chest. Your frantic eyes met Mattheo's, desperation written all over your face. "I-I'm fucking screwed...I..."

Mattheo, still struggling to fully awaken, swung his legs over the edge of the couch and stood, his hand raking through his messy, disheveled hair in a gesture of exasperation, the muscles in his arms tensing and contracting with each movement.

"You, what?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "What is it?"

You were trembling, every fiber of your being vibrating with fear. "My hair...I...I smell like-"

"Hey, it's alright," Mattheo, sensing your distress, gently interrupted, his voice steady yet comforting. "Calm down, Raven, okay? It's bloody early; you'll be able to sneak out without anyone even noticing. No one is awake before eleven on fucking Sundays around here, let's be real..."

His words were a lifeline in your moment of crisis, his calm demeanor offering a glimmer of comfort amid your rising anxiety.

But your overwhelming panic refused to subside. "I just...Emily will smell it on me, I'll have absolutely no excuse, she knows I've never...she knows I-"

"Take a shower." Mattheo's eyes softened with understanding as he cut you off again, his mind racing for a solution. "Just...just have a shower, wash the smell off and tell her you fell asleep in the library...if she catches you while walking in, tell her you used the prefects washroom because you didn't want to wake her..."

His words hung in the air, a liferaft amidst the chaos of your racing thoughts. Take a shower, Mattheo had said, a flicker of relief trickling through your veins, pushing back the tide of panic that had threatened to overwhelm you as his suggestion sunk in.

Okay, deep breaths, you coached yourself internally, your racing mind slowly beginning to steady. Shower, wash it off, and a plausible excuse...the library, the prefects' washroom. It could work. It's believable.

With each exhale, the grip of panic began to loosen, replaced by a fragile sense of hope. Mattheo's idea, simple yet effective, became your main focus now, a plan to navigate the storm. You released a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, feeling some of the tension seep away. In that moment, you clung to the belief that maybe, just maybe, you could salvage the situation and keep your secret safe. The shower suddenly seemed like a sanctuary, a place where you could wash not only the physical traces of the night but also the lingering fear that had settled deep within your bones.

"Yeah...yeah, that might actually work," you said, your voice laced with tension. "Can...can you show me to it...?"

Mattheo parted his lips, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes at your question, the corners of his lips working hard to fight off an arrogant smirk. However, sensing your lingering tension and stress, he decided to skip the teasing in a surprising act of understanding.

Instead, he simply nodded, his expressions stoic and almost empathetic, and with a gentle motion, he directed you towards the washroom, silently acknowledging the unspoken fears that weighed on your shoulders.

As you stepped inside, a sense of tranquility enveloped you. The space was adorned in calming earthy tones, from the soft beige walls to the rich brown accents of the wooden cabinets. The ambient lighting, casting a warm, golden glow, lent an air of serenity to the room. The focal point was the walk-in shower, a sleek and elegant structure with transparent glass walls that made the room feel even more expansive. The shower's interior was fitted with gleaming chrome fixtures, accentuated by a tiled seat in bench, giving you a perfect place to sit and contemplate your questionable life choices, should you have had the time to do so.

So many thoughts swarmed your brain at this moment, watching as Mattheo padded toward the shower, turning it on and adjusting the water temperature for you--part of you cursed the Slytherin students, why was it fair they got private dorms, laced in luxury like this?

As you stepped closer to him, the nerves inside you intensified, manifesting as a persistent tremor in your hands. The reality of the situation washed over you anew, your palms clammy, and your heart hammering in your chest. The gentle sound of running water filled the room, its rhythmic flow serving as a reminder of the passage of time, urging you to act swiftly.

Sensing your returning panic, Mattheo veered closer, stopping in front of you as he met your eyes. Time seemingly stalled as he allowed his gaze to travel over your body, taking your clothes from your hands and placing them down on the counter before he met your eyes again, his gaze seeking permission before he reached out, hands finding your waist and tugging down your skirt. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, a touch so delicate yet electrifying that it sent shivers down your spine.

You felt your pulse quicken in response to his confidence and strength, unable to ignore how his movements flowed with ease, how he seemed so bloody in control, just as he always did--his every movement deliberate and reassuring.

You swallowed the jump of anxiety in your throat, unable to deny that being with him created a paradoxical sense of safety amid the chaos. Despite the fact that your life outside these walls was seemingly careening out of control, Mattheo's presence was a grounding force, a steady anchor in the storm.

"Might as well join you, yeah?" He murmured as he began undressing. "You don't seem to do very well under pressure, Raven...I'm worried you'll just stand there all day staring at the floor instead of actually fucking showering."

Your heart raced as you watched him shed whatever was left of his clothes, revealing the entirety of his physique that was utterly mouthwatering, for a lack of better words. His body was a canvas of scars, each one a testament to altercations fought and challenges surmounted. As your eyes traced the lines of his chest, your gaze was drawn to the stories etched onto his skin, mingling with the striking contours of his abs.

His figure was far from flawless, yet it held a raw, captivating beauty that transcended physical perfection. The scars spoke of resilience, and in their midst, his sculpted abs stood as a testament to his enduring strength. A mixture of desire and reverence washed over you, a profound appreciation for the strength that lay beneath his skin. You licked your lips, your body responding to the allure of both his physical form and the unspoken tales written across his flesh.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Mattheo..." you whispered, hiding your grin. "Sounds like you just want to shower with me."

Mattheo stepped into the shower, the water running down over his skin, and held out a hand to you. You took his outstretched hand, closing your eyes as he pulled you in close to him under the steaming hot water. The feeling of his skin against yours was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body.

"Of course I do," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress against your cheek. Your entire body tingled as his hands roamed over your back, massaging the knots that had formed there as a result of your stress and anxiety. "I want to do a lot of fucking things with you, Raven..."

"Yeah?" You melted into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he worked out the tension in your muscles. "Like what?"

"Like kiss you here," he murmured, his lips grazing against your neck. "And touch you here..." his hand slithered down your side, curling around to your ass, gripping a possessive palmful--a low groan escaping his lips as he did. "I want to give you pleasure you've never known...pleasure you'll never forget..."

"Mm." His words filled you with a sense of calm, the comfort of them washing over you like a warm blanket. You leaned into him even more, running your hands through his damp hair, loving the way it felt between your fingers. "You already have..."

"Not enough." Mattheo's muscles tensed against you, teeth nipping your earlobe. "Not even fucking close to enough, princess..."

For a few minutes, the two of you just stood there in silence, letting the hot water wash away the sweat, the tension, the anxiety surrounding the past few weeks. You were lost in the feel of him, the way he moved against you, the sound of his breathing in your ear.

Eventually, though, he pulled back, his hands cupping your face as he looked down at you with an intense expression.

"Listen to me," he said, his voice low and urgent, his dark eyes pouring into yours as though he could give you parts of his own strength, parts of his own resolve. "Everything will be okay, no one is going to find out...and besides, this...this is over...so there's nothing more to be worried about...you're just my tutor after you step out of here, that's it..."

You nodded silently, the weight of his words settling over you. There was a pang of fleeting sadness, a desire for this moment to linger even though you knew it couldn't. Mattheo's arms encircled you, his touch firm, almost protective, as if he was shielding you from something more than hypothetical prying eyes. The reassuring spell that were his words seemed to erase some of the burdens that had weighed you down.

With anticipation hanging thick in the air, the shower head jets pounded against your skin while streams trickled between your bodies. Mattheo, seemingly composed, spun you around and grabbed a cloth, meticulously rubbing a scented soap bar onto the fabric, lathering it with methodical precision. And then, before you could even realize what the fuck was happening, he began washing your body, his movements deliberate and controlled, covering every inch of your skin with his efficient touch.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind drift away as you surrendered to the sensation of his practiced hands, ignoring the complexities that screamed beneath the surface. As he finished washing you, the water cascading down your skin and the scent of the soap permeating the air around you, he pressed his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sighed as he shifted your hair over your shoulder, grazing his lips against your neck as his hard, insistent cock pressed against your back. The sensation of his entirely naked body pressed against yours ignited a heat within you, a fervor you hadn't ever known before. A soft moan escaped your lips as he teasingly nipped at your earlobe, his hands firmly gripping your hips, creating an electric connection that sent shivers down your spine, even amidst the scorching heat of the shower.

"Matty..." you mewled, your head spinning as it fell back against his shoulder, fingers trembling as your hands found his, still tightly holding you against him. "Fuck..."

Mattheo huffed, his hands leaving your hips to roam over your body as you squirmed against him, electricity sparking through your veins and he cupped your tits, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples, his breath a hot pant against your ear.

"If you want something, you'll have to ask for it nicely, princess..." he teased, his lips grazing against your pulse. "We said last night was the last time...didn't we?"

"We did..." you let out a breathless laugh, his teasing only fueling the overwhelming heat between the both of you. "But one more time can't hurt, can it?"

Mattheo grinned against your neck, his large, firm hands slowly moving back down to your hips.

"Filthy little thing," he murmured, fingers slipping lower, trailing cautiously between your thighs. "Tell me what you want, Raven..."

You groaned in frustration, your mind clouded with lust as he teased over your mound, one finger brushing against your clit, only briefly, but with enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure through your limbs, melding your body against his, his cock twitching with need behind you.

"I...I-fuck..." you whimpered, almost embarrassed at how badly you wanted him, your mind sparking with lust for the power of his body. "I want to ride your abs..."

"Fucking hell...just when I think you can't surprise me any fucking further..." Mattheo groaned, squeezing you with enough force to illicit a squeal from your throat, his teeth sinking into your neck and undoubtedly breaking blood vessels before he released you and gripped your wrist, tugging you toward the tiled bench. "Take me...use me, Raven, I'm yours to fucking use..."

His words slammed your chest like a fifty pound brick, your entire body vibrating in place as he released you and turned to lay down, his lean body tensing and muscles rippling with each movement--your thighs screaming in desperate fucking need at the sight of him as he settled there on his back--his thick erection pressing against his belly, his abs glistening with diamond droplets, his eyes urging, daring you to come closer.

"Don't be shy now, little slut..." he teased, brushing his wet curls back from his forehead, that perfect smirk painted across his lips. "Come and fucking get it..."

Your feet carried you closer, lost in the pull of his eyes, climbing up onto the bench, body trembling as you straddled him once again, your heart racing with anticipation. Mattheo's hands immediately moved up to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they hardened against his touch. You moaned softly as he played with you, your hips grinding instinctively against his hard, wet body.

With a moan, you began to rock back and forth on top of him, the water cascading over both of you as you moved. Mattheo's eyes were locked onto yours, a dark fire burning in his gaze that sent shivers down your spine.

"Fuck-you're so fucking sexy," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body until they found your hips, aiding you in moving against him. "Look at what I do to you...the power I fucking hold over you and I haven't even fucked you..."

You shuddered at his words, silently acknowledging them in your head, knowing that what you were doing right now was unlike anything you'd ever fucking imagined you be doing, making yourself cum from grinding on his fucking body--ready to reach your high without him even having to touch you. It was a moment of silent realization, forcing you to acknowledge your desires. That's how much you desired this man, that's how much power he held over you. He was right, he was always fucking right. You were helpless to fight it, helpless to resist.

"Fuck..." the pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume you entirely. You couldn't help but moan loudly, the sound echoing off the steamy walls as Mattheo's fingers dug into your skin, leaving deep red marks in their wake. "Gods, Matty...shit..."

The water fuelled the heat against your skin, steam rising up around you like a lingering ghost. Droplets dripped from your hair, running down your body. Your skin flushed with exertion, all your focus locked on the messy haired, complicated man sprawled out below you, his dark eyes piercing into yours, his gaze darkened with lust and his lips parted in utter fascination.

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" He growled, the muscles in his abs tensing underneath you, intensifying the sensations coursing through your limbs, his hands trailing up your sides. "You like using me like this, don't you? Using me like I fucking used you..."

"Y-yes, fuck..." you mewled, your lungs sputtering as Mattheo squeezed your breast with one hand, the other moving back down to your heat, bringing his fingers to your clit. You moaned, far louder than you intended, head falling back as the world around you slipped away, your only focus being the electric pleasure wrought from the possessed man beneath you. "Gods, I love your abs, Matty...I fucking love your body..."

"Yeah, yeah you fucking do..." Mattheo's voice left his throat in a growl, his movements becoming more precise and focused. His muscles flexed and rippled beneath you as he brought you closer to orgasm. You cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body shuddering with ecstasy. "Remember this...remember it when some other stupid prat asks you out...remember it when my brother hits on you...remember it when you're alone at night and fucking thinking of me..."

"Oh, fuck...I-I..." whatever you were going to say was abruptly cut off as your orgasm charged you, banging at the door and demanding to be let in, your body trembling and convulsing, eyes rolling. "I'm-I'm going to cum, Matty..."

"Did I say you that you could?" Mattheo hissed, the words spat through barred teeth, his grip on your breast tightening, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from your lips. "You know what I want to fucking hear, princess..."

As his abs tensed beneath you, you felt your body climbing higher towards orgasm. The pleasure within you was unlike anything you had ever experienced, its ferocity almost overwhelming to the senses.

"Oh, Gods," you gasped, voice torn. "Please! Please let me fucking cum, Mattheo..."

"Shit..." Mattheo continued to stroke your clit with expertise, using just the right amount of pressure and speed to keep you on edge and gasping for more. You felt your body shudder and writhe above him, waves of pleasure rippling through you as he brought you ever closer to the brink. "One last time, Raven, cum for me...fucking cum for me...."

As Mattheo's fingers sped their pace, working furiously against your most sensitive spot, your entire body tensed for a few seconds before waves of intense pleasure coursed through your veins, wracking your sanity at its seams.

Unable to comprehend it, you screamed. "Fuck...fuck, yes..."

Every muscle in your body clenched and all thoughts were obliterated from your mind as you were consumed by the delicious sense of release. As your orgasm reached its peak, Mattheo's fingers never stopped their relentless assault, drawing out your pleasure with every passing second. The euphoric sensation radiated throughout your body like ripples in a pond, your back arching and your nails digging into the strong muscles on Mattheo's chest as you rode out your orgasm, collapsing down against him once you had.

"Raven..." he whispered, his voice shredded with desire, hips bucking up against you. "Get on your fucking knees for me."

Your stomach leapt with excitement, not needing a millisecond to contemplate your next actions as you climbed off him and positioned yourself on your knees in front of the bench, warm water cascading around your skin, washing away the remnants of your orgasm as Mattheo rose to his feet, fisting his throbbing cock with one hand while the other gripped your hair, urging your parted lips toward his length, twitching in anticipation and glistening with precum.

His salty taste coated your tongue as he slowly thrust into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours for a even singular second. You could feel the excitement building within you once again as you began urging your head back and fourth along his shaft, revelling in the feeling of his smooth heat between your lips, savouring the feeling for as long as you could.

Gods, just to have him in your mouth again was enough to grind your thighs together, sore clit swelling for more--groaning, you clutched his thigh for balance, bobbing your head, swallowing inch after inch with every dip of your neck.

"That's it." Mattheo's fingers dug into your scalp, the familiar sweet sting making your eyes water. He surprised you with a sharp thrust, pushing further into your throat, and you wailed--muffled by his length as he drove deeper and deeper. "That's it--fuck--listen to you. You can't get enough of this cock, can you?"

You couldn't respond--he was slamming into your mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes, and you folded your lips around your teeth, sucking hard against him.

He growled and ripped you from his length, holding you by your hair. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"I-I can't," you whined, shame searing your skin, "it's never enough..."

"That's right, that's fucking right..." he sank into your throat again, hips snapping with fierce, angry strokes. "You're a filthy little slut. Desperate to fucking please me...desperate to be mine, even though you're ashamed to fucking admit it..."

The pulsing at your tongue became desperate, rapid--he was close. You moaned in agreement, hoping it was enough to satisfy him--because, after all, he was right. A wave of shame engulfed you, crashing over your conscience like a relentless storm. How could you possibly want someone so inherently opposite to everything you believed in?

He embodied a carefree, easygoing lifestyle, a man unburdened by the constraints of education or goals. His rough edges and rebellious spirit clashed with your meticulously planned world of ambitions and studies. He was the epitome of trouble, a stark contrast to everything you should have been attracted to. And yet, here you were, time after time, inexplicably drawn to him, your desires defying all fucking logic and reason.

Seething with pleasure, Mattheo's hips thrashed, and he yanked your head free, holding it still while he savagely fucked his fist.

"Beg for my cum." His voice was ragged, he shuddered as he held off his peak. "Beg for it-fucking slut."

You whined. "Please give me your cum, Mattheo, please!"

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, "fuck--"

A deep moan choked in his throat and he sputtered your name, his cock twitching as it shot jets of white cum onto your tongue, the salty taste of his release spilling out over your palate as you swallowed it down greedily, savouring the taste as he held you there, his head bowed and chest heaving in the wake of his climax, until he had seemingly gathered himself and finally released you.

As you pulled yourself up to your feet, Mattheo met your eyes, his breath still coming to him in shallow bursts as he regained his footing in reality. Silence hung heavy between you as you both stepped out of the shower without exchanging another word, the air thick with unspoken emotions and the weight of the agreement you had tacitly made. Another shared glance passed between you, a wordless acknowledgment of the finality of this moment.

Your hands trembled slightly as you dried yourself off, the soft fabric of the towel absorbing both water and the remnants of your shared intimacy. Your mind reeled with the passing moments, how every touch--every movement was laced with a bittersweet awareness, a bittersweet acknowledgement that this was the last time. The last time you'd feel his skin against yours, the last time you'd share a kiss, taste the salt of his lips, among the salt of other things.

Dressing in the quiet aftermath, you fought to steady your breath, grappling with the storm of emotions inside you. It was a struggle to keep your composure, to suppress the ache that had settled in your chest. Each article of clothing you put on felt like a barrier, a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume you. Mattheo's presence in the room was both comforting and agonizing. His body, once so intimately close, now seemed miles away. As you caught his eyes for a moment, there was a flicker of something, a mixture of regret and longing, mirroring your own internal turmoil.

This was it. The final chapter in a story you had never intended to write, a tale of passion and connection that had defied the boundaries of reason.

As you reached the door, you spun back around to face him, and your eyes briefly flickered towards an astronomy book seated on his desk--a puzzling sight, since you knew he had little interest in stars, or studying, for that matter. It was a stark reminder of the disparities between your worlds, a tangible representation of the divide that had always existed. Yet, before you could dwell on the thought any further, his voice cut through the air, drawing your attention back to him.

"See you Wednesday…for tutoring," he said, his tone steady and businesslike, as if the intimate moments shared in the shower were but a distant memory.

With a nod, you mustered a weak smile, concealing the storm of emotions within you, and replied, "Yeah, Wednesday."

The finality of his words hung in the air, a reminder that your relationship was now confined to the realm of academia, a reality you couldn't escape. As you made your way towards the door, you stole one last glance at him, the man who had turned your world upside down in the span of a few stolen moments. With a heavy heart, you stepped into the hallway, leaving behind the echoes of what could never be.

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Chapter fifteen->

[darthannie]

kinktober day two: somnophilia with raymond leon

pairing: Raymond Leon x f!reader word count: 712 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, somnophilia, basically dbf (dad's business friend) a/n: Writing somno is a challenge for me but I'll accept it every time. Enjoy!

Kinktober Masterlist

Your father had more than enough time to set you up for centuries. He gave you 50 years as a gift for your 25th birthday. That was around the time you met Raymond Leon. He was a timekeeper hired by your father to investigate a string of time theft going on in his company.

He spent a lot of time at your house, working out of one of the offices your father had set up on the estate. He was never home, so the house was completely void of anything stopping you from being with Raymond. 

You and Raymond had set up an arrangement. Not quite a relationship, but you were his and his alone. He wasn’t the doting man you’d always wanted, but there was a thrill that ran through your body whenever you were around him. 

His dark hair and light eyes did a number on you. The first time you felt his hands touch your smooth skin was a day you’d never forget. Since that day, he had you, hook, line, and sinker. And because of you, he had all the time in the world. 

On one particular day, he found you asleep in your bed under a fleece blanket. That’s a shame, he thought. He had expected you awake and waiting but, making the most of it, he thought he’d play a little game. He wondered how long it would take for you to wake up. 

He removed his trench coat and reached for your blanket. He dragged it off, slowly revealing your naked body. He breathed out and blood rushed down to his dick. He took this as an invitation, a bright green light telling him “go”. 

He started by softly grabbing your breast, feeling your soft skin in his hand. He pulled down his pants and started stroking himself, contemplating his next move. You breathed out softly and hummed. She must be dreaming, he assumed. 

You rolled over onto your side, arching your back and making your ass more prominent. He would’ve thought you were awake if it wasn’t for the way your wrist went limp when he picked up your arm. 

Now with the assurance you were fast asleep, he got bolder, and spread your ass so he could get a better look at you. He laid on the bed next to you to get in the just right position where he could put the tip of his cock in you. 

He hummed at the feeling of him stretching you out ever so slightly. He tried his luck and pushed in slowly. He got as far as he could before stopping as you began to stir. 

You stretched out your arms slightly and yawned. Raymond felt you clench around him. You were in a daze and unaware of what was going on. He pulled out and slowly, slowly thrust back in. That earned him a soft moan from you. 

He shifted his body in such a way that he was now over you, watching your face as he fucked you. You were coming into consciousness as he picked up speed. You breathed in, about to say something a little too loud, and Raymond put his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh. Go back to sleep,” He cooed.

He removed his hand and laid down behind you, lifting your leg, and spooning you as he thrust deep inside you. He held your arms close to your chest.

You moaned quietly and he placed his hand over your mouth again. You didn’t know if what was happening was real but you didn’t want it to stop. You let him fuck you in your drowsy state, not opening your eyes again. 

He pulled out and came on your thighs. He looked down at the mess he made and was satisfied. He laid with you for a while, dragging his thumb back and forth on your arm.

After a few minutes, he got up and got himself put together again. He threw a washcloth on the bed and checked his time. He walked over and grabbed your arm, giving himself an hour for good measure.  

He leaned over to your ear and said, “When you decide it’s time to wake up, clean yourself up and get dressed. Your father’s here.”

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[yggdrasilhypno]

So let’s discuss pocket watches and why they’re so hypnotic.

So with hypnosis, you really like to have a focus object be something easy to watch and to understand, something that can grab your attention yet not cause any alarm.

From what I’ve seen from history, pocket watches were perfect for this since lots of people had them at the time and they made for simple and effective items to focus on.

Mainly though, it’s that motion of them swinging back and forth that gets your eyes swinging alongside it that really envelops you into a trance.

Focus is really important in trance, and having a moving focus object can create this feeling of momentum, like being rocked to sleep, that your brain simply can’t keep up with.

That perpetual and consistent motion coupled with the simple yet mundane look of the watch makes it a perfect focus object, one that is so easy to imagine, you may have even been thinking about it during our conversation.

Of course, that’s completely alright. It’s natural to ponder about something like that, how such a simple item seems to take away every bit of brainpower you may have.

The imagination’s an incredibly powerful tool after all.

You’re fully able to dream and fantasize about whatever you may wish at any point.

And yet, as we speak, you may be wishing for that pocket watch to swing in front of your yearning eyes, gently rocking you to sleep.

You may be wishing for words to slip right past your mind as that watch swings back and forth, distracting your conscious mind so that your subconscious is able to fully blossom into deep relaxation.

You may even be wishing for the watch to become your world, the gentle sway taking your silly brain away.

Of course it’s all your imagination, yet it all can feel so real so very quickly.

However, what feels best is when you’re truly lost in the watch’s machinations.

Inside of the watch are so many tiny little pieces, all of which ticking along to the time as a perfect little machine should.

The complexities inside may be too hard for your mind to keep up with, and that’s quite alright.

It’s much easier to instead follow along to the wave of the watch, back and forth as it always has and will go.

The inner workings however tell so much about where you’re headed, a labyrinth within where you can lose so much of your time deep within exploring and understanding.

It sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

It’s just like a beautiful trance, deeper and deeper you go within a void, allowing yourself to flow freely through the complexities of your mind as it slumbers peacefully.

Much like the watch too, your brain is built of so very many pieces, so many words and thoughts that build you into that perfect person.

However, as each piece is taken from your mind, so too is a piece of the pocket watch’s inner workings.

Each is less necessary than the last, yet still build into a gorgeous piece of engineering, such as your mind.

Of course you don’t need every part of your brain, it’s much simpler when there’s less to process and worry about.

Just like the insides of the watch, each piece is necessary to keep time, yet when taken out are still as beautiful as when they’re together.

Only now of course, much easier and simpler to understand and accept.

As your mind rocks back and forth to the rhythm of the timekeeper, the ticks and tocks of the passing moments click away, reminding your slumbering mind of the unimportance of what time it may be.

You don’t need to worry, for right now there is no time and all the time in the world.

You’re completely safe to watch the watch and tick and tick your mind away.

It’s what makes the watch so perfect for trance.

It’s pretty to look at of course.

It’s nice to listen to.

It’s simple to understand.

But it’s the inner complexities that make it truly shine.

Such as your mind, my loyal thrall.

The brain’s infinite depths shine through the brightest when it’s the simplest.

When it’s easiest to see right through it and understand what makes you tick.

And yet, when it’s broken down and split into its smallest parts, it’s just as beautiful as when put together.

Only now of course, it’s lighter.

Floatier.

Easier to swing between my fingers.

So simple and effective.

That’s what makes a watch so beautiful to me as a focus object.

The simplicity on the surface, yet when opened is as complex as the mind.

Every good focus object should have depth.

A spiral’s infinite spin.

A illusion’s everlasting confusion.

An eye’s never ending expanse.

It’s what makes trance everlasting.

Knowing that when you want to escape, you are always free to.

Yet when you want to be truly gone?

There’s no end to how deep you can go.

And so, as the watch swings infinitely in your mind, i want you to appreciate the complex beauty of it.

Understand what makes it beautiful.

And allow your mind to become as simple as an empty pocket watch.

Until next time~

[the-poke-nebula]

@monterraverde​ for yet another idea

There have been constant reports of someone snooping around the deeper parts of Area Zero, especially around the large crystals that had formed deep within.

Security Feed would reveal it to be a woman, taking parts of the crystal off and inspecting each shard, before taking them into a basket. She seemed even a bit... eerily jovial, even her skipping along the path back towards the old laboratory down the way. Just what was she up to..?

[blackkatdraws]

This is non-canonical to the lore now. It will be kept up for archival purposes only.

Warning! Direct exposure to reality may cause headache, nausea, insanity, or death

Small Lore below ~ ★

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And here we have Narrator (Black) being directly exposed to the people in the real world (us) and almost losing his mind because of it! :3

During the Not Stanley/Real Person ending, Black had unlocked a part of himself that he shouldn't have and resulted in him almost dying because he was assaulted with the overwhelming amount of information flowing inside of his head.

Every information about the world he was in, the reality of their situation, the absurd amount of people here in the real world that watch him, and just absolutely everything that he's not supposed to know.

(There are two layers of "real worlds." The False Reality which is the one where "Players, Reviewers, and any other omnipresent being" may reside which are similar to him. The False Reality is the one Black thinks is the real world. Just like how the Narrator knows about the Player in the game but not about us personally, the real person. He doesn't know there's a second layer of reality.

Now the ACTUAL Real World is here with US. We, the real people. The real person that the Narrator encountered in the Not Stanley ending.)

Like a mortal human given forbidden knowledge by an otherworldly angel, Black's mind was still too underdeveloped to comprehend all of it.

Fortunately for him, Timekeeper noticed this development and managed to help him in time. Since Timekeeper was the only person aware of the "true reality", he was able to safely seperate Black and the "4th wall" without accidentally killing Black in the process.

Had it been any other person their heads would've exploded in just a second. Black was lucky.

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So this is basically just how Black got the ability to freely trespass the real world and absolutely disrespect the True Fourth Wall. He knows that there are eyes on him. He's aware of all of you.

And to be honest? He doesn't even care anymore.

[staryingx]

Piecing together: The current timeline in Reverse 1999

CN SPOILERS up to Chapter 5 and Interlude. Long post.

The new Chapter 5 and Interlude for Reverse 1999 has shed some light on the Storm and its timeline. With all the new info, I've tried to piece it together as accurately as possible. Here's the timeline I have put together:

Let me break down my findings.

First of all, let's look at the IDM Computer with 37's Mother's prediction.

37 mentions "From 1999 to 2007, the emanation has taken place seven times". Here's how I interpret what the years mean in the Phenomenal column. It's like calling the effect of the Storm: for the first row, the 1996 Storm reverses the era 1999 to 1996. So the "1996 Storm".

The IDM only shows 6 Storms, so the 7th is the Storm that reversed to 1929. I wonder why she didn't include the 8th Storm (1929->1913), but that could be because it was the anomaly 2-day emanation that ruined the model prediction.

Here's a table I have made attempting to fill in the blanks of the IDM computer.

Let's analyze it Storm by Storm.

The 1st Storm (1999 -> 1996)

When: 23:59. December 31, 1999

Reverses to: 1996

Many sources for this, from the IDM showing 1996 to Greta, the writer of the letters in the interlude, mentioning it in her letters.

The 2nd Storm (1996 -> 1985) [Original: 2000]

When: 1996-1997.

Logs don't explicitly say when, but from the IDM we know it takes place ~1 year after the first Storm.

Reverses to: 1985.

We know this from Greta.

"Things remained unclear until time was reversed again. This time, we all witnessed that rain in the 80s. That was 1985."

She was safe in the Headquarters, witnessing the Storm reverse.

The 3rd Storm (1987 -> 1976) [Original: 2003]

When: On a 27th evening, 1987.

Greta: "The Storm in 1987 was predicted. "…but the prediction was not accomplished by LAPLACE. The captive from Manus Vindictae names the precise date of that Storm."

In Chapter 3, we learn the Foundation captured a Manus Vindictae member who gave them the date of the next Storm. Greta also mentions a captive from Manus predicted it.

Thus, this is the Storm that took place in the breakaway incident, where Vertin was 12-years old and witnessed the Storm for the first time.

Reverses to: 1976

Greta: "Finally, I made up my mind to write to [37's mother]... ... ... She died. On the same day, the first and only timekeeper who just took office, the 12-year-old child returned alone from the Storm. She told us the time in the outside world at that point." "...The last two digits in the number of the year after that Storm were exactly her name and her number: 77".

This was a bit hard to understand. I concluded the year it reversed to was 1976, as Greta said "the year after the Storm" was 77.

Original Year: 2003

Two years has passed from the 2nd Storm (1985) as this Storm took place in 1987. This fits with the year 2003 in the IDM computer. Also, when Sophia talks to Sonetto at the geometry graveyard:

Sophia: "Four years ago, my father was restored to a geometric body on his way back to the island. So was 37's mother who was also on that ship".

We know (or can at least assume) 77 is 37's mother who perished in this Storm. The current time is 2007, so four years ago is 2003.

The 4th Storm (~1976 -> 1930s) [Original: 2004]

When: 1976~1977/78

Reverses to: Some year in the 1930s

Original year: 2004

37: "In the initial four years, the emanation [Storm] has a pattern. First it brought us back to the 90s, then the 80s, and then the 70s. After that it suddenly leapt to the 30s."

When is the initial 4 years? 1999-2003, and this fits with our current pattern thus far from 90s -> 80s -> 70s. So the 4th Storm takes us to the 30s.

Sophia: "We miscalculated the impact area of the emanation. We thought the ships would be safe in the [...] current."

This confirms the Storm has a limited area it affects, where places hit by the Storm reverses to that particular year. The timeline of R1999 isn't going backwards linearly. This opens a lot of possibilities and eras we could visit.

The 5th Storm (~1930s-> 1912s) [Original: 2006]

When: Sometime in the 1930s

Reverses to: 1912

Original: 2006

37: ".... After that it suddenly leapt to the 30s. In the subsequent 3 years, [the emanation] took place twice."

When are the three years? The Storm that took us to the 30s was 2004. So the subsequent 3 years 37 refers to are: 2005, 2006, 2007.

The IDM jumps from 2004 to 2006. You can (very vaguely) make out "1912" from the year 2006. At least I think it's 1912. So the 5th Storm takes us from the 30s to 1912.

The 6th Storm (~1912s-> 1966s) [Original: 2007]

Here's where it gets interesting, and where I start to theorize things because there isn't much info yet about this Storm.

When: Theorized: 1912~1914

Reverses to: 1966

Original year: 2007

In 2007, there is a 6th Storm. This is likely the Storm before the beginning of R1999, which takes us to 1966 where Vertin meets Regulus.

Here's why I think this Storm fits with the IDM model and happens in 1912~1914, more possibly 1914.

In Chapter 1, Vertin lists down people she has met to Regulus.

Regulus: "Huh? It's Lewis. I know him!" Vertin: "Yes. I took this photo several days ago. He was selling the Hoover Upright Vacuum Cleaners in the West End, and thought photos would help his business, so he gladly took this." Regulus: "Why did you take a photo of him? How's he..."

Vertin's response is to take a deep breath.

This interaction was very interesting. Why is Regulus so surprised Vertin took a picture of Lewis? "How's he..." How's he what? Alive?

Now I'm not very familiar with historical figures named Lewis, so I could be very (and hilariously) wrong, but after researching who could be related to a business involving Hoover Upright Vacuum Cleaners, I speculate Lewis is John Spedan Lewis. His father, John Lewis, founded John Lewis, a British brand of high-end department stores.

In 1914, John Lewis hands Spedan Lewis control of a store named Peter Jones. Where is Peter Jones located? Sloane Square, London, which is in King's Road.

Vertin: "Yes. I took this photo several days ago."

This fits with the London location and timeline we know so far.  So a few days before Vertin met Regulus, she was in an area of 1914s where she met Spedan Lewis trying to get his store [Peter Jones] going.

Judging from her reaction, he got reversed by the Storm that took them to 1966. Spedan Lewis died in 1963, which is why Regulus is confused why Vertin has a picture of him taken several days ago, and why a wealthy Founder of high-end luxury stores needs a photo taken to help his business.

I thought this was a nice clue that Vertin was in ~1912s era before the 1966s, though this is all just speculation. Feel free to add your own theories who Lewis could be.

The 7th Storm (~1966s-> 1929s) [Original: 2007]

When: June 3rd, 1966.

Reverses to: February 14th, 1929.

Takes place in Chapter 0, where Vertin and Sonetto meets Regulus.

The 8th Storm (~1929s-> 1913s) [Original: 2007]

When: February 15th, 1929.

Reverses to: 1913

Takes place in Chapter 2, where Vertin meets Schneider, Druvis, and Sotheby. Manus Vindictae escalates the Great Depression to cause an earlier Storm. This era only lasts for two days.

These two Storms are straightforward since we witnessed them in game. I won't go into details about them. We're still in the year 2007 according to 37.

The Current Year in Ch 5: 1914 [2007]

Chapter 4 takes place from August 26th to October 10th 1913. The new Chapter 5 begins in 1914.

Eight storms have taken place thus far. Here's a summary with the timeline for reference:

1st Storm (1999 -> 1996)

2nd Storm (1996 -> 1985) [Original: 2000]

3rd Storm (1987 -> 1976) [Original: 2003] 

4th Storm (~1976 -> 1930s) [Original: 2004] 

5th Storm (~1930s -> 1912s) [Original: 2006] 

6th Storm (~1912s -> 1966s) [Original: 2007] 

7th Storm (~1966s -> 1929s) [Original: 2007] 

8th Storm (~1929s -> 1913s) [Original: 2007] 

The Current Year in Chapter 5: 1914 [2007]

Random thoughts:

I hope this post helped paint a clearer picture of the Storms and the possible timeline! Cause, whew, the reason I made this whole timeline was to make sense of it myself. So much lore was dropped in the new chapter.

A question that remains unanswered:

How do people predict the Storm? How can they tell the time in the outside world?

Moissan: "Since Timekeeper hasn't reported the time of this era to the Foundation, you two, as the Foundation investigators, shouldn't know what year this is."

We know 37's group predict them through patterns and math, but what about the Manus Vindictae and Vertin? Vertin just seems to... innately know through her pocket watch and Storm countdown timer on her bracer, perhaps related to her great sense of arcanum. I'm really curious about that.

Biggest Takeaways:

The Storm isn't going backwards linearly and it has a limited impact area. So that means some places not hit by the Storm remains untouched, while others get reversed to whatever era the Storm brings. The first Storm probably had the widest impact.

This means an era in the 1912, for example, could be "reversed" to 1966 if it was hit by the 1966 Storm. That's what I'm getting from all of this. Anyone in the Storm impact area just... poofs, and arcanists/humans in that time era spontaneously appear with the buildings and such. I really love this idea-story wise we could jump around eras.

Then we have places that are completely immune like the Headquarters, Suitcase, and 37's island. They are the only ones who can consistently keep track of time as they're unaffected like spectators viewing the outside world. For the Foundation, Vertin is their way of tracking time in eras: what era did a Storm reverse a place to.

Again, some of these are just speculations and my theories. If you noticed any information I missed out or a mistake, feel free to let me know whether through tags, reply, or even my asks if you're shy. Or if you would just like to talk theories or about Reverse 1999 I'm more than happy to :>

[spy-kids-database]

Photoshoot of Spy Kids: All the Time in the World.