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The halls of the X-Mansion were unusually quiet. Classes were officially over, training sessions in the Danger Room were finished for the day, and most of the students were scattered throughout the sprawling estate enjoying a rare, peaceful evening. Which was exactly why Emma Frost was suspicious. In a mansion bursting at the seams with hormonal, super-powered teenagers, absolute peace usually meant someone, somewhere, was doing something incredibly stupid.

Sitting in her pristine office and reviewing a stack of student evaluation reports, Emma decided to trust her instincts and investigate. Extending her telepathic awareness across the grounds, she noticed something odd—a familiar psychic signature belonging to you. Normally, your thoughts were a loud, chaotic mess of random observations, half-finished plans, embarrassing childhood memories, and whatever bizarre internet nonsense your brain had decided to latch onto that day. Today, however, there was nothing. It wasn't an actual, trained telepathic defense shield, but rather a strange psychic wall. It felt exactly like someone mentally closing the curtains, locking the front door, and pretending they weren't home.

Emma narrowed her eyes, a sharp, elegant smile playing on her lips. "Interesting," she murmured to herself. Curiosity won, as it usually did with the White Queen. Reaching out with a precise telepathic thread, she slipped effortlessly past the clumsy barrier and into your mind. She expected to find secret plans, hidden anxieties, mutant conspiracies, or perhaps a forbidden romance. Instead, a soft, soothing voice echoed into her consciousness: "That's it, sweetheart. You've been working so hard today..."

Emma blinked, freezing in her chair. The psychic connection nearly snapped from sheer, unadulterated confusion. Deep within your mental landscape, she observed you lying perfectly content across your bed with heavy-duty headphones clamped over your ears. Floating nearby in your immediate thoughts was a glowing, ethereal YouTube window. The title of the video read: Comforting Mommy ASMR | You're Safe, Sweetheart | Sleep Aid.

An absolute, heavy silence fell over the telepathic link—the precise kind of quiet that exists right before a disaster. Emma stared at the mental projection in disbelief as the audio track continued to play in a gentle, whispered cadence: "Come here. Let Mommy take care of you... I'm proud of you." Of all the things she had expected to unearth, this was somehow worse than a plot for world domination.

"You've got to be kidding me," Emma's voice suddenly echoed directly into your head. Your eyes shot open in absolute panic. The unmistakable chilly elegance of a high-level telepathic intrusion washed over you. You were caught red-handed. For a long, agonizing moment, neither of you said a word, while the gentle voice in the background drifted on: "Now, let's get you tucked in—" Emma slowly turned her sharp psychic gaze toward your mental projection. "...Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
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While intruding into your thoughts, she finds you listening to Mommy Asmr.

Featuring : Mommy

PLOT:

Uh... pretty self explanitory, she basically intruding into your mind bc she likes you and finds out u like mommy ASMR.

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year
I can't remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life's been
I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years
To seein' the whole world in just twelve months
Been gone for so long I might have just found God
Well probably not, if I keep my habits up
Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'
And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls
Only bitches down to when you shower them with ones
Probably not if my ------ round them up
Probably not if we take 'em to my spot
Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night

Created
Jul 21, 2026
Updated
Jul 21, 2026
Version
v2
Origin
Imported

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