#nope. brain is mush

[skyward-floored]

Me: yeah when I get home from this I’ll work on that fic and post that one thing and it’ll be great—

Me the moment I get home: *face plant*

#ough #rambles from the floor #maybe if the 1-2 hour commitment hadn’t turned into a like 4-5 hour thing then I’d be fine but #nope. brain is mush #well I’ll post that thing I was talking about earlier eventually #...maybe tomorrow lol #depends if I perk up or not #i probably need to proofread it anyway... #something about IAU sometimes I have to proofread a lottt

[thelovelybitten]

random loonatics unleashed hcs bc I like childhood comfort show binging

only elites watched loonatics unleashed—so for the ATOM SIZED community who still gaf abt this gem here’s some random hcs I thought of

ACE BUNNY

[+] confident, determined, loving

[-] stubborn, cynical, impulsive

since he’s like. the most heroic MF known to acmetropolis, overconfidence is his thing. sometimes it goes too far and people have to smack some sense into him (lexi & tech, most likely) and y’all thought duck was cocky… ace is cocky and smart vs duck is cocky and dumb.

i imagine he has some sort of cooling eye drops he puts in after battles or over usage of his laser vision.

may wear glasses if needed.

he defo has underlying anxiety about his leader position since he’s basically in charge of the universe and his teammates he considers his family. (he confides in lexi with this eventually)

on a similar note, since he feels the pressure of being the leader, he suppresses his emotions all the time until lexi finds out and they teach each other to heal :’)))))

as much as he and duck annoy the fuck out of each other, they complement each other in the sense that ace needs comedic relief and duck supplies it (bratty ass little brother things)

anime STANNNN. anything that’s got good lore—He and Tech love sword art online. they hook in rev and slam in the second season. he and slam like attack on titan FOR SURE.

duck gives ace social media tips (because ace loves the attention but doesn’t know SHIT ABT creating a following)

japanese culture fascinates him, so he implements traditions and holidays into the loonatics' activities.

stubborn as fuck, it’s his way or the highway. since zadavia has always put him in charge, it's hard for him not to boss people around when he's unable to help. (as seen in s1 ep6)

since in the show it’s hinted all the loonatics are in university, I have ace being the second oldest child. he’s a natural-born leader, but still can’t take certain things seriously. tech is a good influence on him.

LEXI BUNNY

[+] sweet, empathetic, fiesty

[-] emotional, hot-headed, judgemental

she wears noise-cancelling headphones all the time if not needed by others. the absolute peace and quiet she needs to stay sane, tbh

the amount of radio traffic and minds around her causes headaches and migraines—but also some paranoia and slight insanity since she can’t take all of these mind voices all at once. she receives medicine after years of putting it off/testing due to her super powered dna

^^ tech is the one who finds her crying and screaming and he takes care of her until she tells everyone else.

also to touch on that, tech creates wrist bands that lexi can put on. they are supposed to cancel any brain waves or mind reading for a certain amount of time (but not forever, as she is super powered and it’s still a wip for him). (she also needs her powers to protect planet blanc)

actually hates carrots of any sort (minus carrot cake, she would die w/o it) ace thinks she’s crazy.

“can you read this person’s mind” is her biggest gripe and she hates when anyone asks her to do so

due to her upbringing, she hates mean girls and anyone who isn’t a girls girl gets to have a not so nice convo with her.

she’s very social savvy and is always in the newest trends, she hates how self conscious she is but funnily enough she and duck relate to one another and do have shopping sprees and Amazon hauls for therapy 😭

she’d like tiktok but rarely post lol, and when she does her social media pops off

feminist. "oh girls can't be heroes" "girls shouldn't be doing a man's job" SHUT UR TRAP. she will prove u wrong in 1000 different ways.

most popular of the loonatics—she’s the only female.

her age hc I have is she’s third oldest. which kinda leans into my duck/lexi hcs but that’s in another post

TECH E COYOTE

[+] intelligent, punctual, organized

[-] uptight, perfectionist, egotistical

perfectionist syndrome we LOVE HER

he’s so father type (big brother to all of the loonatics, everyone relies on him imo) Ace is the leader, but Tech is the dad 🤪

since he and mallory (mastermind’s) huge falling out, he has a people pleasing complex. this is because he feels guilty about putting her in jail as she is his protégée but knowing what he did was for the best makes him uneasy. so not only does everything have to be perfect, he has a hard time saying no to prevent conflict.

that being said, when it comes to danger and safety he’s gonna put his foot down.

he absolutely loves tinkering with rev. the two of them share one braincell, though. call them thing one and thing two. they’re smart. but not together 😅

while tech likes…well…technology, I feel like he’d also like forensics too. And watching crime shows with Ace and Rev.

he also has a bit of an ego. mostly bc he’s the creator and manager of all the technology in blanc. (And the universe, maybe. at least blanc and acmetropolis.)

has some sort of side gig going on for sponsorships. i hc that he loves to help create new technology, but he'd also like to provide said ideas to companies, kingdoms, etc. usually has the loonatics branding on it.

when his powers upgraded, he had a bit of trouble controlling it to the point where their new HQ had electrical issues for a month. yay metal but also oopsies I can create electrical currents and it’s a lot

the idea of him being immortal due to his regeneration abilities scares him because his friends will eventually die off and he will remain on his own :( (if i had to think about this, so do u.)

very protective of his stuff, and his family. this is not debatable.

he tries to hide itttt but he loves kids. he likes to surprise them with things he makes and teaches them how to build objects (with lego, of course. ain't no way is he letting any cheeto-dusted fingers come in contact with his shit.)

he’s the oldest loonatic NO QUESTION.

REV RUNNER

[+] energetic, comedic, caring

[-] oblivious, childish, sporadic

he’s so baby boy. a child. I love him so.

adhd brain on TOP

fears rejection, but works on it with lexi helping him out

I think he’d also play league with lexi and ace.

he loves running around fast, obviously but he also likes to stop and enjoy views when he can. (Defo uses the wormholes to escape to sunny places.)

definitely has lists to keep himself organized (and slam, which he is blessed for)

likes mechanical machinery and modifications (hates detailing though, fuck that)

recites the entire bee movie script to tech to annoy him

relies on zadavia for advice frequently. she’s a mother to him and she gives him hugs :))))

knows the best spots in the universe for anything ever, (thanks internal gps)

may the lord bless him bc he loves his brother so so so much that he'd do anything for him. rip is always welcome at hq and they play games/invent shit together :)

would pull pranks on all of the loonatics and he’d get away with it (but duck sees right through him—helps him anyways) since it's shown in season 1, episode 6 that ace and rev like to watch sports/attend games, they'd love other ones that are hockey, basketball and football-oriented. (since this is the future and all, the sport they play in this episode is based on soccer anyway) duck is also part of this too.

the metabolism popped off this man can EAT. since he's already burning it off. He's unlike slam though—he eats at a regular speed due to conversation-making.

youngest loonatic.

SLAM TASMANIAN

[+] strong, resilient, comforting

[+] aggressive, uncontrolled, moody

has a hard time with expressing himself due to the language barrier b/w him and the civilians.

good news tho, rev and duck help him to learn english :DDD they get him to read a ton of things (rev with different books while duck just shows him magazines with him as the street model LMFAO, also trends and stuff.)

has an action figure collection that if touched, a tornado will destroy your room. (he had them before the meteor hit, as a coping mechanism from all the fighting he did)

obvi fave food is pizza, specifically meat lovers

gets into origami to control his mind. lexi loves doing this w him :)

tech and slam love to do weapon tests together bc slam is BEEFY and withstands more injury than people think.

ace and slam train together the most. it helps both of them with tiny/large targets.

desperately wants a cat, a kitten, something cat related… but ace says no all the time bc it serves “as a distraction” from their job (ace is delulu ignore him)

a chef. amazing in the kitchen. cooks all the food for the house. a WHOLESOME MAN. watches the food network LMAO

gives the best hugs.

VERY BROTHER BEAR VIBES, he'll tell someone straight up to NOT FUCK W HIS FAMILY. just DON'T.

third youngest loonatic but acts older

DANGER DUCK

[+] loyal, self-aware, amusing

[-] arrogant, overbearing, hypocritical

u know this man is one of the ✨g w o r l s ✨

he attends drag shows with rev and lexi (DID I STUTTER ??? I think not.)

he doesn’t give a FUCK this man will do what he wants, when he wants, for as long as he wants. (until ace or zadavia gives him shit, whoever comes first) attention-seeker, but rightfully so as he is very much overshadowed by all of his teammates, when in reality he is the strongest and most deadly loonatic. i mean think abt it. he has three powers. the most out of all the loonatics. ace has laser vision. lexi has telepathy. tech can manipulate metallic objects and regenerate. rev has super speed and is a human gps. slam can create storms/tornados. DUCK HAS THE POWER TO CREATE HOT LAVA ORBS (EGGS), MANIPULATE WATER, AND TELEPORT. u see the vision???

it also doesn't help when zadavia is always shitting on him for his character. in her defense, he is a superhero and should be a good influence and in a professional manner, when in his defense, he should at least be praised and acknowledged for the work he puts in...js.

TAKES HIS TRAINING SERIOUSLY EVEN IF HE USES IT AS A VIDEO GAME SIM— HE'S ON IT IN SECONDS.

he does get a bit depressed abt the whole overshadowing thing sometimes. but he's so cocky that he hypes himself up and forgets it ever happened.

HIS APPEARANCE IS EVERYTHING TO HIM, which is why he and lexi hang out a lot when lexi is in need of a break. THEY LOVE THE SALON.

he helps the men eventually with tinder profiles so they can get out there and find romance and shit (but not lexi, since she knows she can get whoever she wants) he's pretty successful at it too.

BOARD GAME CHAMPION. BACK-TO-BACK MAY I ADD. Slam hates it bc he almost clutches the win but duck suddenly has a trick up his sleeve then BAAM. winner winner pizza dinner. his favourite board game is monopoly. (for obvious reasons, mans' needs to be able to manage his money for future investments.)

if he could be on a version of america's next top model, he would.

might be a sarcastic asshole, but does deeply care about his family, and other beings for that matter ( I mean, s2 ep12 ANYONE ??) tweetums was his everything that WAS HIS SON.

trolls people on club penguin with rev, don't ask, I just know.

blogger typa beat. is the social media editor and influencer for the team.

second youngest, but acts like the youngest LMAO

aaaaand that's it for now, i will make separate hc posts for pairings (platonic and romantic) and obvs the loonatics in general, so stay tuned. :)

if u read this far u THE GOAT >:D

#faves: lu #loonatics unleashed #loonatics unleashed hcs #viv speaks #i love the loonatics and u will never hear the end of it nope not ever #i thought long and hard about these ok #i think i did a pretty good job !!! #but yeah i love my kids sm so take some brain mush #ace bunny #lexi bunny #slam tasmanian #tech e coyote #danger duck #rev runner #MORE SOON

[cats-and-cacti]

what the fuck you guys

#like actually what the fuck #craziest day I’ve had in a loooong time #interview and then offer for another interview at a different time?? #nope I meant different department #my brain is mush rn

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Guess who has a three hour long test today…

WeEeEEeEeeeeeeeeeee 🫠🫠

#my brain will be mush #all i want to do is write but school decided nope #how about a three hour test #also #not just one test #not two #THREE #THREE THREE HOUR TESTS #one today one tomorrow and one friday WHYYYYYYYYY #brain #mush #saturn sends thoughts

[ugly-lizard-crab-thing]

If I have to see one more graph I might actually explode

#my brain is noping the fuck out leaving behind melted mush that doesn't know what numbers are #graphsnumbersdataKNIVES!! #lizard nonsense #never agreeing to do 10 days of work with only one day break between them never ever again!!! the next weekend will feel so good oh my god #fuck morning shifts also #living my worst life

[robntunney]

when you’re vidding and the end of the song completely breaks the pattern you’ve been working with the whole time and your brain cannot compute:

#britt.txt #brain mush #i've got like 40 seconds left to do but brain is like nope do not understand

[flamagenitus]

Bro I gotta get a job or something. I just realised I don't actually have class until the end of October. I can't just not do anything until it's time to learn about graph theory and hidden markov models

#personal #i thought i had to properly go to class as of next week. nope! i got fuck all to do #and as tempting as it is to just not do anything for 2 months i know im just going to spend that time turning my brain to mush #if i don't commit to another full-time activity #goddddddddd.

[sexy-candy-ass-karl-marx]

hallelujahh for the skull!!!

#thought i was going to mush my brain! nope! skull protection!

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Amazing (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning(s): Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Overstim (reader cries a lil bit), Squirting, Masturbation, Shared Orgasm, Cum

As his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, curling ever so slightly so as to graze your g-spot, your moans and whines became more hitched and more intense.

"Yeah," he whispered, his husky tone sending a chill down your spine. "you like that, babygirl?"

"Yes! Ooohhh fuck!"

The sight of your toes curling and your face contorting in pleasure made him give you a smug grin. Seeing you writhe under him was one of his favorite things in the world. Whether it was with his fingers, his tongue, his dick, or a toy, he loved playing with your pussy until you just couldn't take it anymore. He would fuck you senseless all day everyday if he could, just to hear you scream for him. Just to see your eyes roll back into your head. Just to remind him that you were his and only his. You threw your head back and whined as he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit, still brushing against your g-spot with his middle and ring finger.

"Fuck!" you cried out. "Don't stoppppp!"

"Don't stop?" he raised an eyebrow, smirking at you. "No matter how bad you'd want me to, sweetheart, I'm not stopping until I'm done with you."

He wasn't gonna stop until he was bored of playing with you. He had overstimulated your body to the point of you being in tears before, but you loved it. You knew he would never hurt you and would actually slow down and stop for you if you needed him to. Your stomach was in knots, your walls beginning to clench around his hand. He could see in your face how close you were to your high.

"Mmm- baby!" you whined. "I'm gonna-"

"Nope." he pulled back. "Not until I say you can."

You should have known he wasn't about to just let you have an orgasm. He'd edged you so many times in the past, but every time, it felt like your brain had turned to mush from the overwhelming pleasure. After giving you a moment for the feeling to dwindle away, he resumed his assault on your pussy. You were so deliciously wet for him, leaving his fingers glistening. The squelching sound of your wetness, coupled with your whining, was music to his ears. You could barely form words at this point, much less see straight. It just felt so good! You wanted to feel like this forever.

"Awww," he smiled, noticing tears forming in your eyes. "you crying for me, love?"

He was overstimulating you, yet again. But you never wanted him to stop. He started pumping in and out of you harder, putting more pressure on your clit with his thumb. Your hitched, trembling breath seeping into your cries of pleasure were turning him on. His dick was like a rock in his pants.

"Fuck, baby." he said. "I'm already hard."

As he kept working on you, he pulled down his pants with his other hand to reveal his erection. His dick stood straight up as he began to stroke it.

"I may be nice enough to let you cum when I do." he shot you a cheeky wink.

Your dried tears were being washed away with fresh ones as your boyfriend fucked you with his fingers. You so desperately wanted to climax, but he wasn't going to allow that. Your legs were violently shaking. Hearing his little grunts and groans under his breath was only adding to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.

"What's my name, Y/N?" he growled.

You could hardly talk at this point. He knew that, though. He liked making you feel so good you struggled to form words.

"What's my name, babygirl? Say my name."

"C-...C-"

"Say my fucking name!"

"C/N! Fuckkkk!"

"That's right, sweetheart." he said with clenched teeth, continuing to jerk himself off. "Your pussy belongs to C/N. And C/N gets to do whatever the fuck he wants with it."

Your vision, blurred with tears, was starting to go white. You didn't know how much more of this torture you could take.

"Oh you're getting so close for me." he said in a low voice. "Lucky for you...fuck...I'm about there myself."

Thank god for that. He kept stroking himself as you started to clench around his hand again.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." he grunted. "Cum with me."

With a deep, husky moan, he shot his seed onto your thigh. As he did so, you finally reached your high and your whole body shook as you gushed your juices, soaking his hand and the bedsheets. You mewled with pleasure as he kept going with his fingers.

"Fuck yeah, baby. Get it all over me."

He started slapping your pussy, letting your juices go everywhere, all over him. You were squirting like a geyser had erupted in your vagina. Once you finally regained control of yourself and opened your eyes, C/N was smiling at you struggling to catch your breath. It was like your orgasm knocked the wind out of you.

"You're out of breath, my love." he lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and spooning you from behind. "Was that too much?"

"No." you chuckled. "It was amazing."

You rolled over to where you were facing him and he tenderly kissed your lips, pulling you deeper into his embrace.

"You're amazing." he said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He kissed your forehead and the two of you just lay in comfortable silence, cuddling and enjoying each other's company.

#crush x reader #crush imagine #boyfriend imagine #m!crush x f!reader #boyfriend x girlfriend #boyfriend x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hellooo!<3 I

So I was hoping if maybe I could get some head cannons of Bi-Han having a s/o who has ADHD, his s/o has medicine for their ADHD they just don’t take it simply out of spite. His s/o could be found being bored by like almost everything, but the second you give his s/o for example paint in a bag they will be quiet for hours on end just messing and playing with it.

Is this accurate to the adhd experience? Probably not. Did I claim it would? Nope, I didn’t guarantee anything as i don’t know how adhd actually works. So take this with an EXTREME grain of salt cuz most of the info comes from the nhs website. 🦦

Ooc Bi-Han? None of this fitting his character? Probably so but I’m too tired to even care. 🦦

Bi-Han was made well aware that you hated taking your meds and would even straight up act coy when the topic on whether or not you had taken your meds came up. So much so that he’d probably see to it that you do take your medication on time but seeing as he was Grandmaster, he’s not granted the time to monitor your medication, seeing as how you often refuse to take it out of spite. (Not babying. Never babying, your a grown ass adult.)

So he’s grown use to seeing you lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling in pure boredom, feeling every single second that painfully passed you by that even minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days to you with how fucking bored out of your mind you were. Nothing you did held your attention long enough to satisfy that part of your brain, not the games on your phone that you lost interest in second after downloading, not reading as you could barely get past the prologue never less the first chapter; not even the toys that you purposefully bought for this exact reason got couldn’t satiate your brain.

On a side note who reads prologues anyway? I know I don’t cuz I’d rather get straight into it.

You were so fucking bored that even saying that that you were bored was becoming boring in of itself. But Bi-Han knew of your one weakness; paint in a bag. An even bigger weakness of yours would be if the bag contained two or more different colours that make an entirely new colour when messed with enough.

Or even the kind where you get to choose how many colours you want to put in the bag and go fucking apeshit with it to your hearts content. For the physical changing of the colours were both equally fascinating and captivating that you could go at it for hours on end and not grown bored.

Bi-Han accommodates you however he can, changing up when needed and when you’ve grown tired of certain things that once held your interest. He knows he can be a dick sometimes but never when his beloved is in need to help them throughout the day. So when he had given the bag of paint, you were immediately zoned in moulding the colours together and spreading the paint as far into the corners as you possibly could, and all without an word passing from your lips as your brows furrowed in concentration like you were making a masterpiece.

Anyways, Bi-Han is well aware of your inability to finish a task, so naturally what you put down to pursue other tasks, he picks up and finishes for you. He’s your calm and he would never hold anything against you…unless it actively puts you in danger then that’s an entirely different thing entirely.

He’s also the person who seemingly knows where everything you put is and so whenever you ask for the whereabouts of your keys, your shoes, socks, whatever. Bi-Han would always direct you as to where they are or just keep ahold of them until you inevitably ask and you press a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.

During situations where you’re in deep stress or in need of an outlet, he’ll get you your paint in a bag to help you destress and let out any frustrations your had onto mushing the paint together forcefully. If it helps you during times of boredom then he believes that it will also help you in times of stress and discomfort.

You and Bi-Han were so different from one another that you just work well together, you honestly had no clue where you’d be without Bi-Han being the more levelheaded of the two of you in certain stimuli and being a massive help with your frequent bouts of boredom, your inability of prioritisation, and everything else your ADHD came along with.

He withheld an extreme amount of patience, probably from all the training he’s done his entire life and the lessons he’s learn from them about timing and all that. So when you interrupt him, he just lets you speak your entirety without making you feel like shit about it; but to Bi-Han if you wanted to speak, then he’ll let you speak and listen to you fully to everything you said.

Everyone wants to be listens to right?

Bi-Han would also probably act as your personal reminder, writing down or verbally telling you things that you had clearly forgotten that you were doing some days, whether that be appointments if, you have them, hangouts with friends, date plans, etc. you found it fascinating how he could remember so many dates, times, events and other things you’ve agreed to in the past as you’d naturally forget; or if ever on the off chance you do remember but just come extremely late or on the wrong day.

Bi-Han is use to lonesome and monochrome cold silences but when you entered his life, it was like he could see, taste and feel the colour of life warning his ice cold heart. He wasn’t use to it but overtime he found himself not wanting to go back to the life he lived before you, not realising how desperate for company he was until he was devoid of it.

Will he admit it to you though? No, he’s got a reputation to uphold after all but that don’t he won’t shows he cares in other ways.

Ignore if you don’t agree; Things that I’d like to think are in the same vein as paint in a bag or things that would defiantly hold me up for a good while:

Lava lamps

Liquid floor tiles

Water filled stress tube toys (especially the bigger ones that have like glitter and all sorts in them. I want one now. :( )

Pens that have the liquid stuff in them. (we all know your not buying them cuz they’re pens but for the entertainment value that the liquid gives. I should know cuz I use to have a lot of them as a kid. My go to pen for obvious reasons.)

#mk x you #mk imagine #mk imagines #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat imagines #bi han imagines #bi han imagine #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader

[salty-jade]

Steps: Hand Holding

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff, just fluff.

Summary: Peter wants to hold hand with you, but how are you going to do that without exlpoding every single time he touches you?

Note: Okay, I'm back at it again. I think... Tbh this is sort of based on my own what if of myself once I have that special someone. also, I did this all in one go, so no edits whatsoever :D. If there is something triggering in this pls let me know!

Everyone in you circle of friends knew you had the biggest crush on Peter Parker. Obviously they didn’t know why since he was sort of a nerd and a geek at the same time. Well for you, that wasn’t a deal breaker since you liked him because he was just him. Loving, caring, sweet and if you look closely, actually handsome. Nevertheless, your friends were supportive and tried everything to get you two together.

So it came to no surprise for them that you two ended up together. Though, it was really because you discovered his secret identity by accident when you were taking out the trash at the same alley way where Peter would change into his super suit. Plus point for you since you saw his bare torso, which you swore justified your case on how handsome he was.

Still, because of that incident, you two became closer, and bloomed into something more. So now your friends are gushing over the possible things you and Peter would do as a new couple. Eat lunch together, walk to class together, talk about each other to other people, hold hands.

Wait.

Hold hands?

As in you and Peter’s fingers locking together while swinging your arms as you both cross a field of daisies???

Nope. Nope. and NOPE!

If Peter had a big secret to keep from the whole world, you had one too. Well, it’s not as huge as Peter’s but still something that you don’t want other people to know about. Peter’s your first boyfriend, therefore you’ve never really been physical with a guy before. The only people you could tolerate physical touch was the men in your family.

“Oh, don’t forget protection ok?! tell him to wrap his junior before sticking it in”

“Also, consent is important for both you and him okay girl? also…”

While your friends kept giving you tips on how to essentially ‘turn on’ your boyfriend and please him, all you could think in your head was about how you were going to even hold hands with him when he asks. forget sex, you could die just from holding hands!

So far, Peter hasn’t really touched you in anyway whatsoever. Heck, when you both confessed, Peter couldn’t event try and land a kiss on you because suddenly his senses alerted him of a villain so he had to drop you off somewhere safe before going out to battle.

The moment he wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist him up, your stomach was doing flips, face becoming different shades of red, and your brain turned into mush. You had to dunk your head into the bathtub to cool yourself from the heat of your face. You thought something was wrong with you. You thought it was weird for someone to be overstimulated with just a few touches with your partner. The romcoms you watch in your laptop certainly made it seem so. It made it seem like an amazing experience where you and your partner could share sweet moments together and just enjoy each other’s presence and act like it was only you two in the entire world. Well, both your heart and mind could not handle that much intimacy.

Was it because you’ve never date anyone before? or was it because you just have high expectations so your afraid of underperforming. Regardless of the reason, it was better to come clean to Peter rather than just keeping it to yourself.

Just as you made your self-declaration, you felt and hand on your arm, pulling you closer to another person’s body.

“Hey there Y/N!” your body, as if it was on auto-pilot, jumped at his touch and voice and instinctively backed a bit to hard unto your locker. Causing it to temporarily shake both the locker and somewhat your body due to the shock. Peter, being the lovely boyfriend he was, felt bad since he thought it was his fault for startling you and tried to hold you to help soothe the pain. Before he could do that though, you again backed away from him and kept a safe distance from him so he couldn’t touch you so you wouldn’t turn to mush.

“Hey! Hey Peter! umm how’s it going?” the fact that you tried to deescalate the situation to make it seem less awkward, just made the situation more awkward. Peter could only raise a brow at you and replied to your question.

“Everything’s good. yeah. I just wanted to see if you would want to walk to AP calculus together…” He said. The sound of guilt and confusion lingered in his voice as every time he raised his hand even slightly you would sort of jerk away from his touch.

“sure sure. we can do that, I just need to…” you looked around your surroundings to find a place where you could cool down for a bit before getting to class. Luckily, you found a bathroom.

“go to the bathroom real quick that’s all! So wait for me okay?! great!” before he could even reply, you dashed across the hall and into the bathroom to spare you the embarrassment.

One of your friends just patted Peter in the back to help reassure him that that was just who you were. “don’t worry, she LOVES you to death. she’s just shy that’s all.” and with that, your friend group had dispersed, each going to their own classes for today.

While you were in the bathroom checking the mirror to see if your face was still red from being touched by Peter. It wasn’t that Peter was not allowed to touch you. In fact, you really wanted to hold hands with him, but your body just reacts in the weirdest ways and your brain perceives it as you being overstimulated.

Before going out again, you took out a few books from your bag and carried them instead, just so could occupy them and avoid holding hands with Peter.

Peter saw you coming out of the bathroom, and he gave you his honest smile and walked up to you.

“I can carry those books for you if you wa-”

“NO!” ok that response was too fast, let’s try that again.

“I mean, no need. It’s ok! besides, you wouldn’t want people to know about the ‘thing you have right’?” you let out a dry chuckle, knowing that your excuse was the dumbest thing Peter might have heard in his entire life.

The whole walk towards class was weird in general. Peter kept wanting to try and find an opening to at least hold your shoulder or at least offer to carry your stuff so he could hold your hand, but something tells him that you were intentionally avoiding that opportunity for him. In the end, when you both made it to your seats in class, you both just exchanged notes while you tried to send him cute doodles so that he didn’t feel too bummed out about not being able to hold your hand.

You knew he didn’t deserve this treatment. He should be able to hold his girlfriend, kiss her whenever he wanted to. But, you just couldn’t handle the overload of affection from him. He was like the sun, while you were the midnight sky shying away from everything.

You both went on with your days as if you were just friends. Peter still tried to find an opening to at least graze your hand but, nothing. He sensed there must be something wrong with you. Maybe he was imagining things when you actually confessed that you liked him? was he reading the signals wrong? whatever it was, even Peter couldn’t solve this with only his intuition only. It was best that he asked you directly instead.

As soon as you both stepped out of the school, where a good few inches of empty space were between you and Peter, peter turned to you before you had the chance to escape the awkward situation.

“Can we talk?” he said. Your instincts were telling you that he probably wanted to talk about what happened this morning and your over all behavior today. I mean who could blame him, the whole day you’ve been avoiding his touches and advances the best you could so that you wouldn’t explode from an overload.

“y-yeah sure…”

Peter and you agreed it be better to talk about it back at his place since May wouldn’t be around the apartment. Though, it didn’t help you calm your worries since this is more about how are you going to explain it to Peter rather than having to go through May’s constant teasing of the two of you.

And now here you were, in his apartment.

alone.

together.

on the couch.

.

.

.

NOPE NOPE NOPE! even if there was no contact between you two, for some reason this situation alone was enough to make you overload. Even a blind person could tell you were nervous about this whole situation. You were as stiff as a tree, you wouldn’t even let yourself relax into the couch and sat in an upright position with your legs shut close together, while your hands were a=placed on top of them in the form of fist. Where even your knuckles started to turn white. Ok, now is a good as time as any for Peter to bring it up.

Peter sat back down on the couch after he grabbed you both something cool to drink. For some reason, he knew this conversation was going to make you burn up.

“Okay, umm… did I do something wrong?” your head shot up to look at him the instant he said those words.

“WHAT?! NO! I-I mean…. no… well, I mean there is something wrong but it’s not you per say… rather,” and there you go, falling a part as soon as you opened your mouth. God, you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die rather than explain the weirdest thing about you. But as you looked into his eyes. his warm brown eyes, you knew he deserved to know. So, you took a deep breath and tried to carefully construct the next few sentences in your head so that Peter can understand you.

“just so were on the same page, you noticed I’ve been trying to avoid… touching you right?”

All Peter could do was nod at your statement. He decided it was best if he added some words to it as well.

“Yeah, and I mean I get it if you don’t want us to be physical because if that’s your preference then by all means go-” You waved your hands in the air to tell him to shut up for a bit.

“No, no that’s not what I meant…I guess you could say I’m the weird one” Peter was sure he wasn’t following what you were saying just now. How could you be weird?

“Look, I don’t know why I’m like this, but… I’ve never had a boyfriend before and the thought of being in a relationship is new to me. What’s also new to me is the fact that I get to be physical with someone that I have really like and…” you looked back again at his face to see if he was following you along before continuing.

“The thought of even just holding hands with someone, especially you, just overwhelms me. I feel warm and fuzzy of course when I’m with you, like my heart just wants to jump around the room. But at the same time it feels like it might just burst and I feel like a PC that just short-circuits due to the heat. I guess you could say I get overstimulated? I’m not sure what to call it, but that’s just how I am…”

You didn’t realize that you were curling up into a ball on his couch when you finished your explanation. it did make a nice place to burry your head into so that you could calm yourself down for a bit before hearing Peter’s reply to what you just said.

Peter felt, giddy? like as if he saw the most cutest plush bear in the world and wanted to hug it so tight cause it was so cute. That was how he felt after your whole explanation. Your reason was totally valid, but on the other hand it also make Peter want to hold you close and see your face get red in the cutest way possible. Though, that might just make things worse.

You heard rustling from the other side of the couch and watch Peter hold up one of his fingers to you. Your brows furrowed at his sudden act.

“Let’s try something. I hold up one of my finger, and you just touch mine with your. how bout that?”

You swore this whole situation felt like something a pre-school teacher would do to a kid to get to know them.

“come on just humor me. Besides, think of it as a training exercise for yourself” and so you did.

You held out your index finger and connected the two together. You felt like Peter was E.T and you were the young boy in the movie.

“Are we recreating E.T here?!”

“I don’t know, maybe~” you giggled at his response.

“Ok, how bout we try this now,” Peter held out all his other fingers, signaling you to do the same with your hands. You showed signs of hesitance but you wanted to try even for a bit.

You unraveled your hands and brought both of your fingertips together slowly. First the thumbs, then the middle finger, the ring finger and finally your pinky. Your stomach felt like it was fluttering, along with you heartbeat starting to pick up the pace.

Peter could tell you were starting to “short-circuit” as you described. So he let you know it was ok if you didn’t want to continue. “We can stop if you want.”

you shook your head while keeping your hand steady in the air with his. Both of your fingertips were still touching, not once have you flinched away from his.

“I-it’s okay, I really wanna try holding your hand” the last bit of the sentence you dialed it down a bit so that Peter couldn’t hear it. Though, we all know he could hear it.

As if you were an astronaut taking your first step on a planet, you slowly brought you palm closer to Peter’s. Peter has not moved an inch from his position, so all of this was your own doing. Then slowly, but surely, your hands were clasped together. Now you could feel your face starting to burn, and your heart was pumping faster. This was only just hands touching, imagine if you did some of the things your friends kept telling you about.

Peter felt proud of you, even though he could see your face turn into different shades of red, but proud. Now, he felt like doing something bold, maybe you weren’t ready for it, but he wanted to at least try and see your reaction.

“I’m gonna do something so, be prepared ok”

“what?”

“Trust me” trust me. Never would you think those were the words from Peter that would make you turn into mush.

Peter then did the unthinkable, well at least for you. He shifted his hand a bit and slowly intertwined his hands with yours. Now, your fingers were interlaced with each other. You were both now holding hands. Something Peter wanted to do for the whole day. His hold on you was firm, not to the point where it hurts, but firm in a way that says he would never let go of you.

Your eyes widened, your instincts are telling you to pull away and stick your head into the bathtub filled with cold water. are your hands starting to sweat? you think it does. Are you sweating? maybe? God you are! What’s happening? can you still see Peter? Yes, but right now you really don’t want to turn into a tomato in front of him so you look to the side so that your hair is covering your face and avoid looking at him. But despite all that, your hand was still holding his. Never letting go.

Peter thought enough was enough so he tried to pull a way so that you could at least breath. Surprisingly, you were the one that held on.

“I- I don’t want my efforts to go to waste, or yours. So… is it okay if we stay like this for a bit” you were still looking away from Peter, but you lowered your hands so that it was comfortably resting on the couch.

“My heart is like beating a thousand miles per second right now I think, but I-I’m okay…” You finally looked at Peter. Your cheeks were flushed with shades of red, and your eyes seemed more like a doe to Peter now. God, he really wanted to hold you close now.

He shuffled a bit in the couch, trying to close the distance between you little by little.

“Is this okay?” Peter asked. He was still an arms length far from you, but closer nonetheless. You nodded. He then shifted closer, asking the same thing, and you replied the same. After going back and forth a bit, Peter was now only a few inches away from your body. You both still kept some form of distance, but the proximity between you two was closer than you could ever imagine. Peter asked one last time.

“How about this? Is this too close for you?” He said, almost like a whisper. Your heart had reached it’s breaking point, your brain was already in the process of turning into goop, your body was overheating as if gas was leaking out of your skin. Yeah, this was your limit for now Peter thought.

He backed a few inches away from you so you could compose yourself, while his eyes were still watching your every move. You finally let go of his hand and fanned yourself to cool your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you’re still embarrassed about the whole thing you just did with him, at the same time you were happy he tried to help you. Though, you don’t know how much your heart can take it if he keeps doing these things.

“How bout we just stick to hand holding for now?” you said.

Peter gave you his signature smile and grabbed your hand to hold it on his own. Though, he wasn’t done teasing you just yet, as once he grabbed your hand, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it as if he was a prince in a fairy tale giving the princess a greeting.

yeah, it was then and there you fainted.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma, smut towards the end (18+)

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Hope.

The next morning you woke up ready to face the new day. The smile never left your face as you showered, got dressed and braided your hair. Maybe this could work between you and Azriel. Once again you met Nesta in the dining room and after your breakfast you headed to the roof finding Cassian, Azriel, Emerie and Gwyn. You started stretching and waited for Cassian to train you while the girls were already moving into the ring.

 It was Azriel who approached you. “Ready?” He cocked his head.

“I thought Cassian was going to train me” you furrowed your brows.

“He told me you need some help with your shadows and your focus” he replied straightening his posture. The hurt of your reject flashing in his eyes.

“Okay” you muttered, guilt building in your chest.

He led you to the usual corner. You placed your feet like Cassian had shown you and stared at the training dummy. Azriel placed his hands on your hips to angle them correctly and you heard a gasp behind you two. Both of you snapped your heads to the direction of the gasp. Gwyn was on the ground holding her nose as blood flowed from it. Nesta was by her side muttering apologies and Cassian was standing in front of them, a harsh look on his face. “You lost your focus” Cassian growled.

“I’m sorry” Gwyn said and glanced at your direction; her eyes stayed on Azriel who tensed.

“Okay let’s get back to work” Azriel told you dismissing the look Gwyn sent him.

You tried to focus again, but something wasn’t right. Why was Gwyn staring at you like that. You would shake the thought off, but Azriel tensing was proof that something is going on. The shadows whispering in your ear brought you back from your thoughts. You continued, trying not to blush at the shadowsinger’s praises. Training with Azriel was way more helpful than with Cassian. Not that the warlord didn’t know what he was doing but Azriel could understand the struggle to keep focusing when something cold was whispering in your ears. When training was over your brain felt like a mush and your body ached. Az had a proud yet worried look on his face as you limped to the bench to drink some water.

“You did really good today” he said taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, and became best friends with the ground” you replied. “I’m a little jealous of that, you’ve hugged the ground so many times that I now believe that you like it more than me.” He pouted. The shadowsinger pouted. AND he made a joke. You blinked and burst into laughter. He grinned and stared at you. “Oh don’t let it go to your head I’m only laughing that much because it was unexpected” you shoved his shoulder and he chuckled. “Nope you just think I’m way too funny” he replied and winked at you.

“You arrogant Illyrian” amusement filled his eyes “You are an Illyrian too” he replied with a teasing smile.

“Maybe I’m arrogant too, we’ll see” you shrugged and got up, picking your stuff to go back to your room.

“Are you coming to Rita’s tonight?” he asked walking next to you. You remembered Nesta telling you that everyone was going during breakfast. You nodded.

“Great I’ll see you there” he offered you a smile and disappeared in his shadows.

The moment the hot water touched your aching body you moaned. All your muscles relaxed, and you wondered if you could just stay in the bathtub for the rest of the month. You knew Mor would burst in your room to get you ready, so this plan was hopeless. You enjoyed the moments of peace not realizing how long you stayed there. The water started getting cold and the door of your bathroom opened, like the house was telling you to get out, you glared at the wall and then chuckled feeling stupid for being mad at a house. With a sigh you grabbed the towel and wrapped it around your body. You entered your room hissing at the cold and cursing yourself for leaving the window open. Dinner appeared on the small coffee table and Mor burst in, Nesta hot on her heels with a bottle of wine. They slammed the door shut, filling your room with giggles as they jumped on your bed, hot plates of food appearing in their hands and three wine glasses next to your plate. You narrowed your eyes. “This belongs to Rhys’ personal collection; we don’t know who took it” Nesta shrugged and they both burst into laughter earning a giggle from you too.

“He’s going to kill us if he finds out” you muttered shaking your head but taking the bottle from her hands to fill the glasses. You all ate the food and got ready. Mor chose the clothes you all would wear and Nesta did your hair before doing her own.

By the time you had to leave you were all tipsy, giggling you all made your way to Rita’s where the rest of the inner circle was waiting for you. You walked to the booth and took a seat next to Azriel who sniffed and smiled teasingly. Rhysand was staring at the three of you, a scowl appearing on his face.

“Please tell me I’m not smelling my wine” he whined throwing his head back desperately. Everyone laughed while Feyre petted his hair cooing “poor Illyrian baby”. Shock was evident in your face as you watched the most powerful high lord acting like a toddler.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re his mate or mother” Amren spoke lifting one brow.

Azriel placed his hand on your thigh relaxing back and then tensed when he realized his actions. Before he could take his hand back you covered it with your own and offered him a sweet smile. You saw relief on his face as he relaxed more. Nesta saw the movement and winked at you. You knew the alcohol made you so bold, but you couldn’t stop yourself as you laid back on him. The others didn’t seem to notice, or they just hid it well as they continued drinking and chatting.

“….and then he was on the ground with just one punch.” Cassian exclaimed throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. He was talking most of the night, he had so many stories from the war and the Illyrian camps, and he told them with such a humorous way. You were amazed by the way he could make such dark stories so fun, but you could see the haunted look behind his eyes. Azriel bumped his shoulder into yours, a curious look on his face. You stared into his eyes, primal instinct taking over you as you captured his lips with your own. He was frozen but after a few licks on his bottom lip he grabbed the back of your head and started leading the kiss, it was hot, messy and needy. When Rhysand cleared his throat you two broke the kiss, staring at each other. He smiled and turned his gaze to his friends who continued their conversation but kept smirking. You made a mental note next time something like that happens to get your shadows to cover both of you.

After some drinks Azriel cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention

“I think me and y/n had enough to drink we are going home” he announced and grabbed your hand. You stood up and followed him after saying your goodbyes to the others who were howling and whistling.

“They are acting like kids” Azriel muttered.

“Lighten up Mr. Grumpy” you giggled. He smiled and grabbed you by the waist shooting up earning a surprised yelp from you. In a matter of seconds you could see every part of Velaris. You felt so lucky to be able to live in a city like this. Azriel landed on the roof of the house and let you go.

“I have wings you know” you teased him.

“I know but I wanted to feel you.” He confessed. “Why’d you kiss me?”

“I don’t know… I felt comfortable like I could belong in this family, and you next to me… it felt right.” You shrugged but then your jaw dropped. “Oh Cauldron boil me, I didn’t ask for your permission I just kissed you, Az I’m so sorry.”

His eyes widened “No. You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me. Don’t you ever think that again.”. He grabbed your face and slammed his lips on yours, a hard kiss to confirm his words. He left you breathless. Your eyes filled with lust and the smell of your arousal filled the place. His eyes darkened in response, and he pushed you onto the wall, his body covering yours and pushing you harder against the wall. You could feel his breath on your face as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” he growled and lowered his head to your neck, smelling you. You felt his tongue caressing your soft skin only his lips interrupting the trail as he left soft kisses.

“Who told you I can’t finish it?” You breathed and almost screamed when he manhandled you, laying you flat in the middle of the ring. He kept kissing his way down, lifting your dress until it reached your waist. His face was between your thighs, and he stared at you waiting for permission, you nodded and in a blink your underwear was ripped, and his mouth was on you. He licked a long stripe, and his teeth grazed your swollen clit. You moaned his name pleading for more. He chuckled and brought his fingers between your folds, entering them in a harsh move that made you gasp. He removed them and brought them between your lips. “Taste yourself” he ordered. His voice strong and cold. You did as he asked a hum of pleasure deep in your throat. You lapped his fingers tasting yourself until he yanked them out of your mouth, grabbing your jaw and moving your head so you could look at him. “Don’t be greedy leave some for me” he growled and brought his fingers in his mouth, tasting your arousal and saliva. You could climax just by the view. Your heat clamping onto nothing making you more frustrated.

“I want you…please” you whined. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he unbuttoned his pants taking himself out.

“Then take me” he snarled and slammed into you. You cried out in both pleasure and pain making him stop.

“I’m okay” you breathed, and he continued pounding into you, changing his hips’ angle to hit the right spots. You were seeing stars, your throat sore as his name kept leaving your lips like a prayer. You were reaching your high quickly but you wanted him to finish with you, so you stretched your hand caressing the sensitive place on his wings making him shudder.

He snapped his hips once, twice and his body tensed, his cock deep inside you as he filled you up.  A low “fuck” leaving his lips making you follow him crying out his name, and every forgotten God’s name. He throbbed inside you. His hair falling on his face along with drops of sweat. He stared in your eyes, lowering his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss full of care and love. He pulled out and you whined at the empty feeling making him chuckle. He laid next to you staring at the stars.

“I wanted our first time to be gentle, but I couldn’t hold myself with the way you were looking at me and the alcohol I had” he confessed, and you could hear the guilt in his voice.

“It was perfect, I don’t like it gentle” you replied and laid your head on his chest. Your hand caressing his jaw. He took your palm and left a soft kiss. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that or when you dozed off, but when you opened your eyes, you were in your bed. Alone.

@cleverzonkwombatsludge

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel angst #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #feyre archeron #rhysand #cassian acotar #cassian #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #nessian #mor acotar #the morrigan #acotar fanfiction #amren acotar #amren #inner circle #feyre

[caroldantops]

i just think. the first time you call yelena "sir" is most definitely as a joke. a passing sarcastic remark after she tells you to "go get me a glass of whiskey, yeah?" and u r just like "🙄 yes sir" because u were both all comfy on the couch

and of course yelena doesn't let you know it phased her. she doesn't give any indication at all until later that night when she's got you tummy down tied to the bed, with a paddle in her hand and she tells you to thank her for all the bruises she's already beaten into you and you sniffle through your tears and say "thank you."

"hmmm. I don't think that was good enough." *smack* "try again."

"thank you...miss?"

"nope." *smack*

"thank you mistress?" *smack* "thank you daddy?"

"that's a good one, but no." you can practically hear her smirking and your brain is so mush at this point that you don't know what other title she could be looking for...you've gone through all the ones that you usually use...

she pats your ass gently with the paddle to get your attention again. "come on, pet. i know you can think up something else in that empty brain of yours."

"thank you...ma'am?" *smack* that one was gentler, you think.

"getting warmer..."

"thank you....sir?"

"there it is. that's my good girl."

#c: yelena #blurb #ehehhehehehehe

[skelavender]

prompt from @pookie-mulder. i got carried away and this is technically a ficlet instead of a drabble, so it's below the cut!

There’s a gang that is supposedly using a slime monster to terrorize a rival gang, Scully might have had a conversation with a vulture, and she had woken up wearing lipstick a couple shades darker than any she owns with no memory of how it had gotten there. 

Scully does not think today can get any weirder. 

(She’s wrong.)

She and Mulder are currently sitting on a park bench, bodies close as usual, observing a suspect who might have the object used to control the goopy entity. It is likely that he will use it tonight, given the pattern, and Scully is hoping for at least a sample of the slime to analyze. He’s glancing sideways at them from across the clearing. 

They probably should have thought to make this an undercover operation earlier, but instead Mulder has made himself known to pertinent parties who are now making their lives much harder. They were only in the city because of the slime monster, they didn’t give a shit about the gangs, but had stumbled upon them. Hence the badge-waving.

The suspect turns his head towards them again, squinting this time, as if trying to figure out why they look familiar. Mulder’s jacket is off and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows, thankfully giving him a slightly less fed-y look. Thankfully, he hasn’t yet met Scully, or else her hair would be a dead giveaway. The man steps towards them.

“Mulder.” Scully nods to the guy, then looks back up at her partner.

“Do you think he’s recognized me?”

Scully ponders, and her eyes land on his lips. “If he hasn’t, there’s one way to make sure he doesn’t.” She scootches into his side and lifts his arm to curl around her shoulders. He gets the message, and pulls her further into his side. They share a coupley smile. 

“Is he dissuaded yet, Scully?” Mulder asks, still with an adoring twinkle in his eye. 

Scully glaces. “Nope.”

“Any more bright ideas?”

Scully’s eyes drift down to his lips again. She reaches for the side of his face. “One.” She pulls him down to her, and they’re kissing. 

She tries not to gasp when Mulder’s lips brush across hers, but it’s difficult. She can;t tell if she succeeds or not, because she’s lost in him. 

When they finally break apart, Scully has found her legs draped across Mulder’s lap, and her arms around his neck like she’s holding him there, like she never wants to let him go. Maybe she doesn’t. 

“Did it work?” She asks, lips still lightly brushing his.

“I think so. Good thinking.”

“Uh huh.” Scully’s brain is mush. “Public displays of affection tend to… divert unwanted attention.”

“Good thinking.”

Scully removes her legs from Mulder’s lap, but his arm stays around her shoulders. She lifts an eyebrow, questioning. “Well, it would be much weirder for onlookers if we were to go from 100 to 0 that fast.”

“Sure, Mulder.” She redirects her attention to where the man had previously been standing. “Is that goop?”

“Slime.” Mulder corrects.

“Sure, Mulder. Whatever it is, I want a sample.”

#i didnt even reread this lol #fics #LTWrites #the x files #.txt #LTW: drabbles and ficlets

[streamat4am]

Yo mate. Here, to make your brain less mush.

On the bitching au. It's said that Wednesday is an omega suited for Enid. Does it mean she doesn't "pass" as an omega for the rest of the people that can scent her ? Like, family, friends...

And also does her behavior change, heats aside ? Or, here again, only with Enid. Does she want to build a nest and everything? And even with the heats, she is practically synced with Enid but... Does she have them randomly?(or as randomly as the A/B/O lore says they are)

Warning for dubious consent because... It's omegaverse and Wednesday is very much using her new parts to her advantage, Enid is willing but instincts exist and blurs the lines at times

So yes, wednesday very much smells like an omega! While not as strong or obvious, the bitching has worked and it shows. Except, unlike most omegas who can entice more than one person with their scent, Wednesday made sure to only be catered to Enid's taste. Her smell? A lovely tartar steak that tempts Enid to take and take until she's satisfied. The slick? An addictive dessert that has Enid willingly worshiping the place it came from

.. Idk how else to describe slick yall, I haven't fully thought on that yet but it's a flavor that Enid loves anyways

It's all Wednesday ever wanted, especially when those teeth sink into her neck after Enid opened her room in a worry. It's instincts and partly her own feelings that drive Enid to doing what she did, not to mention Wednesday encouraging her

In the morning, Wednesday couldn't stop the possessive delight that curled in her chest when Enid says she'll take responsibility with tears in her eyes once she realized that they're knotted and she claimed wednesday as a mate

Wednesday's essentially Enid's drug. Her scent can tempt and easily calm the alpha whenever she wants and Enid can't do a thing because whether she likes it or not; her instincts and herself will be influenced by Wednesday literally being made for her

Vice versa also happens but not that extreme bc Enid's actually pretty normal

But nope! Wednesday doesn't change around other people, only around Enid is she tempted to be catering, to curl in a nest as long as it's them two

Sure she cares about people, but she's an obsessive freak so she would never be like that around them. Unless it's with her family but she wouldn't even reach this type of intimacy because either way, she made sure she's built for Enid

This goes for her instincts. It's only in their den, their nests and their space will Wednesday feel the urge to act like how an omega should

Also she's synced with Enid's ruts, especially since their mated (a normal usual thing) and Wednesday is delighted at the fact that now Enid wouldn't need to go to those damn rut centre's because she has Wednesday

The bitch knows full well that its healthy to go to these centres but if Wednesday had to smell another omega on Enid every few months, she's about to go commit homicide

Anyways, Enid wholeheartedly believes that Wednesday must've been a late bloomer omega and there's guilt for taking advantage of Wednesday because she must've been in heat when she barged in

Normally Enid could've controlled herself, after all she isn't an irrational being but since wednesday was built to Enid's taste...

Yeah.

She always makes sure to cater to Wednesday's needs more after that. It takes a month or two for Enid to open up about her worries.

Wednesday smiles, happy to be depended on and reassuring that she enjoyed it. It was then that the alpha finally relaxed and so the relationship went from solely Enid feeling responsible to her acknowledging that she has always been attracted to Wednesday, she just.. Didn't expect it to come out like this

For context, no Wednesday is not an actual late bloomer. She's a beta who bitched herself to be Enid's perfect omega after nearly being driven to insanity at the thought of Enid finding a mate that isn't her. Due to how rare it is to have an alpha/beta to be mates, Wednesday knew her chances would be higher if she were an omega and she knows damn well what an omega can do to an alpha

Speaking of being attracted to Wednesday, Enid was fully okay with dating and mating with a beta! Sure she hasn't exactly been so open about it but it's because no one asked

So basically, Wednesday did all that for no reason because she already had a chance so if she simply went and courted Enid like a normal person, everything would still be gucci

But I wanted to lowkey make a dark au where Wednesday went to the extremes because it's been a bit and now here we are!

#the lost tiger #wenclair #Omegaverse #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday addams

[foggyparadisecandy]

Gosh ... do you remember when I had to take off your hypnotic collar and put it in a box and make the box disappear because it made you so fuzzy and horny and subby when it was on?

I wonder where I put that box ...

Hmmm ... is it ... it that it? Back there in the corner ...

Oh ... no ... that's the VR headset that melts your brain and turns you into a mindless echo bot that repeats everything I say and makes you feel it stronger and stronger with every repetition.

Maybe this ...

No ... darn it. That's where I keep the chains that wind around you, bind you, immobilize you, and slowly tickle, tease, and torment you and turn your mind into a pile of horny mush.

What about ...

Is this?

Ahhhhh nope. This is the pile of Cherry Crush photos that make you mindlessly stare and drool and lust after her and make you start feeling like you are uncontrollably cumming over and over as you stare at them.

And this? The whistle that summons the tentacles that ... well ... best not discuss them ...

And here's the invisible lipstick that makes you want to lick your lips suggestively and cutely moan when you think of people who turn you on.

And here's the key to your room of arousal.

And here's the nipple clamps that make you squirm and gasp as they tighten.

And here's the mini squid that affixes itself to your ... well ... nevermind.

And the raft.

And the map to the garden.

And the cuffs.

And the chastity device.

And ...

Geez ... I have to clear this stuff out someday.

I know that box is in here somewhere ... I'll find it and you can have your collar back on soon enough.

#hypnosis #mind control #hypnokink #hypnotized #brainwashing #good girl training #consensual #safe play #trancing #trance #vignette