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[juniperdugong]

Help Sleeping - Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was aware that you had work early in the morning.

Which is why he wanted to "help" you go to sleep.

You honestly didn't know what to expect. Maybe a glass of milk, some tea, a massage, hell maybe he'd even go the extra mile and do all of the above plus some melatonin gummies or something.

But no. Here you were, staring at the wall, sitting up, and lights dimmed. As your boyfriend sat in front of you with a pill bottle, a lighter, and a pop-it your younger sibling had left at the house months ago.

"Mingyu..."

"First of all, not my name. Second, I promise this will relax you." He let out one of his infamous little "he he" laughs as he zoned in.

Fully focused this man leaned closer and closer to you. You almost catch him in a kiss before his head swerves to your right ear. "A..." he whispers. Switches to your left ear, "S...". Alternating now he finishes the word with a breathy "M" and "R".

You groan at his antics but let him continue. And he does, oh trust he does.

For the next 20 minutes, you sit back and close your eyes, attempting to relax, as Gyu alternates between tapping on the pill bottle, whispering in your ear, lighting the lighter (careful to not get too close to the side of your head with this one), and bringing the pop-it to either side of your head and gently popping the bubbles.

Every now and again he would make a water droplet sound with his mouth, his breath so close to you that you would giggle and open your eyes slightly to see a small frown turn into a concentrated stare at whatever object he chose to entertain you with next.

By the end of it, he must've thought you were sleeping. His hands about to reach out to your body to lay you down but instead he meets your gaze as you slowly open your eyes.

"Gyu..."

A pout forms, "I thought I got you to sleep".

"Can you please, pretty please, the light of my life, my beautiful boyfriend, just make me some tea and get the melatonin gummies in the cabinet?"

He huffs and his pout turns into full duck lips as his brows furrow. "You didn't even try to enjoy it."

You scoff, roll your eyes, and put on your baby voice (the one made exclusively for him), "I did try baby, I really really did...for about 5 minutes."

"You let me do that for 15 more minutes?!"

"Listen, you were in the zone, how am I gonna stop you when you're in the zone? Babe."

"How am I gonna stop you when you're in the zone? Babe." He mocks.

"Gyu...please." you give him the most endearing yet sleepy expression and his pout returns, this time out of a minor sadness at your current restless state. Yeah, he could never actually be mad at you.

Being the man he is he's on his feet before you utter another word. Within 10 minutes he's back with what you've asked for. You scrunch your nose as you drink, a sign of thanks to him.

He gives you a radiant smile before wrapping his arms around your waist, giving your cheek a peck, and nuzzling into your neck.

After taking the gummies you turn the lamp off joining Gyu fully in the sheets entangling in the warmth of each other. Although it's dark you both know that you're both smiling. You reach out to cup his face in your hands and he giggles as your fingers locate each feature.

An attempt is made to kiss his lips but you catch his nose instead. Laughs emerge from both of you. This time you get it right though, your lips perfectly capturing his.

With a sigh, you say "Maybe...next time you just try holding me like this, huh? Because I don't know if it's you or these gummies but suddenly I am very very sleepy...".

"I'd be willing to test out that theory."

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{A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, literally finished writing this, posted it, and K.O.'d lol. This is inspired by this video of ASMR svt moments lol. Enjoy my loves, get a good night's rests whenever you sleep, and for the love of all that's holy DO NOT attempt to pull an all-nighter}

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Tags: [mlw][mdni][period sex][mentions of blood][fingering][oral (f! receiving)][prone bone][cockwarming][dacryphilia][menophilia][implied creampie][no protection][sweat?][vanilla, in a way][no plot, just smut][palate cleanser]

Puffy, swollen pussy lips wrap around Kyle's cock, your face nestled in his neck, feverish hot skin pressed together as his hands knead the fat of your hips.

He feels the way your gooey cunt flutters around him, idle bloody droplets trace down the curves of his balls and you're making an absolute mess of his thighs, but God, you sound so pretty when you breath in his ear. The sound of your tongue wetting your lips before you speak is hypnotic, and he's not even counting the way your lips brush against his neck in a non-verbal 'thank you' everytime his hands move to rock you just a bit.

Forcing you to meet his size in the best way possible.

Kyle knows better than to not be gentle with you right now.

You're emotional, hormonal and so horny, your period has you on a rollercoaster of PMS and all you need is to have a cock in you, while you're so wet and pliable, soft lips pressing kisses to the curve of Kyle's neck.

"You feel better, baby?"

His voice is low, the dim light from the TV casts shadows in the room, the soft and muffled sounds of the ASMR fills the room alongside Kyle's voice and he waits for you to speak.

"..mhm..."

You hum quietly, before shifting, the stretch of Kyle's base is something that's almost uncomfortable, although it's so nice when he nudges at your dilated cervix, not too intrusive but just pressing soft kisses with each twitch of his muscular hips.

Kyle's gaze meets yours, your heavy eyes and fluttering lashes have him so entranced and he feels like a freak because he just gets harder when your eyes become glassy, your plump bottom lip finding a spot between your pearly teeth and you swallow.

"You sure you're not grossed out?" You murmur softly, your hands, hot and just a bit clammy, are resting on either side of his face, cradling his features and brushing your manicured thumbs across his cheekbones, tawny skin glistening with the tiniest bit of sweat.

It's hot.

Very, very hot.

The space heater is on full blast, thick covers covering the both of you and your cunt's so gooey and warm, even if you're dripping blood onto the sheets.

"I'm not a pussy, baby..." Kyle sighs softly. "It's not gross, it's normal."

And he presses his lips against yours, soft and sweet as his hands move to cradle your hips even more, palms massaging your sensitive thighs and his hips twitch, rolling up against you. His tongue swiping along the seam of your lips, gently coaxing your plump lips to part and his tongue brushes against yours.

You moan when delft, calloused digits dip between your thighs, and tease sensitive folds, your clit throbbing incessantly when Kyle smiles into the kiss, his free hand wraps around your lower back, pulling you closer.

"You're so warm."

Kyle breathes out, pulling away from the kiss to press a lingering peck against the supple skin of your erratic pulse before he looks up at you.

Your knees dig into either side of him, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" Kyle whispers. "I—'m gonna make you feel good before I fuck you."

Kyle moves you like you're porcelain, resting you back against the fluffed up pillows, and he lifts the edge of your hoodie just a bit, moving his body to the spot between your thighs where he shifts, moving your legs to his shoulders before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Gonna make the cramps go away."

Kyle's sweet with it.

His tongue dragging through your slippery folds, tongue swirling around your clit while his stupidly warm hands massage your hips. A glowing heating pad rests on your lower belly, just over the spot where the elastic of your panties left an indentation and he shifts a bit closer.

It's just the right amount of disgusting and loving to watch the way Kyle's nose, instead of covered in a glossy sheen, he has a shiny red nose and your fingers card through his raven strands, scratching adoring at his scalp.

"Baby, 's it feel good?" Kyle asks softly, before lowering his head, lips latching around your clit, his tongue flicking affectionately before he suckles at your clit, revelling in the way your hands fist in his hair and the way you weakly move your hips towards his mouth.

"mph...mhm...feels good.."

Your eyes are watery but not because of the cramps, but just the way Kyle's tongue cleans up the bloody mess, soldiering through the metallic taste that has his lashes fluttering shut.

Kyle's in a world of his own.

The warm flesh of your thighs are limply tossed over his shoulders, from his nose to his chin is bloody and he's shifting his tongue all over your sensitive, and swollen pussy, while you comb through his hair.

His ears are blessed with the sounds of nails tapping against faux wooden makeup toys, YouTube playing as white nose and your breathy mewls and sniffles are the main event. A cacophony of sounds that make his cock twitch and his hips buck against the sheets, making a sloppy mess of precum and blood, rubbing against the mattress.

"You.... —mmph— you taste so good..." Kyle sighs, his nose bumping against your clit teasingly when his tongue drags along your leaky slit and you hiccup, letting out a mewl as your head tips back against the pillows.

Messy bed hair that's simply tied back into a limp braid, face bare of literally any makeup and your face is blotchy with tears and lips bitten raw from trying to muffle whines whenever Kyle asked if you're fine, which you insisted you were.

Kyle knows your period doesn't hurt so much as it's... Uncomfortable.

You've got back aches, there's a pain between your ass and your slit, your thighs are weak and your calves hurt for no reason. You've got cramps, you've got a pimple on your forehead and you're just a bit bloated.

"You're so pretty." Kyle whispers softly, lifting a hand and wedging it between himself and your cunt, before carefully feeding you two digits.

Two long, perfect digits that curl against your gooey spot just as he flicks his tongue at your clit.

You don't know what makes you come.

If it's the way his fingertips press against that spot that you could never reach yourself, if it's the way he sucks your needy button or if it's the way emerald pools stare up at you from beneath messy bangs and long, black lashes.

But your toes curl in your fuzzy socks, your back arches off the bed and you're coming. Hard.

You don't make a peep aside from a shaky breath and Kyle laps you clean, gentle strokes of his tongue have you coming down from your high slower than if he were to do nothing at all and you can barely even complain about the angle when Kyle flips you onto your belly.

A pillow beneath your hips, specifically his because he knows you need to sleep with one and he doesn't mind a bit of blood on his, and he presses a kiss to the back of your head. Fruity shampoo greets his nose and its welcoming.

But nothing's more welcoming than that gasp you let out when he sticks the tip in and you suck him in just a bit.

His veins throb, his forearms moving to rest on either side of you as his chest presses against your back, his lips brushing against your ear as his bottoms out, his hips flush against the plush globes of your ass.

"..fuck, you're so wet." Kyle breathes out, pressing another kiss to the back of your head. "Does it feel good?"

You can only nod meekly when he gives a slow, experimental thrust of his hips and he bites his bottom lip because there's just something about when your face is pressed into a pillow, and your eyes are all teary.

There's not a layer between you two. Not a condom, not a female condom. Nothing.

And it's... Addictive. The wetness, the warmth, the way you're staining the sheets he'll gladly wash if it means he can come inside and watch his cum drip out of your bloody cunt like a Christmas candy.

He needs to plan ahead.

He needs to know when he needs to abstain, hold off, edge. Whatever he needs to do, he'll do it. All to give you a big, sloppy creampie that'll have you feeling full and satisfied.

"When's your next period? Just asking to stock up."

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Reacting to the reader, accidentally falling asleep on them. (Price, Ghost, Gaz)

Masterlist

Part 1 (Soap, Alex, Konig)

Captain John Price

Platonic

Won't mind, if his old friend takes a quick nap on his shoulder, as long as this old friend tolerates a cigar smoke.

If he was discussing something with the others, and you happened to fall asleep - he'll try to speak quieter to the point, where his low velvety voice turns into a full-fledged asmr session.

But if the talk grows heated and his low menacing rumble wakes you up accidentally - he'll just pull you back on his shoulder. "Sorry, darling, go back to sleep... Now back to you, you d**p sh*t!"

Will unconsciously fidget with your fingers, John can't help it: your skin is so soft - it calms him down to lightly massage and caress your hand while you are napping.

Price finds it endearing, how flustered you got, after you finally woke up and understood, how exactly have you been sleeping all this time. Once again, he has nothing against it, but he will gladly joke about it, just to see you blushing. "Of course, you can spend a considerable amount of money on this orthopedic pillow in the hope that it will help you start sleeping better. Or you can always call one of your old friends - it costs nothing..."

Romantic

John will have to fight the urge to scoop and cradle you, so that you lean against him with your full weigh, enjoying his warmth enveloping you.

Even if he has something to do - his attention will be concentrated on you. Your calm deep breaths, your fingers clasping on his shirt lightly - that is what Price consumes with his every his single fiber. Because after all, it's memories of those things that keep him alive and sane on the battlefield.

Will definitely kiss the top of your head, even if you two are not alone. Multiple times.

It's moments like these, when he remembers to take a pause, look outside the window, remember, that his war is not everything he has - there is life beyond it.

Expect to wake up with his hand on your head, fingers sinking into your hair, a warm smile blooming on his face as he notices you slowly opening your eyes. "Had a nice nap, my love? Now how about I take you somewhere, you could actually sleep properly?"

Simon Ghost Riley

(this one turned out more like a scenario, sorry)

Platonic

Ghost doesn't notice the weight of your head on his lap right away. He's seen you curl up on a bench next to where he was sitting, but you are so small and light in comparison to him, it's hard to register your head leaning against him.

He sits at the table and talks to someone, when it hits him: a strange warmth, spreading in all directions of his body from the place your cheek meet his lap.

Simon makes a little, almost unnoticeable, pause, breathes in and goes on talking.

There's a voice in the back of his head, telling him to find anything, that might resemble a pillow, for you to sleep on. It would be so much better, than his dusty jeans. And you definitely deserve something softer than his lap to rest on.

But there's nothing, that he could offer you right now to replace him. So he settles to sitting as still as he possibly could and covering the edge of the table with his hand in case you wake up and get up abruptly. Little gesture, showing how much he really cares for every squadmate, how much he values their trust.

Back on the base, you notice, some late training hours disappeared from your timetable. Your Lt may never comment on you briefly passing out on his lap, but he never forgot, you needed a bit more time to rest after the last mission.

Romantic

He might be reserved and distant with you in public. Nothing personal, just a professional attitude, a facade, if you want. But here, behind the closed doors of his room, he freezes the very next minute he hears your muffled mumbling as you drifted to sleep on his shoulder.

"Don't go. Not yet."

Simons' heart sinks. He wishes, he didn't know, what were you talking about in your sleep, but he knows. Even in your dreams, on the territory, where you can have anything, you've ever wished for - you ask only for him to stay.

In public, you are always ok with him going on missions without you. You are always collected, supportive and optimistic. But when no one is around, you let yourself cling to Ghost for a brief moment, clasp your fingers around his arm and wordlessly plead 'don't go, don't go, don't go, don't...'

As he brushes hair from your face, you slightly flinch, not waking up.

"Take me, not him."

Simon looks at your face, feeling guilt building up in his chest. He puts his work papers aside, scoops you up and carries you to his bed. There he cradles you, caressing your face till you stop mumbling, descending to deeper sleep.

You wake up the next morning alone, surrounded by his scent, as he left you his shirt. He always does that, when he leaves on a mission without you. Your gaze wanders around, till it stops on your arm. His handwriting, black pen ink, covering your skin. Never before has he done anything like this. You grab your phone and frantically make a few dozens of photos of the inscription, that he left on you. You already know, that you'll make it permanent.

The inscription says "On my way to you"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Platonic

Kyle is actually the one to ask others to speak quieter, when he realizes, you've fallen asleep on his lap.

Will shoo away Soap, who is ready to attack you and Kyle with a myriad of 'so when's the wedding' jokes.

Gaz is also the one to actually make sure, that there is nothing hard in his pockets and that the no sharp edges of his tactical clothes touch your delicate skin. He is a very good, genuinely caring friend.

In fact, he will protect you from any person, threatening your sleep. He will even convince Ghost to come back to you with new intel or orders just a bit later, or give them to Gaz, so that he can tell you everything later.

If you work together - he will try to help you with paperwork, so that you have more time to sleep between trainings and missions.

Romantic

Kyle has that face of the happiest, most proud man out there. It's you, the one, he has been dreaming about for so long, feeling so relaxed next to him. Not only he has you - he can make you so content, you smile, while napping on his shoulder.

His eyes are glued to your face. Nothing else matters in this very moment. It's impossible to distract him with anything.

Covers you with his jacket, always makes sure that you are warm and comfortable in his hands.

Loves to surprise you with something small, every time it happens and you wake up on his shoulder. If you two were in the park - Gaz will carefully pick a flower and tuck it in your hair. If it happened in a coffee shop - he will quietly order your favorite cupcake and move the plate towards you.

Lives for that smiles appearing on your lips in first moments after you wake up. Peppers your face with kisses. "Morning, sunshine!" (says it even if it's almost midnight, and he is about to drag you to the bedroom in a few minutes)

[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem helping you fall asleep

this is a true story and vent post based on real events. WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE SUCH A SHITTY SLEEP THE ONE TIME I NEEDED TO WAKE UP EARLY AND RESTED

THIS ISN’T EVEN SELF INDULGENT ANYMORE IT’S JUST ME WANTING TO TAKE A NAP

ENJOY

I HOPE YOU REST BETTER THAN I DID

tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋 Ike Eveland

the gentlest about making sure you stay as comfortable as possible

he doesn’t even ask if you’re awake, it’s just that he can tell by how you keep shuffling around

is so conscious of his every movement that he makes and if it might disturb you

he tucks you back in before reaching out to rub your arm

forehead, cheek, back of head- whichever’s closest, he places a feather-soft kiss there

his hand kneads the tightness out of your body and he hums a quiet, calm tune

partially because he doesn’t want you to think about words and lyrics, partially because his voice is already low with sleepiness

when he knows you’ve fallen asleep for real, then he’ll go back to sleep after you and with his arm still draped around you

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

keeps his volume down even when he knows you’re wide awake, just so it helps you relax

if you’re up for it he’ll teach you some stretches to do before bed

which feels like bullshit until you eventually cave and it really is so much easier to get comfortable

he’ll let you snuggle up next to him like he’s your personal plushie

he even invites you to use his not-that-big booba as a pillow

once you’ve figured out a good position he’ll wrap his arms around you and keep you safe

he ends up falling asleep before you do, and before you know it the sound of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

🦊 Mysta Rias

well shit he’s always had difficulties sleeping too so if you’re unable to sleep chances are he’s still awake too

he does the sleepover thing where he pretends to be sleepy in case you are too but when he realizes you’re also awake he doesn’t even hide his energy

*groggily* “you awake?”

“yeah”

“OH cool me too! do you think that the monsters under the bed ever sleep”

it’s not even that he’s energetic, it’s just that his mind can’t sit still

even when he’s tired he’s an excellent conversation partner with you

you talk about anything and everything that comes to your sleep-deprived minds until someone yawns and the other can’t keep their eyes open

…the next day you both nearly oversleep and need more coffee than usual because of how late you stayed up for your impromptu pillow talk

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

👟 Shu Yamino

his bed is so full of plushies and blankets that if you’re too cold, it’s no problem

and after all his body runs hot with fire. you can cuddle him for warmth too

to be fair it’s more likely that you only have a thin sheet or none at all if you cuddle with shu for Optimal Temperature™

the pressure of his body against yours is reassuring

he’ll gently massage your back, shoulders, and arms to help you relax

and if push comes to shove, he’ll even sing you a lullaby or two

he’s all about making sure you’re physically comfortable so your mind can rest before anything else

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

👹 Vox Akuma

uh, have you SEEN his asmr? i mean, the less risky ones

dude is such a calming presence

he has the perfect combo of voice and eloquence that when he notices you can’t fall asleep, he’ll tell you a story quietly

his voice is so smoky with sleepiness glazed over it that it’s hard to keep track of what he’s actually saying

especially because he plays with your hair as he talks

naturally the white noise and comforting gesture lulls you to sleep over time

in the morning when you wake up properly next to him you ask him to tell you the story without trying to get you to fall asleep

turns out it was actually just a rant about bowser in the super mario movie

you wish you stayed up

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

[just-a-ghost00]

Ways that you can regulate your emotions when you're feeling down

Use your emotions as a creative source : paint your anger, write a poem about your sadness, do a collage that represents your worries and then tear it apart so it can no longer affect you.

Get your body moving : dance, practice yoga, have a walk, do any martial art, go to the gym...

Give your mind a little escapade : meditate, read a book, listen to/watch ASMR, watch a movie or a series, listen to your favorite music, get a nice massage, give yourself a spa treatment...

Release dopamine : have a good laugh with people you love, play with a pet, spend time in presence of children, do things that you used to love as a kid, play a card board game or any game you enjoy, eat your comfort food, watch a compilation of your favorite memories or funny videos about your favorite artist

Uplift your spirit : surround yourself with things and people that make you feel hopeful and motivated, listen/read/watch inspiring content, train yourself to see the positive in what you are experiencing.

Allow your emotions to be released : voice out your emotions on the spot instead of waiting for them to eat you alive, talk to a psychiatrist / therapist.

Don't wait for your emotions to overwhelm you : when you feel like the tension is rising and your plate is starting to get full, act upon it right away. Set clear boundaries as to what you are wiling to put up with. For instance, let's say you woke up feeling a bit off and then your partner has done something that triggered you. You're starting to feel irritated. Instead of repressing that and carrying on with that irritation throughout the day, clearly express the fact that you are not in the mood to put up with someone else's attitude.

Learn to say no : don't add any more to your plate than you already have. You are your first and main responsibility. Of course, depending on who you're dealing with (i.e. young children) it may not always be possible to do so. But when possible, please prioritize yourself.

[ohwolfling]

Things I did to reset after a few days of intense chronic pain with increased ideation:

First things first, check in with the site So You Feel Like Shit, to take care of some basics. It walks you through when you last ate, slept, took your meds/vitamins, had some water, etc, and gives you teeny tiny goals to help you get by. It's non-judgemental, requires no sign in or anything, & doesn't limit how often (or not) you use it. The following might resonate with you if you don't know what else to do and you can do it in whatever order you want. This is just what makes me into a person.

PLEASANT ROT. I took massage balls, my rice heating pack for my shoulders and neck, and a full body heating pad into a comfy chair with my preferred blanket, and also took an ice pack for my chest so that I could stand all that heat AND reset my nervous system. Once I was comfy, I set up my Kindle to hang out with Lestat. I'll do a podcast that doesn't make me feel like I need to pay attention or the Endel app in my bluetooth headphones usually but tonight my roommate was playing the new Star Wars game so I let that be my background noise. I set a timer once I couldn't read anymore and let myself scroll TikTok asmr vids for a half hour.

JOURNAL. Sometimes I don't feel safe or stable enough to write about my feelings so I'll just doodle or make lines and shade in squares. Tonight I decided to use my journal to write down some Irish vocab staples and then moved into phrases that felt relevant to the struggle. The Irish for homesickness btw is Tá cumha i ndiaidh an bhaile orm.

LAUNDRY! I physically pulled the cubes out of the little shelf and threw them onto my bed, threw the clothes in my hamper into little piles near the appropriate cube, and then shoved them in. I still have a pile of clothes to hang up but hey, if I don't get to that, I still made progress. ANYTHING on a floor, chair, bathroom door/counter, gets tossed into the washer to do a fresh load.

GET CLEAN AND COMFY! Stripped down, used antibacterial wipes (I showered yesterday but also sometimes it might be longer due to pain/mental health/freak plumbing incidents, whatever), and put on fresh comfy clothes combos so my current night clothes can also hit the wash. Regardless of weather, put on a base for warmer temps and set aside a hoodie/sweatshirt and socks jic you get cold.

FEEL CUTESY! For me, this means braiding my hair, putting on a perfume, lighting a candle with a smell complimentary to that fragrance, and setting my ambient lighting just so. For you, could be slugging, a little lip gloss, flexing in the mirror, whatever.

HYDRATION! I fill a big mason jar with water to add a lil flavor packet to it and fill a regular water bottle for regular water. Now I have options and can refill the Brita filter. When I have extra bottled water, I use resets like these to make sure I have 3 or 4 in the fridge & two room temp by my bed, jic things get bad again.

SNACK TRAY! When I'm down, I don't really know what I want so variety is key. I put tortilla chips & spinach dip, a handful of almonds, a spoon of peanut butter, half a piece of cheesecake, & the aforementioned flavor water on this tray. If hunger returns, I am ready.

DISTRACTION! while the laundry is doing it's thing, I have booted up Dimension 20 on a screen and a little strategy game (Dawnmaker) on the other.

After my next rest- whenever and whatever that means for me- I will either repeat this process OR I can make a little to do list of other things that might bring me joy, make the next week easier, or stuff that just needs to get done. Everything on that list will be something that takes 20 minutes or less because I know that I'm still physically and mentally drained. The goal is not to overdo it to prove myself. The goal is to keep on keeping on.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Meteor Shower (Part 8)

If you want to get a sense of what Icy was going through you can open one youtube tab and type in ‘Screaming Dead - Night Creatures 12''(1983) side A’ and then open a second tab and copy & paste ‘[FULL ALBUM] f(x) - Electric Shock (2nd Mini Album) [HQ Audio + DLs]’ into the search bar. Hit play on both videos one after the other. Turn both up full blast (optional). You can also type in ‘Argument Ambience - Courtyard, Angry People, Yelling | ASMR’ for added torment. And that’s just about what Icy was enduring. You’re welcome or I’m sorry.

If she has to hear one more MeTor song, she is going to lose it. That ridiculous fairy won’t stop! And Stormy…that dull-minded dolt! Good music loses all of its appeal when it is warring for dominance with poppy drum machines. It ceases to have any appeal at all, instead becoming part of the chaos, part of the problem, one horrid mesh of clashing drums beats and vocal types that should never mix. Lyrics that don’t go together in the slightest and are terribly out of sync. A migraine inducing, ear bleeding mashup on par with low quality, old internet videos made by some pre-teen who dweeb dead in the middle of their ‘I’m so random phase’, who hadn’t been bullied enough.

Evidently this amalgamation is worse. 

Much worse. Between those warring lyrics that don’t go together whatsoever are shouts and grumbles; 

“Turn it down! This music is shit!” 

Stormy’s voice is beginning to take on the cadence of nails on a chalkboard.

“No you turn your music down! It’s depressing.” 

Stella’s voice has always had that effect. Doubly so with the MeTor girls providing her with backing vocals. 

“All of you shut the hell up!”

And Darcy isn’t helping at all. 

She is going to puncture her own eardrums. That would be more pleasant. Infinitely more pleasant. The urge to shout her own demand for all of them to shut up is overwhelming but she can’t allow herself to become part of the chaos. Her phone, however, has no qualms about adding its own noise. Suddenly she regrets having a song as her ringtone. 

Icy buries her face in her hands, massaging her throbbing temples with her thumbs. And her phone keeps ringing. Again and again and again and again…

It stops ringing and then it starts ringing all over again. 

And Darcy screams for Stormy and Stella to be quiet so she can concentrate on her spellwork. And Musa turns up the music because she can’t hear it over them. And Stormy turns up her music because she has to drown out the sunshine and perkiness. And Bloom is screeching at the top of her lungs just to be a complete menace. 

And Icy…

Icy is going insane. 

Absolutely batshit insane. 

Had she the sense or the peace of mind to do so, she would whip out that rule sheet and add a whole slew of new rules pertaining to music and aux cord privileges. All of which are about to be revoked. Evidently she is on the verge of making a ‘no music allowed unless it’s on stage’ rule. 

After giving her face a frustrated rub, Icy stands up and fetches herself a drink. Hard liquor, the kind that will hit quick. She kicks the door to their tour bus open and curses the universe for allowing the Winx tour bus to break down in the middle of the road as she steps out onto the rest stop sidewalk. 

She finds herself a picnic table in the shade and sits atop it with her legs spread and her feet resting on the bench. With  a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She wonders how long it’ll take for some busy body to come out and tell her that she can’t do that here with some dramatic gestures to the no smoking sign that she sits beneath. 

In her pocket, Icy feels her phone vibrate against her hip. Silencing it wasn’t good enough, she should have left the damn thing on the bus with the rest of the noise. She takes a long drag from her cigarette before putting it out on the tabletop. She answers her phone with a gruff, “what?”

“Afternood, Icy.” His voice is low and velvety, calm and even. And the sound of it drives her madder than any of the grating sounds that she has just escaped. “How is the tour going.”  He asks as though he hadn’t wanted damn near two weeks to call her.

“Oh it’s going fantastic.” She hisses. “Just fuckin’ perfect.”  So damn great that the Trix’s crowd is beginning to thin. So incredibly wonderful that there probably won’t be a witch in the crowd by the end of it. 

“You guys actually went through with it.” He comments. “Touring with the Winx.” He gives a low whistle. “I don’t think that the Wizards would have been brave enough to collaborate with the Specalists.”

Icy gives an indignant sniff, “ the Wizards weren’t even brave enough to tour with the Trix.” She tosses her bottle back and clunks it back onto the picnic table. “Embarrassing.” But no more than the shitshow that she is apparently running. 

She can’t say that she looks forward to preforming anymore. She isn’t exactly the sensitive sort, the type to be prone to ruminating on insults and mockery. She isn’t often ruffled by scrutinizing stares—she has been well and desensitized to all of that.But she swears that her witch audience is judging her for allowing this duo headline to happen. And it is starting to wear on her. Whittle away at what she had thought to be an impeccable sense of self-esteem. She has worked hard to craft this image for herself and now it is all falling apart. She could have just put on a longer show, just the Trix and no opener. She is so stupid. She should have thought of that earlier. A complete idiot. 

“You’re still mad at me.” 

“Two weeks. You haven’t called in two weeks.” 

“Because I knew that you were mad at me!” He accuses and not wrongly.

“Correct.” She confirms. 

“Well maybe I didn’t fancy getting yelled at.”

Icy rolls her eyes. “We’re several sentences in and I haven’t done it yet.” 

“But you’ve already insulted me at least twice. And you’ve got that tone.” 

“What tone, Darko!? What fucking tone!?” 

“You know the one.” He insists. “And you’re yelling at me now.”

“I know pixies that are less emotional and sensitive than you.” 

“Three times.”

“Three times?”

“You’ve insulted me three times now.” He pauses. “At least.” 

For the love of darkness! She should have just stayed on that bus and endured. Suddenly the sound of three songs playing over one another and the shouting seems quite soothing on the ears. “You’ve said something worth insulting three times now.”

“Ya know what?” Darko asks. “I’m done.” 

“Done?” She quirks a brow. 

“Done doing this.” 

“Then hang up the phone and call me back two weeks from now.” 

“I’m going to hang up the phone, Icy.” He replies. “But I’m not going to call you back. I don’t want you to call me again either.” 

She hears the phone click before she can get another word out. She curls her fingers more tightly around her phone, lest she chuck it clear across the rest stop. She picks up the bottle and finishes it off. By the time she sees fit to stumble her way back up the tour bus stairs, the drink has put a spin in her head. 

With any luck she’ll pass out relatively quickly, before the musical chaos can resume. 

Icy is not a particularly lucky person, the voices of Kyanite and Diamond follow her into the darkness. And she hears that horrid tangle of cutesy pop and dismal death rock in her dreamscape. 

It is the soundtrack to her suffering.

.oOo.

Why her? 

The question never seems to leave her mind these days. Everything she does is followed by that question. Why her? 

When she releases a new song. Why her?

When Valtor buys her a new dress to wear. Why her?

When she gets her paycheck and it is substantial. Why her?

When Valtor tells her that she is pretty—sexy even. Why her? 

She concludes that it is because she is easy—easy to manipulate and easy to exploit and he does so expertly. He tells her that it will be worth it in the end, that they just need to change one or two more things and then she will be perfect, and then she will be richer than she can imagine richer and well respected. A far cry for the loser in her high school yearbook photo. No one will be able to walk all over her ever again. 

No one but him. 

Today he has decided that her cheeks, the cheeks had only recently caressed and complimented are still too chubby for his liking, that the diets haven’t been working properly. He holds her head in his grasp and tilts it from side to side, humming and clicking in disapproval. “No, this won’t do at all.”

Kyanite’s stomach drops in unison with her head. 

“We’re trying to get rid of that innocent image of yours. That is terribly hard to accomplish when you still have this softness about you.” He pauses. “You have these doey eyes too. We might be able to fix that with makeup.”

“I don’t need surgery.” She mutters. She doesn’t want it either. 

Didn’t want it. The doubt is beginning to settle in. 

“It will only be this once.” He promises

“I can’t afford it.”

Valtor chuckles. “My treat, dear.” He pours himself a glass of white wine and stirs it so that the ice clicks and settles. “As usual.”

“What if it goes wrong?” She has seen pictures. Heard plenty of stories. Diamond’s friend…Kyanite shudders…Diamond’s poor friend. Those before and after photographs had haunted her for quite some time. Now and then it would be swapped out for one of the others that she and MeTor had browsed through as part of their vow to never cave to the pressure and get plastic surgery. They had all promised each other. A MeTor promise. 

She is no longer part of MeTor…

He waves her concerns away with a lazy hand gesture. “Then we’ll find someone who can do the job better and they’ll fix you right up.” He pauses for a sip. “But you won’t have to fret over that, my dear. I’ve booked you an appointment with the best.”

“You’ve already booked it!?” 

“Well we want you recovered before your next photoshoot. The sooner the better.”

“Right. Of course.” It is hard to choke the words out with such a large lump in her throat. She will be better after this, she tells herself. Valtor has only ever improved her. Has only ever lifted her to a higher point in life. And this is simply the next level. All of those photos showcasing swollen eyes and lumpy cheeks, they are the outliers. Uploaded for shock value and a means to deter girls like her. They don’t want to share their beauty. 

But Valtor wants her to be beautiful. 

And she wants to be beautiful. 

For him or for herself, she cannot tell…

And so she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She will get in the car and she will do it without complaint. Her hands are shaking and her stomach has skipped that gentle flutter, opting instead to feel downright queasy. But Kyanite is Valtor’s shooting star, his sun and moon. He wouldn’t open her up to something that would ruin her. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

Aside from ruining her friendships. 

And her sense of self.

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[missamyrisa2]

I adored your story about the tickle therapist. The idea of you completely helpless and giggly in that fluffy blanket burrito. I wanted to ask about said tickle therapist. How did you get so lucky, I think I want a tickle therapist too! Does she come up with a different scenario each time? Does she every force you to blush and ask for a certain tool etc?

Awwe I'm so glad you enjoyed ~<33 It was definitely one of my favorite sessions and a very unexpected but lovely lil gigglegasm ~

Sooo, I truly did get very lucky with my therapist. I was putting ads in craigslist looking for a tickle therapist at a time when I wanted more than anything just the touch. I didn't want a full on tickle fetish explosion, mostly a very light massage. As expected I mostly had responses from creeps and bots, but one person seemed on the level who said she was a massage therapist and had done something similar in the past for a client. We exchanged messages and set an appointment at her place of business. The first session was very much a traditional massage with a lighter touch. I wasn't brave enough to flat out ask for tickles and I really held back my laughs when her light touch would graze a spot. On our third session she remarked "you know, you can giggle. Giggling is okay." And that broke the ice. Now my sessions were full of laughs and snickers and giggles, and she was really vibing on how it affected me.

It started with tickles by hand, and she really surprised me when one day she sent an excited message saying she'd crafted a tickle tool. It was kind of amazing, like a knuckle accessory with four fluffy feathers attached to it which she mostly used to tickle my feet into giggling fuzziness. Our sessions are evolving, but mostly involve me laying on the table face down for a half hour, face up for a half hour with tickles administered throughout my body. We mix up the tools constantly, usually she brings some and I bring some, and we're always trying something new. Like on this last session I brought one of my waistbelts and had her both use the cool metal buckle to tickle my back and backs of my knees, and also jingle it around me which made me a squeaking desperate mess. She brought a fuzzy xylophone mallet and was using it to reach down and tickle my sides and ribs while using a feather to tickle my ears. We've also played with ASMR style tickles, where she's repeating tickle words (tickle tickle tickle, coochie coochie coo) or just buzzing my ears. And sometimes completely improvised things happen like once I was still giggling and my toes were still wiggling after she'd stopped tickling them, and she grabbed my ankles and took my feet under her shirt to hold them at her belly and we giggled together for like five minutes. She does make me blush a lot! And I make her giggle so much too with my silliness. It's really the best~<3

[dumbdomb]

man, if i could get enough sleep, a nice full body massage, hours of light tickles all over everywhere (with so much asmr) maybe then everything would feel better and a little hope for a peaceful, contented future could actually seem possible...

[pisswater-deadgirl]

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[thunderbirdsera]

Full Body Massage (ASMR Animation)

A gentle, soft tune using traditional Japanese instruments, ukuleles and pianos.

[jamessixx]

ASMR when you really need to sleep.

Drift Off to Dreamland: The Soothing Power of ASMR.

Are you tossing and turning, struggling to get a good night's sleep? You're not alone. Millions of people worldwide experience sleep disturbances. But what if there was a natural, drug-free way to relax and drift off to dreamland? Enter ASMR, the soothing sensation that has taken the world by storm.

What is ASMR?

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or ASMR, is a phenomenon that produces a tingling sensation, often felt on the scalp and neck, in response to specific auditory or visual stimuli. These triggers can include soft whispers, gentle tapping, or crinkling sounds.

Why does ASMR help you sleep?

Relaxation Response: ASMR triggers your body's relaxation response, lowering your heart rate and blood pressure.

Reduced Stress: The soothing sounds and visuals associated with ASMR can help reduce stress and anxiety, which are common culprits of insomnia.

Improved Sleep Quality: By promoting relaxation and reducing stress, ASMR can help you fall asleep faster and enjoy a more restful night's sleep.

ASMR for Sleep: The Perfect Playlist

Soft Whispers: The gentle sound of someone whispering can be incredibly calming.

Tapping Sounds: The rhythmic tapping of objects can create a soothing and hypnotic effect.

Nature Sounds: The sounds of rain, wind, or a crackling fireplace can transport you to a peaceful place.

Personal Attention: Imagine someone gently brushing your hair or massaging your shoulders. These simulated personal attention videos can be incredibly relaxing.

Tips for Maximizing Your ASMR Experience

Create a Relaxing Environment: Dim the lights, find a comfortable position, and put on your headphones.

Experiment with Different Triggers: Everyone responds differently to ASMR triggers, so try out different videos to find what works best for you.

Be Patient: It may take a few tries before you experience the full effects of ASMR.

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