#boyfriendaudio

[dahliasunset26]

3 of my favorite asmr artists uploaded a video today, I feel so spoiled

[lovlulyy]

This is how K make me feel like when I listen to him<3

[audioroleplayconfessions]

this feels like a sin to confess but, i love boyfriendaudio 💀💀💀

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[tartigglez]

alr so why are we not talking about how K just *has* a dead tumblr and its here and I didn't know it existed

K come back to tumblr you have simps here (me) i promise

By Freyz <3

https://www.patreon.com/BoyfriendAudio

http://www.youtube.com/c/BoyfriendAudioASMR

[stellarislune]

Asirel x Pet | impromptu fic

Or what happens when Pet 'ran' away without a trace one day.

ASIREL's POV

"Are you sure that these tactics will give us more profit?"

"Surely, the losses will be big. I beg to disagree."

"Perhaps we should do this instead.."

"I highly doubt the effectiveness of the.."

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Flashbacks of the meeting drilled a headache down into my brain.

It's another one of those days where the court just keeps toeing their feet out of line. If I snap back, they appease me with their façade of docileness.

Even with all the power and reputation in my grasp, the fact that I am younger than most of those greedy, old zealots mean that I am lower than them. At least, that is what they believe.

Sigh.

If I crack at the smallest slight against me, it'll be a big damage to my invincible, shiny image.

Asirel.

The most powerful man with powerful connections all over the world. I scoffed to myself. The throne is a lonely place for the Almighty.

Creakkk.

The door opens to my favorite chamber as of late; the room that belongs to my favored Pet.

At this time of the evening, they're usually up and about. Either playing with knives and darts, reading, or simply exploring the room in their idle time. I have not allowed them to come out ever since that fiasco where they tried to use my personal lessons on others. Not that I left that fool gloating over having stolen what was mine — they won't be able to bring mortal possessions in whatever position they are in right now.

What greets me, however, is an empty, silent room devoid of light from the chandeliers hanging above. There's knives scattered on the floor, splattered with what looked like blood. A soft breeze runs past me, so I turn my head towards the window. It has been broken—whether it has been broken in or out however, I do not know.

It's a moonlit night. Its rays illuminated the room dimly, yet with enough light to identify whatever it is on the ground. Several bodies, probably dead, all scattered unceremoniously against the walls in various directions.

"What games are you playing, Pet?", I mutter to myself, exasperated yet also intrigued. This is surely not the first time this has happened.

My Pet has gone to feed, perhaps. Unsated by these.. lucky fools. I think. They always return to me.

Suddenly, the waft of air brings something that smells strangely familiar. The scent.

It brings back the smell of rusty cages, bleek-looking faces, and a rot of something that has never seen the light for ages—during the first time that I have met them.

It's the faint scent of inhibitors.

I turned the lights on.

The bodies in the dark now have faces on them. Seeing such a mess in this room has never been surprising. Pet always feeds as if they have been starved. Like a feral beast without a leash. What shocks me is the fact that the men, albeit beaten up and bruised, appear to be alive.

I knelt down, putting two fingers on one of the men's neck and, indeed, there's a pulse. These men have fought, that's obvious enough. To think that they were toyed by my Pet is a huge possibility, yet something compels me to think that something is definitely, definitely, wrong.

With haste, I grabbed my phone. Calling one of my attendants to check on the CCTVs all over the place. My hands, which were once burning with annoyance and anger from earlier, felt cold as ice.

"Check every footage. Every nook and cranny.", My voice was deep, commanding. Somehow, it sounded shaky against the static. "My Pet is somewhere in this vicinity. Rally my men and find them." I grit my teeth as I put the phone down.

This isn't the first time that you've disappeared. It's not the first time that you have escaped from my grasp, only to be dragged back again.

But this.. this is the first time my heart has beaten this fast.

Surely, you will return. Right?

[mrsmiagreer]

U WATCH K?

OMG I LOVE U EVEN MORE

YES I HAVE A PLAYLIST WITH LIKE 80 AUDIOS IN IT AND COUNTING I LOVE HIM SM😫

[mrsmiagreer]

My favorites that aren’t redacted is

Auralescent - Matt🫶🏽

Boyfriendaudio - K🩷

BeforeKnightfalls - Knight😩

should i start listening to audio rp that isn’t redacted 🧐🧐

if so, i need guidance

[lovlulyy]

Some facts about K that I find sweet :

He sleeps with his puppy on the same bed (lucky Nutmeg).

He love pancakes specially banana pancakes

He love the scent of girls when they smell like shampoo after a shower .

He wants to have a daughter in the future so he can spoil her

He can’t choose between hugs and kisses 💗

[just-another-sad-song]

I have the wrong YouTube logged in and I swear the universe is out to get me 😂 I’m sitting here making a list of the foods I want to binge on and a notification pops up for boyfriendaudios “No, you have to eat!” Like bitch you can’t tell me what to do. I had beef broth and protein powder stfu

[tartigglez]

maturing is realising you have a parasocial relationship with k from boyfriendaudio because he helped you heal

THIS IS A JOKE IM NOT ACTUALLY PARASOCIAL ABOUT HIM

BUT I RESPECT HIM A LOT !!

[kryptonite0482]

Exposing BoyfriendAudio/K

For those who don’t know, K is a voice actor on YouTube and Patreon who creates boyfriend roleplay asmr audios. Some of the behavior exhibited by him and his community is concerning, and below are some observations and anecdotal evidence of his neglect to create a safe community for his listeners.

Not Dealing with Racism in his Community

An incident occurred in January 2021 after a white listener asked for a comfort for racism audio under his sound off post on Patreon and K agreed to it. Some WOC listeners felt uncomfortable with the audio idea:

This conversation happened outside of K’s platforms, but it should be noted that redacted in black is someone K knows very well and willingly associated with, and they were racist to WOC listeners

Redacted in black used an angry tone with them and they were gaslit by her as she told them to “calm down” when trying explain legitimate concerns about the audio idea 

K was told about the situation and he described the racism as “not quite that cut and dry” in an email to another listener. He has recently claimed to have removed the listener who was racist but it still shows that he is pledged to him on Patreon. You can tell who is pledged on the Patreon app as there is a red flag next to their name, and her flag is still there

No Moderators for His Platforms

K is one of the biggest VAs on YouTube and has the most patrons for an erotic audio creator on Patreon. He has a lot of followers and with that comes the responsibility to create a safe space for those in his community, especially on Patreon where people are supporting him financially. He has no moderators that he has disclosed for either platform, and it has allowed for very concerning and hostile messages to be shared. On YouTube, there have been disturbing audio requests and parasocial behavior exhibited by young listeners. On Patreon, there was a transphobic comment on one of his q&a’s that remained there for over a year. If K does not have the time to be proactive and moderate his comments, he needs to find moderators to do it for him because the lack of moderation has created a community that does not feel safe and welcoming for many viewers.

Dismissive of Triggers

K posted an audio on Patreon that some viewers were triggered by as his behavior felt coercive and manipulative to them. His reply to those listeners who voiced their feelings is that he would “take down the audio if enough people feel the same way.” How many people need to be reminded of trauma in order for action to be done? Regardless, those listeners were just asking for trigger warnings for the audio, not for it to be taken down. However, because he offered to take the audio down, this created hostility towards the listeners who felt uncomfortable or triggered by the audio from those who enjoyed it. The listeners who enjoyed the audio continued to defend it and argue with those who felt triggered. It became so hostile that some listeners had to leave the platform entirely as they no longer felt safe in the community. K originally added a trigger warning: “aggressive” which many listeners felt was too vague. He ignored the hostile comments for two days until some listeners emailed him asking him to make a statement that constructive criticism is welcome, which he did as well as adding “demanding” to the trigger warning. Even though K did what was asked of him, the problem is that the listeners shouldn’t even have to ask for these things. These are paying listeners who should not have to be reminded of trauma when listening to an audio. Even if he didn’t realize how he came across, his inaction when the comments against those who were triggered became hostile was very disappointing. When there are a lot of arguments in the comments like there were on this audio, the creator needs to be paying close attention to the comments to make sure they are respectful, engaging in the conversation, and making a statement addressing everything and apologizing to listeners who felt triggered. Instead, those who were triggered had to defend themselves in the comments and had to ask him to make a statement. 

The hostility unfortunately did not remain on his platform, and someone made an anonymous account on Instagram to harass a listener who was triggered by the audio. When this listener decided to post about it on the community section of Patreon, her post was deleted by K. She also wrote a comment on that audio about the harassment she experienced, and here is how K responded:

We understand that groups outside the community are not moderated, but K isn’t even making an effort to moderate inside his own platforms. This listener would likely have not been harassed in the first place if K had handled the situation properly by apologizing to triggered listeners and setting the expectation that comments need to remain respectful to each other, and any hostile behavior in the comment section will be deleted. Instead, he only adds his P.S. statement when he’s asked by listeners and includes this PSA almost two weeks after the audio was posted. The topic of trigger warnings was being “spammed” because he wasn’t moderating the comments and allowed people to invalidate the trauma of those who were triggered by the audio. The conversation and hostility wouldn’t have lasted as long as it did if he took action quickly. In addition, this statement should have been a separate post itself so that his patrons would receive a notification and more of them would read it, rather than being added on at the end of a two week-old audio.

This post is not here to “cancel” K but rather to shed light on what is going on in his community and to urge him to do better. This could have been resolved privately as there have been multiple emails sent to K regarding these issues, but unfortunately no action was done. We feel that the public deserves to know about these issues, and you as potential listeners and supporters of BoyfriendAudio can decide what you take away from this information. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you made it this far. 

[stellarislune]

Andrew x Darling ; Rewind pt. 2

alternate universe where, two years after your failed confession towards andrew, you became his teacher assistant instead! 🤭

here's the link to part one! make sure to read it first.

YOUR POV

Two weeks after that day.

Here you are at Professor Andrew's office.

It's a neat workspace with his table and swivel chair at the far right of the office. It's a new one, it seems. Probably bought not far from a month ago. How do you know? Because you’re a psychic.

You snort to yourself and then you shake your head, feeling silly for distracting yourself from what you’re doing.

Right now, you’re sorting suspended files stacked and stored on his set of cabinets and shelves lined up against the left of the room. According to him, he did not let Luca touch the files since he filed for a one year leave prior to his engagement with his boyfriend—now fiancé.

Based on his words, you quote, "With him and those files around, he won't be able to leave at all. He's far from the skittish, clumsy assistant that I knew of when he first started. He's passionate and hardworking. He's dedicated to finishing on time. He's quite the perfectionist, .. it's almost an obsession for him to perform at best. Ah— I'm rambling. Just make sure to file them per year. I bought face masks to avoid inhaling dust, it's on my first drawer on the table. Use it."

Luca probably will be reluctant to leave with work unfinished, you agree with him. So, with a mask on and a ton (you’re exaggerating) of folders and files, you began to sort each into their subjective years. A few of the files were former submissions from students throughout the years and let's say you have had a good time reading through a few funny and profound reads in between filing.

“The forbiddenness of a fruit..” You trail off, squinting. The handwriting on the paper has been smudged. You can barely make out what the rest of the sentence was. You pulled the paper closer to your eyes in hopes that, by doing so, you can see the words clearly.

“-even makes the taste of a lemon sweet’, is what it says.” A voice continues. “By Mokokoma Mokhonoana.”

The room is suddenly filled with static energy. One spark and it’ll catch fire. You hadn't realized that you were too absorbed into your work that he was right behind you already; snapping you back into reality.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

The room is on fire and you’re the only one seeing it burning.

You lifted my eyes at him in an attempt to steal a glance, and then you resigned yourself back to work.

You cleared your throat and greeted, "Good afternoon, Professor."

"Ever so polite like always, aren't you?" Andrew jests.

“Uhm, Yes..?" You reply, not sure what to say. "I'm, uh, done sorting the files from the first cabinet and it's all of the 2019 ones, Sir." Might as well give your work report instead. You hurriedly dropped the paper you were reading. While the passage was interesting like most of the submitted works, they are still not yours to mess with.

“I see.”

“Yeah.” Awkward.

"So much work done in so little time. I commend that. Here, take this."

Andrew reaches for his bag and retrieves a medium-sized can with a label named ‘Blended Brews’.

You turned to him and accepted it, seeing how it’ll be rude if you do reject it. It felt cold against your hand.

"—I was thinking of having it myself but I already picked up coffee from the main office. It's iced caramel macchiato. If you don't like it, just keep it there nonetheless. You might get thirsty." He adds, walking away to put his bag onto his desk. Stretching his arms before sitting down in his swivel chair.

You stare at the coffee he probably got from one of the vending machines for a while. Then, you responded, “Ah, y-yes. I’ll keep this for later.” You laugh sheepishly before setting it to your side. “Thank you, Sir.”

Silence follows.

If you remember correctly, he is a workaholic. Always in his office, never out, unless he has classes. While the usual professors may be glad to have their classes end, he always looks a tad bit sad whenever classes finish in your perspective.

You heave a sigh.

“You..”, Andrew began, making you glance at him. He clears his throat and continues,“-you don’t have to call me Sir or Professor, you know. We’re colleagues now, and you’re my assistant. That grants us both the privilege of calling each other by name, yes?”

That does make sense. Is it awkward for him perhaps to be called as such since you are no longer a student? Perhaps. Who knows? Another sigh follows.

“Very well,” you cleared your throat, "As you wish, Andrew.”

You did not know whether it was the way you said it but that garnered a hearty laugh from him. His eyes glistening as he shakes his head. His face is the epitome of amusement.

“With how you spoke, it almost catapults me back to the Medieval era,” His lips lifted a little to the side, forming a mischievous smile. “Are you gonna call me ‘My liege’ next, Listener?”

His gaze bore through yours, your eyes staring right into each other.

Your breath hitches.

Just like the first time your heart raced this fast. Being able to openly look at him without the fear of any other assumptions does something to you.

Andrew has always been beautiful in your eyes, and seeing him like this right now just hardens that thought in your head.

“I might?” You responded cheekily upon gathering yourself. “Or would you prefer ‘Your Royal Highness?’”

“That would be incongruent with how I am—I'd worry too much about taxes, security, and healthcare in my head, that I'll probably end up on the guillotine. Or—I'll be too strict that the commonfolk will initiate a coup against me.” Andrew chided.

“A royal advisor, then?” You grinned. You tried not to snort upon hearing the rather grim hypothesis that Andrew responded with.

“Hm, fitting. Did the option ‘troubadour’ never come to your mind?” (troubadours - lyric poet musicians who usually sing of courtly love in the 13th century). Andrew swings his chair to the left, the angle now facing towards you. He opens his mouth as if to continue further, but he closes it. Then, he says, “Nevermind. I'm interfering with your work now—”

“You'd make lovely pieces,” You interrupted as you sorted the last folders on your left. It contained nothing but old, unreadable papers so you’re keeping them for shredding later on. 

“Oh? And have you read any of my work for you to hypothesize such a statement?” His voice sounds.. intrigued. 

“You are a literature and history professor. Isn't that a natural assumption?”

“Touché.” Andrew chuckles, his eyes shining with interest. 

The atmosphere seemed lighter now. The worries you have running in your head are just melting like glaciers underneath the sun’s direct rays.

You thought working with Andrew might be too taxing for you. You fear disappointing him now, like how you feared disappointing him with mediocre submissions way, way back when he was your literature professor. 

However, thinking of it now..

It’s not so bad after all.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Watch out for part 3 SOON! 💖

[defiledpriest]

asmrists I like listening to:

auralescent

professor cal fuck yt for deleting his channel ):< (i also did not know he could sing 😭 check out his other channel where he does song covers!)

gaelforce (the first ever asmrist I've subscribed to. I'm a sucker for irish accents)

boyfriendaudio

비니 binnie asmr

If you have any other suggestions, feel free to respond to this post! I welcome anybody, not just cis men ❤️

[thewirednavi]

K