#now it’s time to watch my asmr videos and pass out

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Imagines: Batman x Social Media handler! reader Note: I'm making a series soon I'm just making sure the plot is right.

Being the Batfam’s public and private social media handler is the weirdest job that you’ve ever handled in your life. You were a vigilante forced to stop being one after dealing with life-threatening injuries and now you’re handling half of Barbara’s job. Honestly you don’t have complaints. The pay is good, the benefits are good, the bonuses are top tier, and Alfred makes snacks whenever you’re in the mansion for work. 

Monday at 3:00 a.m., you’re at the Batcave next to Tim who is nursing his third cup of coffee. He’s reading cases and cross examining evidence while you’re on your own computer watching thirst edits and making sure none of the angles are too close to their faces that can compromise their identities. From time to time Tim would peek on your computer to make a weird face or just straight up comment about he’s not caffeinated enough to watch 30 more minutes of Robin edits. You both agree that Dick deliberately poses  after every landing or every after fight for the edits. Also Nightwing’s butt has its own hashtag.  

Tuesday you’re sitting with the Batkids at the Wayne manor common room as you read aloud the thirst posts and DMs their accounts had received, it had become a little tradition. Damian thinks it’s repulsive but he stayed to watch the horror filled expressions. To his own horror however, he learnt that the ones who received the most thirst posts and DMs are Jason and Bruce. Apparently a lot of people like Red Hood’s ruggedness and no nonsense approach and a lot of people are attracted to masked men. 

Wednesday you’re in the cave with Stephanie and Duke with the weekly meme watching compilation (the purpose is to make sure that they don’t accidentally say something in public that can be hinting their identities. If they did, you’ll have to send the vid to Barbara to have it scrubbed off the internet) . It has also become a tradition that Alfred now makes a lot of popcorn whenever Wednesday rolls. Scrolling on the Gotham video media, when you search the terms ‘Batman’, ‘Robin’, or anything hero related, you will first be greeted by the headlines or recent news. Scrolling on next pages, you’ll be greeted by meme compilations. Stephanie really likes the ‘Batman being a tired dad: A compilation’. It currently has around 100+ videos on it. Duke finds it really fun to watch ‘Red Hood and Robin bickers while Signal patrols in the background for 30 minutes’. 

Thursday is relatively slower than other days. You sat at your normal desk job at Wayne Enterprise as the social media manager. Luke Fox would sometimes pass by your desk to pass some secret documents to be sent to the cave but most of the time you just spent your hours sitting in front of the computer while listening to the ‘10 hours of Gotham rain occasionally broken by Nightwing slipping on my house’s roof’. At lunch break, Dick would swing by to get the names of the crazy fans from the DMs to make sure they don’t do anything crazy (ps he’s always annoyed because his request from Barbara to have that 10 hour asmr video removed is always denied). 

Friday you’re sitting on the Wayne gardens munching on the snacks Alfred made while Cassandra sits next to you. Tomorrow’s your day off and now you’re just making a weekly report. Cassandra poked you as the Wayne men came barreling out of the backdoor for the weekly competition of who gathered the most edits/fanfics/fanarts this week. To their surprise, this time there were no competitions. They were instead greeted by Bruce who lectured them about fighting while on patrol (also Stephanie won this week)

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made a gif for somebody on fr today and it took such a long time bc i’m a perfectionist (this always happens lol) but he gave me a tip that was 7x more than i asked for (so in total he paid me 8x what i asked for) and said it was really cute no notes so that’s what i call a great time had by all

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Putting Lotion On

Mature audience only, even though this is not smut it still has some explicit/mature themes, minors DNI

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN: 

It had been a while since you and Chan were last intimate, with everything that had been going on at work for you and between his schedules neither of you had made a lot of time for each other until tonight. The two of you had spent the entire day together, gone on the most romantic lunch date and even a nice night in on the sofa nothing could have been better. But it was now that was sticking in Chan's mind, you'd asked him to apply some lotion to your back and his fingers were working magic on your skin as you let out the softest whimpers that were like music to his ears.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed tiredly before rolling over onto your side and snuggling into the sheets, Chan was left a little stunned as he stared at where you had originally been sitting.

"What? You're going to sleep?" His voice cracked slightly as he watched you get comfortable. How could you just go to sleep after turning him on so much with the simple task of putting on lotion,

"Yeah, I have to be up at 4 I have a meeting. Aren't you?" You let out a small giggle, You knew he had to be at work early in the morning and even though his sleep schedule was bad you still had expected him to try and get some sleep.

"No...I-I have a problem." You rolled over a little to face him and he was blushing deeply, you frowned a little at him and he shifted to hide his crotch,

"Chan? Did you think I was asking you to do that so we could..."

"Yes." He answered since you were struggling to find the right way of asking him this question,

"Baby, I- I thought you'd be too tired," You sat up, reaching your hand out and placing it gently on his shoulder as he blushed even more. Was he a pig for just assuming that you'd sleep with him? It had been so long he was practically ready to beg for you,

"I'm never too tired for you," He met your gaze slowly and you smirked at him, leaning closer and gently placing your lips on his neck.

"Well in that case, how about I help you with your "problem"?" You whispered before biting down on his ear softly and dragging him closer to you.

MINHO:

"I've had the most stressful day," you mumbled as you walked into the shared bedroom to see Minho sitting on the bed waiting for you.

"What happened?" He chuckled, his eyes lingering on you as you walked around in nothing but a towel after your long shower. The two of you would do this every day, you'd catch up about work and sit and bitch to one another about everything that had been bothering you.

"One of the interns passed out and smashed their head on the corner counter. I'd rushed him to the hospital but only after getting blood everywhere. Then my boss wanted me to run errands all day," you mumbled before Minho stood up and made his way over to you, smirking at you in the mirror.

"How about I make you feel better?" He suggested with a darkened look in his eyes.

"Yeah? How?" He simply winked at you before reaching for your favourite brand of moisturizer and pulling the towel off your body. 

"Go and sit on the edge of the bed," Your whole body was heated up with the sudden attention but you moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down and letting Minho work his magic on you. 

The whole time his hands gently massaged the moisturizer into your skin you couldn't help but get more and more turned on, your whole body shivering with desire for him. But just as quickly as the touching started it had stopped and you let out a small whine of protest,

"I have to go, I'll see you in the morning though." Minho kissed your cheek and you stared at him,

"What?"

"We have the Pyjama party ASMR video to shoot tonight...I told you about it." You stared at him completely dumbfounded, you thought his applying lotion was his way of getting you ready to be in the mood and now all of a sudden you were being left high and dry

"But I thought you were...g-getting ready to, you know?" You gestured toward you both and then back to the bed and he chuckled a little.

"You thought I was trying to turn you on? Baby we both know I don't need lotion for that," He winked but you didn't even entertain him with a giggle, you glared at him as he smirked and left you alone promising to make it up to you tomorrow.

CHANGBIN:

When you'd suggested rubbing lotion into Changbin's skin he'd been a little taken aback by the suggestion but he wasn't going to turn it down, even now as you massaged the moisturizer into his skin he was letting out small whimpers and moans. It was turning him on a bunch and he knew you knew what you were doing to him, it had to have been the whole reason you'd suggested this "pamper night" to him in the first place.

"I'm going to go and shower," You told him as you finally finished putting the last lot of lotion into his skin, gently placing a small kiss on his shoulder as he let out a small whine of protest.

"You just spent all that time getting me hard and now you're leaving?" He stared at you as you made your way to the ensuite door, freezing when you heard him asking this.

"I did what?" You giggled a little, looking at him as you began to notice the pitch in the sheets and you bit down on your lip a little.

"Come on, don't tell me you didn't intentionally turn me on. We both know the kind of game you're playing," He winked at you and it felt as though your whole body was on fire. The two of you hadn't been intimate for a while, things had just slowly fizzled out and you'd placed that down to work stress or other complications in life.

"I turned you on?" You whispered a little shocked, all you'd done was apply some lotion to him so that his skin wouldn't begin to go dry or crack in places.

"You didn't mean to?" There was a complete switch up in Changbin's behaviour, the once cocky man was now blushing and whimpering as he tried to explain himself to you.

"I didn't mean I wanted to...I-I just...I thought that was your intention, we don't have to-" He could barely finish his sentence before you kissed him deeply and roughly, practically throwing yourself into his arms as he took your clothes off.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin was letting out a small whine as you applied pressure to his thigh, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to ignore the cramping that was happening. All week long he'd been in pain with a sore thigh muscle and you'd been doing everything you could to make him feel better, Tonight seemed to be a little bit different, the cramping wasn't so bad but he was getting majorly turned on whenever you pressed the lotion into his skin.

"Hyunjin?" You giggled as you noticed his shorts beginning to grow tighter with each passing second and he looked down at you with a smirk on his lips.

"Sorry baby, I can't help it when you have your hands on me like this." He let out a small whine and your whole face heated at the sudden thought of him getting turned on just by your touch.

"I'm doing this so you won't be in pain." You reminded him, that the lotion you were applying had some soothing abilities and was supposed to stop muscle aches from the first use,

"I won't be in pain if we have sex though." He teased, running his hands over your shoulders as you slapped his hand away from you,

"You're such a pig," you teased, softly pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed and work your hands on his thigh again, smirking as he continued to let out small whimpers of your name.

"Let me work my magic and I'll see about giving you what you want afterwards." You teased him.

JISUNG:

Jisung had been over the moon with excitement when you'd asked him to put some lotion on your back and arms, he'd started slowly with your arms and as he got to your back he'd begun to try some techniques he'd had done to him during a massage. The whole time he had this giant smile on his face, the thought of getting to make you feel good was making him so happy, not to mention he knew why you'd asked him to do this. The two of you had been too busy with work and your job to make time for being intimate with one another but tonight was your night off and you could finally spend some alone time together.

"There baby, all...done..." He frowned when he heard some soft snores coming from your lips and he moved to the side to see that you were out cold in front of him. How could you have fallen asleep through that? He was doing everything he could to turn you on, just like he thought you'd wanted.

"Babe?" He whispered, softly shaking your arm as you grumbled in protest, squeezing your eyes together as you tried not to blind yourself with the light.

"What?" You mumbled a little annoyed that he'd woken you up after you'd just gotten to sleep but you looked at him to see him blushing brightly.

"Why did you fall asleep?" You laughed a little and sat up on the bed, It was almost 10 at night and you were tired, it was no wonder you'd fallen asleep.

"Because it felt good?" You shifted off the bed and went to hunt for some PJs you could go to sleep in,

"But I thought you'd asked me to do it for you...as a form of foreplay?" You froze in place and slowly turned around to face your boyfriend who appeared to be looking a little confused.

"I-I just needed help with lotion." You giggled a little at the thought of him thinking it was your way of asking for sex, it was adorable.

"Oh."

"But if you're that horny Jisung, I can help," You smirked as you stood in front of him, slowly sinking onto your knees and running your hands up his thighs as he stuttered and stumbled to find the words to say.

FELIX:

The entire time Felix had been pampering you he'd been trying to keep control of himself but it was getting harder and harder with each passing second. His hands were sitting on your hips as he leaned in closer to you, 

"Lixie?" You giggled when you felt his lips on the back of your neck, your whole body shivering at the sudden attention you were getting from him. You'd asked him to put some lotion on you because you'd been feeling a little dry lately but you hadn't expected this,

"What?" He chuckled softly, his hands slowly running down your thighs as you let out a small whine of his name, he knew that your thighs were your weakness.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your body slowly turning to face him as he winked at you,

"Giving you what you wanted, baby."

"I wanted lotion," You nodded at the bottle that was now discarded next to him and his whole body burnt with embarrassment. 

"You didn't want to have sex?" He stuttered a little and the two of you were now stuttering messes as you stared back at one another, a little shocked at where this had gone. It wasn't as though the two of you had never had sex before but it was still a little embarrassing for you to talk about so openly.

"Well...Y-Yeah but I didn't suggest lotion for it to lead to it." You slowly leaned into Felix and kissed him gently,

"But now you've gotten me in the mood, don't stop." You begged, biting down on his lip gently as he smirked at you. 

SEUNGMIN: 

You'd been sitting on his lap the whole time as you applied some lotion to his face to "keep his skin hydrated" but Seungmin could see right through you. He knew what you were trying to do and in front of all of the boys? He couldn't believe you were being this adventurous with him tonight. The two of you were spending the night at the dorms and were sitting in the living room with everyone when you suggested the lotion to him,

"Let's go to the bedroom." He whispered to you as you frowned,

"I promised I'd do this for Jeongin," you whispered back to him, Everyone was focusing on the movie that was playing and you didn't want to interrupt them.

"Hell no." He said suddenly and rather loudly causing eyes to fall onto you both as you frowened.

"It's just some lotion-" You tried to speak but he cut you off. There was no way Seungmin was going to let you sit on Jeongin's lap and do the same thing you had just done to him.

"You're not doing to him what you just did to me."

"What did I do to you?" You barely had time to ask when you were suddenly being ground down against Seungmin's crotch and your eyes widened.

"I didn't mean to...I-I thought I was just doing your skincare." You whispered to him as his eyes darkened a little.

"You knew exactly what you were doing." He mumbled as you shook your head at him, there was no way you were going to fuck under the same roof as 7 other men.

"No, and it's not going to happen tonight," you told him before tapping the tip of his nose and getting up from his lap, going to sit beside Jeongin so you could moisturise his face next.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin watched in fascination as you got all of your supplies ready for the night, your lotions waiting on the vanity for you.

"You want some lotion?" You questioned when you noticed his eyes watching you the whole time. His heart raced as he stared at you, you were standing naked in the bedroom and his mind was racing at all of the things he wanted to do to you. The two of you hadn't had sex in a while since he'd been on tour and tonight would be the first night together in a long time.

"I'd love some." He blushed, stripping down so that he was naked and you smiled to yourself, letting out a small giggle as you began rubbing the lotion into his shoulders. Slowly leading your hands down his arms and chest making sure you got all of his body and that his skin was properly hydrated. As soon as he was done you smiled proudly of yourself and moved away from his body.

"Done. I'm hopping in the shower, do you wanna go and make a hot drink?" You said as you headed to the bathroom, noticing your boyfriend's mouth was just hanging open,

"You're just going to shower after turning me on?" He was blushing, trying to hide his boner with a blanket that was on the bed and you let out a small giggle,

"I turned you on?" You wondered how you'd only applied some cream to his skin it wasn't as though you were doing anything particularly raunchy.

"I thought that was what you were meant to be doing?" He suddenly blushed as he watched you closely,

"No...I was just applying some lotion to you." You studied him for a second before smirking to yourself,

"Come and join me in the shower though,"

"But you just applied lotion." He didn't know why he was suddenly so bothered, he should have jumped at the chance to get in the shower with you.

"I can put more on you after," You smirked grabbing his hand and dragging him into the en-suite with you.

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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 18.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Angst, Sexual Themes and ASMR. Smut: Dirty Talk, Touching, Kissing, Sensory Deprivation, Voice Kink, Oral F!Receiving, Fingering, Auralism, Edging, Unprotected Sex, Fluff.

“This moment is just as it should be. 

As if it’s meant to be. 

Supposed to be. 

There’s nothing you should be experiencing other than what is happening right now, right here. 

You came here to step out of the confines of your mind. 

So just let go. 

Let the spaciousness take over. 

Become it. 

You’re allowed to fully be here. 

It is safe to fully be here. 

You’re safe.”

His voice is like honey, saccharine and sultry as it enters your ears, his gentle, soft timbre luring you into a state of peace you’ve never been able to find anywhere else. You feel weightless as you lie in your bed, letting his perfectly formed words lap at your dizzy mind like a warm gulf wave. 

“You are this field of consciousness. 

You are the space from which thoughts come into being and dissolves back. 

You are the silence from which sound comes into being and dissolves back into you. 

You are the stillness from which movement comes into being, dissolving back into you. 

My gentle invitation for you today is to just remain spacious in the truest, felt sense, feeling.” 

You bask in the sound of his voice and the feelings it elicits inside you. The peace you feel only when listening to him as he guides you through his meticulously crafted meditations night after night. You came upon his channel by accident, feeling unable to wind down on your own post pandemic. A quick search for ‘guided relaxation’ sent you straight to his channel, full of ASMR meditations. You’d never been one to enjoy ASMR before, but you thought it couldn’t hurt to try something new. Now, since that first night of listening you’ve hardly been able to skip a day since, watching the same twenty or thirty videos, and praying for a new upload to grace the list.

It’s been over a year since that night, when Youtube gave you the greatest gift you could have asked for at the time. You now look forward to his videos, never knowing when he will upload, but knowing that you and thousands of others tune in religiously when he does. Weeks will pass without a new video, relying on older uploads to get you through, then he will reappear, posting them almost nightly before disappearing again. 

“Slowly begin to wiggle your fingers and toes, restoring some movement back in the body. 

Coming back into your room. 

Take in your surroundings. 

Take a deep breath in and let it out. 

When you’re ready, gently open your eyes and take in what you see in front of you. 

Notice if anything looks different. 

Know that technically the meditation doesn’t have to end here. 

Because in meditation you’re just being. 

And you’re being all of the time, in every moment.”

As you open your eyes you’re met with the sight of him. At least the portion he allows his viewers to see. Only the lower portion of his face is visible in the camera, stating he wanted people to focus on his words, and not on his movements. At times it’s hard to focus on the words he is saying, your mind drawn instead to the way his lips moved as he spoke, and the intricacies of his accent. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard before, clean, bright and comforting.

Your lashes flutter against your lids as your eyes lock in on him. You can see the plush pink curve of his lips, shining in the dull lighting of his room. The sprinkling of dark brown hair on his upper lip and chin. The perfect rosy shade of his cheeks as they break away to showcase his gentle, bright smile. 

A warmth fills your chest as you watch the stranger on the screen, never revealing anything more of himself than the bottom of his face. You wonder what his eyes must look like, his hair, the furrow of his brow in deep concentration as he leads you into meditation. The orange glow of his room behind him casts a perfect hue against his skin, so warm you wish you could reach out and touch it. All you know of him is half of his face, the dark, worn leather chair he sits in and the beautiful abstract art hanging on the wall behind him.

In your year of watching him, he’s never revealed any more of himself, not even his name. You only know him as ‘The Unknown Nightingale’. An interesting channel name for an even more mysterious person. You wonder what he must be like outside of his videos. You wonder how his night continues after he ends each session. You wonder what he does for work, or if he even works at all. Every now and then he will impart a small glimpse of his life into his videos, speaking of a stressful day, or a happy day, but some days he says nothing at all. 

As tonight's new video draws to a close, you bring yourself back to center, focusing on the fullness of his lips as he speaks. 

“I hope that you found this meditation helpful and that you’re leaving this video feeling relaxed and at peace. 

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments below. 

I would love to hear from you. 

Sending you all my love, light and healing until we meet again.”

With a sigh, you press the button on the screen, closing the video as his parting words echo through your ears. You briefly consider leaving a comment on the video, but decide against it. You place your phone on the charger and drop it on your nightstand before pulling your airpods from your ears and returning them back to their case. You feel calm and peaceful as your room glows blue, settling back onto your pillow to let your mind drift off to sleep. 

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, causing your eyes to pop open. You grab the phone squinting at the brightness of the screen as you see Evie’s name in the banner. 

Evie

10:43PM: Wanna do something crazy? Come meet me at Orchid Club… 

You huff a laugh as your thumbs quickly type on the glass. 

You

10:44PM: What? Right now? It’s like 11:00…

She texts back almost immediately, as if she was waiting for your reply.

Evie

10:45PM: Yes! Right now. Come on, it will be fun. It’ll be like college all over again lol 

You

10:46PM: I feel like that could be a bad thing

Evie

10:47PM: oh please

10:47PM: get your butt dressed and get here, you can crash at my place if you drink too much

You consider the fact that it is a Friday night, and is still fairly early for the Nashville bar scene. With a regretful sigh you respond, hoping you aren’t making a bad decision. 

You

10:49PM: Alright, fine. Just give me a little bit and I’ll meet you there. 

Evie

10:50PM: Yessssssss! I’ll meet you at the bar

You reach over and turn on your lamp, adjusting to the brighter lighting in the room as you mentally run through your closet. You do the responsible thing and order an Uber, knowing you shouldn't drive, and see that it will be here in twenty minutes. Pulling yourself from your nice warm bed you pad into the closet and thumb through the hangers looking for something that didn’t scream homebody. A white floral number catches your eye, and knowing that it’s summer in Tennessee, you decide that a dress is your best option. It’s sleeveless, dotted with pale pink flowers and buttons down the front to your mid thigh. It has been hanging, waiting to be worn for a few weeks, and tonight seemed like that night.

You strip out of your pajamas and pull the dress over your head, rushing to the bathroom to touch up your hair and give yourself a light dusting of makeup. You knew you only bargained for a drink or two, so you weren’t going to do anything extravagant. You give yourself a quick messy braid and swipe on some lip gloss, giving yourself a spray of perfume before heading back to the closet to decide on shoes. A pair of brown sandals completes the look, and as you look in the mirror you think that for ten minutes you didn’t look half bad. You even look kinda hot. 

Your phone alerts you that the Uber is outside, and while you briefly consider crawling back into bed, you instead grab your purse and head out the door. An awkward conversation later you find yourself outside The Orchid Club, thanking the heavens above that you didn’t end up in the Cumberland River. The bar is crowded, the dark purple lighting making it hard to navigate through the crowd of people. You make your way to the bar, finally seeing Evie at the end, dressed in a black leather mini dress. 

“No way, you actually came?!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around you. Her eyes travel up and down your body with a smirk, “Holy shit you look hot.”

You blush at her words wondering if it was true, “What? No! I– I didn’t even do my hair!” 

She rolls her eyes at that, “Pft, please. You always look good, even if you just roll out of bed,” she laughs. You consider telling her that was exactly where you were, but decide against it. 

You grab the barstool next to her, “Okay, what are we drinking?”

“Well, if we are playing college, then Tequila shots, no?” she smirks, motioning ‘four tequila’s’ to the bartender. 

“Oh my god, Evie, you’re going to have to roll me out of here!” you shout, not expecting Tequila right off the bat. The bartender pushes the four shot glasses towards the two of you, followed by a bowl of limes and a salt shaker. 

“Oh come on, you used to drink me under the table, Y/N.” she giggles. “Let’s loosen up.”

You sigh and grab the small glass, tapping it to hers as you grab a lime from the bowl. You tip the glass to your lips and drink down the fiery liquid before sucking the sour juice from the lime. 

“Shit, s’got a kick to it,” Evie laughs, “Ready for another?”

“Let’s get it over with,” you giggle, feeling the warmth wash through you already. 

You repeat the process again, slamming the shot glass down on the sticky bartop. “Okay,” you cough, “Let’s let those work for a second.”

“I’m so glad you came out, you never do!” she whines. “We’re gonna have so much fun tonight!”

“I’m trying to be better about it, you know I’m really set in my routine…” you offer. 

“I know, and I get it, but sometimes you just have to take a chance on a night out!” Her smile is sweet and genuine, the purple neon lights glowing on the apples of her cheeks. You can feel the alcohol setting in, and your cares are slowly starting to melt away. 

“Oh my god, guess what I did last night?” she asks, changing the subject abruptly.

“Tell me,” you urge, crossing your legs on the squeaky barstool 

“So I was on Hinge right…”

“Right…” you contine.

“And I matched with this super cute guy,” she pauses, wiggling her brows, “And we went for drinks last night…” she says, toying with the straw of her watered down drink.

“Yes, yes, continue…”

“And I maybe went back to his place…” she says sheepishly. 

“Evie!” you shout, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“Okay well tell me why he lives in a mansion!” she shouts. 

“God, well, if he is our age with a mansion I’m gonna guess trust fund,” you jab. 

“He’s like rich rich. Mansion in the mountains with a theater and underground wine cellar rich,” she continues, “Anyway, I think he is meeting me here tonight.”

“Oh my god, you called me out here to be your wing woman?!” you ask. 

"No, I called you because I am a good friend, who wanted to lift you out of that little house of isolation you've been hiding out in. But hey, now that you mention it, being my wing woman might not be a bad idea..."

You huff out a sigh, knowing she’s right. “Fine, but what is his name at least?”

“Oh, right, his name is Noah Scott and he’s got the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair and a five o’clock shadow,” she gushes, motioning for the bartender. She orders two mixed drinks for the both of you, and you silently thank the lord above it's not another Tequila shot.

“Sounds exactly like your type,” you giggle.

She grins and nods in agreement, “Oh yeah, he is for sure my type, and he's the perfect amount of cocky, you know? He's so confident, it's like damn…” She stares off into space for a minute before popping back into the present, “Do you have to pee? I have to pee. Come with me!”

She pulls you from the barstool, dragging you behind her into the bathroom. You set your drink down on the counter and take the time to pull a few pieces of hair out of your braid to frame your face, your cheeks already growing rosy from the alcohol. 

Evie watches as you fix your hair as she steps out of the stall and grins. “You are actually so hot, you know that, right Y/N?” She then starts to touch up her makeup in the mirror, even though you know she doesn't need it. 

“Oh my gosh, stop I already told you I didn’t even put effort in. I didn’t realize how crowded it was going to be or I would have tried a little harder.” you laugh. 

“Please,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously though, how are you still single? Twenty men broke their necks looking at you when you walked in, I swear.”

“Oh my god Evie, shut up! No they didn’t!” you counter.

“Girl yes, they did! You’re hot, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing at home alone all the time. You should be out here turning heads. Not at home living the single life.”

“I mean, I’m not single by choice!” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Then what's holding you back,” she asks, giving you a sympathetic look. “Cause you could have any guy you want, I can't believe you don't have a line of men breaking down your door.”

You refuse to admit the real reason, knowing the words leaving your lips would have you committed. No one could ever know about your nightly ritual, not ever. 

“Just haven’t found someone that checks the boxes, you know?” you lie. 

She snorts and shakes her head, seeing through your flimsy excuse. “Oh, please Y/N,” she says, putting a hand on her hip. "You're too picky, I think. You have some impossible guy in your head that only exists in movies.”

Youtube videos, but close.

“What’s with the barrage of questions? I thought we were finding your man tonight, not mine?” you say, changing the subject. 

She rolls her eyes and huffs in annoyance, but drops it. 

“Right, you're right. My man.” She takes a deep breath and smooths her hair back, checking herself in the mirror once more. “Okay, I'm ready. Let's go before he gets here.”

As you make your way back to the bar, Evie scans the room for any sign of Noah. Then her face lights up, and she starts to lead you through the crowd. “There he is! That's him right there.”

But before you could turn your head and look, you were met with a body colliding into yours, spilling your drink and theirs down the front of your dress. 

“Shit!” you shout, the ice cold drink soaking the fabric down to your skin. 

The offending person turns around, a deep set guilt on his face as his eyes meet yours. You’re positive your anger is bubbling to the surface, but it dissipates as you realize it truly might have been an accident. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so terribly sorry. My brother just bumped into me, and maybe I’ve had more to drink than I thought…I lost my balance. I am so sorry, please, let me buy you another as an apology.” the man says, his tone soft and genuine. 

As you turn to look at Evie, you find her across the room practically in the lap of the man she was waiting for. Perfect. You shake the vodka and Sprite off of your arms, debating whether you should just leave or tough it out and let this clumsy stranger buy your replacement drink. 

He knows he is a bit more intoxicated than you but in the back of his mind, he thinks that you are the most attractive woman he’s ever seen. He stands there with his mouth slightly open as if he’s shocked that he spilled his drink on you of all people. He shakes his head and clears his throat and finally speaks.

“Again, I am so sorry, I don’t know what got into me,  I don’t usually drink this much–  My brother and I are just celebrating something…”

There is something about the way he is looking at you that makes you want to accept, despite your wet dress and sticky skin. He bites his lips together as he sets his empty cup on a table, shoving his hands into the pockets of his khaki colored pants. Something about the look in his face softens your heart. 

“Alright,” you accept, “Just don’t spill this one on me, deal?”

He looks surprised that you’ve agreed, a pink blush tinting his cheeks, visible even in the purple lighting.

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of it.” he smiles. His teeth are perfectly white and straight, shocking you a little with how quickly it brought a smile to your own face. “I’m Josh by the way,” he says, pulling your attention away from his smile. 

“Oh, um Y/N,” you say, offering your hand to him. 

He takes your hand softly, his grasp is light and warm on yours. He shakes gently with a small smile and you notice that he never lets go of your hand but he also doesn’t seem to notice that he’s still holding on to it either.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.” You notice a dimple in his cheek, your heart instinctively fluttering at the sight of it. Something about him is just different, and you feel drawn to his presence. 

“Thanks,” you blush, suddenly feeling shy about the whole interaction. 

“Are you here by yourself?” he asks as he leads you towards the bar, still holding your hand. “Not that it matters if you’re here by yourself,” he laughs softly “Just wondering if you were here with a friend or something?”

For some reason you don’t make moves to let go of his hand, secretly enjoying the warmth of his soft touch. “I met my friend here, but it seems I lost her during our little drink mishap,” you giggle. 

He grins as you giggle. Your laugh had a certain ring to it, not like anybody else’s he’d ever heard, and he found himself wanting to hear it again as soon as possible. He leads you to two barstools and sits down, offering the seat next to him. 

“Well that’s a shame,” he chuckles softly. “And now you’re stuck with me.”

“Not necessarily… Aren’t you here with your brother?” you ask, leaning your elbow onto the wooden bar top. 

He laughs when you call him out, a wave of warmth washing over you as you hear it. Within a matter of minutes you find yourself completely enamored with this stranger, desperate to know more about him. 

“Right, yeah, he’s around. Somewhere,” he says, waving his other hand around in search of his brother who was most likely at the pool table on the other side of the bar. ​​“Honestly, I’ve already kind of forgotten why we’re even celebrating,” he laughs again before resting his chin in his free hand, “You just seem more important at the moment.”

You swallow nervously, feeling a tingle in your stomach you haven’t felt in a long time. 

He notices that you seem nervous and a twinge of excitement rushes through him. It seemed to him that you were feeling the same thing he was.

“I didn’t really catch what you were drinking before,” he nods towards the bar in front of you, “So what is it that I can replace for you?”

“O-oh, it was a Vodka and Sprite,” you answer, wetting your lips. 

He nods in agreement but in his head he is paying more attention to the way your lips glisten as you moisten them to speak. The thought of your lips was quickly taking over his mind and he found himself wondering what it would be like to run his fingers over the fullness of your bottom lip. 

“So what do you do when you’re not being spilled on by drunk guys in bars?”

You smile a little at his playful jab at himself, “Well, I’m a Music Data Analyst, it’s incredibly stressful, especially in a city like this.”

He grins, and he can’t help letting out a small laugh at your comment. The bartender places the two drinks in front of the two of you. He took a sip of his, keeping eye contact with you. His hand reaches out to pat the top of yours instinctively, but instead of pulling it away he lets it linger there, just on top of yours.

“Ah, the music industry... I couldn’t imagine working with stuck up, high maintenance musicians everyday.”

“It can be tough at times, but luckily I’m on the backside of things. But enough about me, what about you?” you ask, taking a sip of your fresh drink. 

He paused for a moment, trying to think about how he would reply to you. Should he tell you that he’s a famous singer with a band who’s touring the world? Did you already know who he was? Surely not…His brain is screaming at him to not mention his profession at all, be a normal guy for once. 

“I do a plethora of things, really. I’m a creative,” he answers, hoping you will accept it without a second thought.

“Actually, would you want to come meet my brother by chance?” he asks, narrowly avoiding answering your question. 

“Oh, um s-sure?” you answer, grabbing your drink. 

“Come on, I saw him by the pool table a little while ago,” he said, trying to contain his excitement. He took another drink of his vodka and then placed it on the bar, standing from his barstool with you.

He was about to let go of your hand to usher you through the crowd but found himself unable to. Your hand fit perfectly in his and he had somehow convinced himself that letting go would be the biggest mistake of his life.

He led you gently across the loud and crowded bar, the warmth and feel of his hand enclosing yours gave you a strange sense of comfort and familiarity. There was just something about him that you couldn’t shy away from. You felt drawn to him in a way you couldn’t yet explain. He moved around the crowd with practiced ease, knowing just where to move so as to not run into anyone. Before long you were at the pool tables.

“Jake!” Josh exclaimed, nudging his brother on the shoulder. Jake turned to look at him, beer in hand. You smiled shyly at the man, who was much different looking than his brother, though in a way oddly the exact same.

Jake turned to look at you, eyeing you closely. He had that same, cocky and charming smile on his face as he looked between you and his brother, noticing Josh was holding on to your hand. He knew his brother like the back of his hand and knew that he was already completely taken by you. He took a drink of his beer before speaking.

“Well, what do we have here, brother?” he smirked.

“This is Y/N,” Josh answered. 

Jake smiled and took another drink, eyeing you carefully and then his brother. He knew that look in Josh’s eyes all too well. He held out his free hand to you and shook yours with a firm grip.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Jake, Josh’s much cooler brother,” he joked.

“We’re twins, actually,” Josh interjects. 

“Twins?” you laugh, looking between the two of them. The differences in their appearance were strikingly different, but they shared identical features.

Jake laughs and gives his brother a sly smile.  “Yeah we are. However, I am the slightly better looking one.”

Josh turns to you with a surprised look on his face, “You know what, on second thought, this was a terrible idea. Maybe we should go back to the bar.”

“So cooler and better looking?” You tease, “Seems like a lot to carry.”

“Oh you have no idea, but I deal with the pressure well,” he answers, smirking as he sips his beer. You feel Josh’s hand tighten on yours pulling your focus back to him, suddenly remembering that Evie is somewhere in this bar without you.

“I should probably go find my friend,” you say, peering over his shoulder. 

He instantly feels the panic rise within him, dropping your hand as he speaks, “O-oh, yeah, absolutely.”

You furrow your brow as you look at him, already mourning the loss of his touch. “Are you not coming with me?”

His charming smile returns to his lips, a peek of his white teeth showing beneath his lips as he nods. He turns over his shoulder to look at Jake, who is staring inquisitively at the two of you.  

“Later.” Josh says, giving him a knowing look. Jake smirks and waves him off, returning back to his game of pool as the two of you begin to walk away. 

Josh follows your lead with his hand on your back as you weave through the crowd in search of Evie. The heat of his palm made your heart leap into your throat. He was glad to be able to touch you again, if only the small part of your back. As you continued making your way through the crowd, his palm slid up your back and rested between your shoulder blades, his fingers lightly caressing you as you looked around for your friend.

“I’m starting to feel like she left…” you say, a slight crack in your voice. 

His touch slowed and his hand came to a stop, resting just below your neck on your back. He could sense your disappointment as you said those words and he didn't like it.

“Maybe she did,” He said, a trace of irritation in his voice. He was secretly hoping she did so that he could have you all to himself. It was selfish, he knew, but the thought of sharing your attention right now was making his blood boil. “Hey…”

“Yes?” you answered, spinning to face him. His hand still lingered at the base of your neck, his fingertips still moving absentmindedly. 

He didn't know what to say, he just wanted to listen to the sound of your voice. He moved in closer, his hand slipping down to just above the small of your back, as he leaned down to speak to you. His breath was warm on your ear.

“The night is still young,” he whispered, his lips almost brushing against your ear. “There’s still plenty of trouble to get into.”

Something about his voice and the cadence of his words sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted more. You wanted him to keep talking. You didn’t care if he read you the phonebook. You pulled away from him, letting your eyes meet his as you gave him a knowing look. “What kind of trouble?”

He leaned in again, his hot breath on your ear as he chuckled softly. It took him a moment to answer as he was distracted by the smell of your perfume, a sweet and intoxicating smell that he wanted to bury his nose in. He let out a shaky breath before answering.

“Oh, I think you already know the kind of trouble I’m talking about,” he said, his voice dripping with something other than alcohol.

Something about this man had you ready and willing to throw caution to the wind. Every atom in your body was drawn to him, and you were having a hard time convincing yourself that a little bit of trouble didn’t sound like a good time. 

“Maybe I don't... Enlighten me, Josh.” you answered. 

He stood up straight again, a devilish grin on his face. His eyes traced over you for a moment, admiring your facial features and your body in your dress. He let out another laugh, this one lower and more seductive than his previous one.

“Maybe I will. But not here,” he said, his eyes scanning the room. “Come with me.”

“Can I trust you?” you ask with a teasing tone. 

He looked you up and down, his eyes finally meeting yours, his lips still in that sinful smile. A smirk appeared on his face and he stepped closer to you, his body now nearly pressed up against yours, and he looked down at you. His hand came up and his cold fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. He leaned down and spoke into your ear in a low whisper, his lips barely touching you. “Only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

You smile and nod, “Alright then, take me away…”

His own smile widened as you took his hand. His fingers wrapped around yours like a vice as he began to lead you through the bar. His eyes scanned the room as he led you, knowing where to weave around people as they danced and walked. Before long, you two were outside and away from the music and chaos of the bar.

“Are we leaving?” you ask, feeling the warm summer air against your skin.

“No, I’m just getting you away from the people and the noise for a bit.” He chuckled, slowing as he led you towards an archway of lights. His hand remained clutching yours tightly, enjoying the way your fingers intertwined with his. He continued to lead you towards the archway with no other plan except to be alone with you. “I prefer the quiet.”

He smiled, a small genuine smile that sent a flutter through your stomach. He guided you through the archway into an adjacent room. Once inside it was immediately quieter and secluded. It was still bright, but the only things illuminating the room were the strings of lights hung on the walls and the low glow coming from a few lights above.

“This is nicer,” he said softly, his thumb absently stroking the back of your hand.

“I didn’t even know this was here?” you say, looking around at the additional bar space. 

“Yeah it’s secluded, most people don’t,” he says as he walks you over to a small table in the corner. He lets go of your hand to pull out a chair for you. “Sink into that. I’ll go grab us another drink.”

You sit down in the chair and watch as he makes his way over towards the second bar area. Only a few people are in this portion of the bar, the vibe much quieter and way less rowdy. 

The music is low and slow and Josh smiles to himself as he approaches the bar stools. He signals over to the bartender and orders two more vodka and sprites. As he waits for the drinks he looks over his shoulder and sees you, sitting in the chair. Your body is relaxed and you looked completely comfortable and at ease, like this was where you were supposed to be, in the quiet away from chaos. It makes his heart skip a beat. The bartender places the two drinks in front of him and he smiles, nodding and thanking her. He picks up both glasses and makes his way back to the small table you’re sitting at. He sets one glass carefully in front of you and sits in the chair opposite you.

He sits back, sipping his drink slowly, his eyes never leaving your face. “You look really beautiful in this light.”

Your cheeks flush red at his compliment and the way it fell so effortlessly from his lips. His wet, pink lips. You couldn't help but to stare at them and you wondered again how they would feel on your own. You try to conceal your smile and brush off his compliment. “It's just the lights…”

He chuckled and he gave a small shake of his head, knowing it wasn’t just the lights. It was you. Entirely you. Your presence.

“No, it’s not just the lights,” he took a sip, watching you as you tried to hide your smile. He enjoyed the way your cheeks flushed. He wanted to memorize your face, your expressions, the way you held yourself. He wanted nothing more than to get to know you.

He leaned back in the chair, watching you in the soft glow of the lights. He felt the warm hum of alcohol in his veins, the liquor having loosened him up. He suddenly wanted to be a lot closer to you. To feel the heat of your body against his. “So, tell me something about you. Anything.”

“What do you want to know?” you counter. 

He leaned forward on the table, leaning his elbows on the edge and resting his chin in his hands. He could feel the warmth of the alcohol in his veins, his muscles relaxing and his brain growing a little fuzzy.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Anything. It could be your favorite color or your favorite song.”

“Well my favorite color is blue, and my favorite song is ‘Highway Star’ by Deep Purple.”

He laughed as he listened. He suddenly found himself feeling grateful that he got to you before Jake did. 

“Blue is a good color,” he muttered, leaning forward a little more. He was trying to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you. To hold your hand, brush your hair from your face… “And Deep Purple… Can’t say I was expecting that one. Are you really into classic rock?”

“I would say so. No one really makes music like that anymore,” you answer. 

A laugh leaves his chest, sending a tingle into the pit of your stomach. “A woman after my own heart.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite song then?” you ask. 

He leaned back into his chair for a moment to think. There were so many songs he loved, all for different reasons. Picking just one would be the challenge of a lifetime. 

“Hmm… If I have to pick I would say it's a toss up between ‘Let Me Die In My Footsteps’ by Bob Dylan, or ‘Night Flight’ by Led Zeppelin.”

“Oh I love Led Zeppelin!” you smile. 

He smiles when you say that. Your taste in music continued to impress him. He thought that you couldn’t get any better, but it seems like you’re defying that rule.

“Careful, don't say that too loud...”

“How come?” you ask, feeling confused.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No reason. I'm kidding. So tell me about your hobbies.”

“Well, I like to run. I like to paint. I like to travel. I don’t have time for much else,” you smile. 

“Been anywhere cool lately?” he asks. 

I took a trip to Turks and Caicos a couple of months ago. It was beautiful. “What about you? Do you like to travel?”

“I’ve been to quite a few places. I’ve been to almost every major city in the US, actually. Most of them overseas, too…But I’ve always enjoyed being back home, more.”

He had a look in his eyes, a strange sort of sadness as he mentioned home. It was brief, but you detected it nonetheless.

“You must have a good job to be able to travel that often,” you say, sipping at your drink. 

He chuckled and he took another drink. It didn't go unnoticed by him that you were asking about his profession again. He hadn't missed a single thing about you all night.

“Oh I suppose you could say that,” he said with a shrug. “I guess I'm in a very specialized line of work.”

“You don't like to talk about it…” you say, phrasing it as more of a statement than a question.

He met your gaze for a moment before sighing and looking away from you, running a hand through his coif of curls. He took a breath and looked back at you with a wry smile. He knew he'd have to talk about it eventually, but he couldn’t do it here. 

“No, I don’t like to talk about work much. Not here, anyway. Not right now,” he said in a low voice, the alcohol starting to get to him a bit more now.

“We don’t have to,” you say, shaking the ice in your glass. “Tell me your hobbies.”

“Well, I guess my hobbies would have to be drinking, writing, and reading,” he laughs, giving you a genuine smile. “I spend a lot of time at home writing, recording, all of that.”

“Isn’t it lonely being home alone all the time?”

He chuckled. A sound that sent a shiver down your spine. He took another drink, a little more of a generous one this time, before answering you. He set the glass on the table and met your gaze again.

“What makes you think that I’m always alone when I’m home?” he asked, that sly smile returning to his face. What you didn’t know was that when he was home he was never really alone. He had people all over the world joining him, just from the comfort of their own homes. 

“Oh, I just assumed because you sai–”

“Now now…” He said, his voice low and deep again. He was enjoying messing with you. “Never assume, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks blushed a deep red. You suddenly felt embarrassed with no way to backtrack on what you’d said. He smiled, loving the way your cheeks flushed and darkened when you blushed. You were absolutely beautiful, and he couldn't understand how someone so attractive was sitting in front of him, talking to him, letting him flirt with them. He had you where he wanted you, flustered and tongue-tied. He wanted to see how far he could go.

He leaned closer to you, resting his arms on the table. His dark eyes never left your face. He was about to say something. Something to tease you even more, but whatever thought he had vanished from his mind when his eyes finally took you in. How they roamed over your face, your body, the way you fidgeted in your seat. You were absolutely gorgeous and he was fighting every instinct to not lean over the table and grab you, pull you towards him, and kiss you right there and then.

“Why did you meet your friend here tonight?” he whispered, his face mere inches from yours.

“I- She asked me to... I don't go out too much,” you admit.

“Why not?” he asks. 

“I have different interests than most people. I have a routine and I find comfort in it. I don't like trying to force something that isn't there with people who won’t remember my name tomorrow...”

He took a drink, nodding slowly, listening to you talk. You had no idea how good you sounded to him. You were so different, and yet just like him. He liked that you were a creature of habit. He enjoyed his own routine, and he never liked to get mixed up in things that he couldn't follow through with.

“I know exactly what you mean.” he says, his words falling from his lips like honey. 

“Do you?” you breathe.

“Yeah, I do,” he said, a note of seriousness in his voice. He was sincere, not just saying what you wanted to hear. He genuinely did know what you meant. He saw himself in you, and it was almost eerie how similar you were.

“What were you two celebrating anyway?” you ask, breaking the obvious tension building between the two of you.

He swallowed, thankful for the change of topic. He wasn’t sure yet how much he could tell you about himself, so he gave you a half-truth, a part of the truth, but not all of it.

“We were celebrating the closing of a pretty big deal,” he said, his eyes shifting to the side, a look of guilt flitting across his face for a second before vanishing just as quickly as it came. He turned his attention back on you, looking directly into your eyes. His eyes roamed over your face, studying you. He felt a strange need to be completely honest and open with you, to tell you about himself just to see what you said, just to see how you would respond. But he shook the thought from his mind and leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink. “It’s actually kind of a miracle that I came out with him tonight in the first place. I usually never do.”

“Guess that makes two of us then,” you smile, sending him a playful smirk. 

He chuckled in agreement, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in your every expression, every little detail about you. His stomach flip flopped when he saw the way you smiled at him, the way your cheeks flushed when he paid you any attention. He loved it. He loved how you reacted, your expressions, everything about you, and it had only been an hour since he met you.

“What would you be doing right now if you hadn’t come to meet your friend?” he asks, swirling the ice in his glass. 

“Honestly? I would probably be asleep. I like to…wind down a certain way every night.”

He laughed and his eyebrows raised, his interest piqued. He leaned forward, a sly smile on his lips. “Wind down a certain way…”

You laugh, “Not how you think.”

He chuckled, loving how coy you were being. Like you were intentionally leaving it up to his imagination. Not a bad tactic, but he was always up for a challenge. “Well now I’m even more curious.”

You were nervous to tell him the truth, not knowing how he would react. “Okay fine. I watch meditations every night. They help me relax and clear my mind.”

Josh didn’t expect that. Not in a million years. He wasn’t sure what he expected you to say, but that definitely wasn’t it. Did she know? Surely she didn’t know. How could she know? He never showed his face.  He almost wanted to laugh, but then he looked at you and you looked completely serious. He had to think for a moment, to try to keep a straight face, being careful not to give himself away

“You- you watch meditations?”

“Yeah, I do. I stumbled across one about a year ago– It changed everything for me,” you confess. 

​​He raised his eyebrows in surprise, trying to picture you laying in bed as the sound of his voice talks you through meditation exercises. For some reason, the image of you in bed was doing things to him. He tried to keep his mind on track, to not get lost in his own imagination.

“You’re serious? Every night?”

You blush a little, suddenly feeling shy. “I try not to miss a night. The person that I like to watch uploads sporadically. I rewatch some of the same ones over and over. It's always a surprise when I see one of his notifications pop up.”

He felt his blood run cold, “Oh, it–it’s a he?”

“Yeah it is! He is on YouTube, his username is The Unknown Nightingale. Truly some of the best stuff out there.”

His eyes widened and his heart froze. It felt like the floor dropped out underneath him. Him? His Youtube channel? The person who was responsible for helping her relax and fall asleep every night was him?

He struggled to keep his face straight. It was hard to process what you said, and he didn't want to give himself away. But he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you were an avid watcher of his channel.

“What do you like about his videos?” he asked, doing his very best to keep his voice steady.

“Honestly, everything. The way he writes his meditations, the sound of his voice, the ambiance he is able to create. It's unlike any other creator I've found. He isn't doing it for fame, he is doing it for the love of the craft.”

His heart was beating faster, a strange mixture of guilt and excitement swirling around inside him. You were talking about him, you were talking about how you loved the sound of his voice. How you loved his videos. His channel. His own voice. He ran a hand through his hair again, still trying to keep his thoughts together.

“He must love it if it translates that clearly to his viewers.”

“I think maybe you– maybe you’d enjoy them too,” you say nervously. 

His heart thumped hard in his chest. You were suggesting he watch his own videos? He had to bite back a laugh, the situation was so absurd. He wanted to play along, to tease you and make you squirm, but he wasn't sure how to react.

“Maybe I would. I'm not much of a meditator, though,” he said, unable to resist the urge to be cheeky with you. “You said he uploads sporadically…”

“He does. It feels like sometimes he will do a new video every day or two, then he will fall off the face of the earth for a few months, then come back like nothing happened,” you laugh, sliding your tongue over your lips. 

He nodded slowly, his eyes watching the way your tongue moved across your lips. It was hypnotizing to watch, but he tried to keep himself focused, to not let himself get distracted by it. Though his focus was waning the more he thought of you all alone in your room, watching his videos, hearing his voice as you closed your eyes and drifted off...he pushed the thought from his mind and cleared his throat.

“I see,” he said, trying his best to sound casual. “Sounds like he must have a pretty loyal fan base then.”

“I mean, I never miss an upload,” you confess with a sweet smile. 

A strange rush of adrenaline passed through him at your words. You never missed an upload. That means you were watching his videos every day. That you were familiar with the sound of his voice, the way his meditations worked. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, but it made him feel a little… How did she not realize that it was you, right in front of her, right now? If she knew your voice this intimately, how did she not know it was you? 

But of course she didn’t. You were talking normally. And the two times tonight you’d used that voice, she practically melted into you. Deep down she knew. Her body knew, but she didn’t.

You stared at him, taking in the way you could see his mind at work, the way his teeth dragged his bottom lip between them. He was beautiful, in every sense of the word.

He finally noticed the way you were looking at him, the way your eyes were taking him in the same way he had been staring at you all night. He slowly released his lip, his gaze still locked with yours.

“What?” he asked huskily, a smirk on his face, pretending he didn’t know what you were thinking.

You shook your head, pushing away your thoughts. “Nothing, just can’t believe I told you that. You probably think I’m crazy.”

He shook his head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table in front of him. “No, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re a very, very sweet girl.”

You felt your heart rate spike as the words left his lips, goosebumps breaking out over your entire body.

He nodded, not breaking eye contact with you. He smirked and reached his hand out, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist. He ran his thumb delicately up and down your skin, feeling the smoothness of your flesh. He loved the way your body responded to his touch. The way you felt. 

“Would you– want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to come home with you?”

He smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe how sweet and innocent you were talking, acting like you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. You had no idea how crazy you were making him, how he craved to feel every inch of you. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he said, his voice growing more raspy, “I am.”

“How come?” you asked, a hint of flirtation present in your tone. 

His grip on your wrist unconsciously tightened. He could feel his self control slipping more and more every time you spoke to him, every word that left your beautiful mouth. He knew exactly how you would sound when he took you home.

“So I can show you a different way to wind down for the night,” he said, trying his very best to keep his cool. “One you might like even more.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, it was clear he wanted you in the same way you wanted him. “What if I’m a bad kisser?” you tease. 

He smirked again, feeling his heart skip a beat at your question. He was quickly losing the ability to keep his calm, his cool. In fact, he was losing a lot of ability when it came to you, but his body was reacting quickly while his brain tried to keep up.

“You’re asking the wrong guy. I couldn’t care less if you were a bad kisser. The most fun I’d have is showing you how to be a good one.”

“I think I like the way that sounds,” you reply with a grin. 

He couldn’t help it anymore. The sound of your voice and your smile, the way you were looking at him. He stood up and held out a hand to you, silently commanding you to take it and get up. Without saying a word, he led you out of the bar and out into the parking lot.

He led you out to his car, silently opening the passenger door and guiding you to sit down gently. He closed the door and got in the driver's seat, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. The entire time he kept his eyes trained forward, trying to focus on driving but constantly stealing glances at you. The silence was deafening, and you caught him looking at you several times, which made you squirm in your seat. 

He smirked to himself, knowing that you were getting nervous, his eyes never wandering far from you as he drove. His hand snaked over to rest on your bare thigh, the heat of his palm scorching against your skin. You looked over at him, giving him an approving smile as you placed your hand on top of his. 

His hand slowly began moving up your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy, slow patterns around the supple flesh. He was trying to focus on driving, but he couldn't help but to watch your body react to his touch.

When he stopped at a red light, he turned his head towards you. He continued to watch your face, drinking in your reactions to his touch. He could see the way your chest moved as your breath quickened, the way your pupils dilated, the way you bit down on your lip. He chuckled to himself softly, amused and enthralled by the way you responded to him so completely.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?” he asked, continuing to trace his knuckles up and down your thigh.

“Feels good,” you breathe.

He hummed in response, his gaze moving over your body. He could feel his arousal growing, his pants becoming tighter and tighter as he continued to touch you, to watch you react. It made his heart beat so hard against his chest he was worried you could hear it too.

“Keep talking, baby,” he said, his voice now a deep, low growl. “What feels good?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his casual use of the word baby. Why did it sound so good coming from his lips? Why did everything sound so good coming from his lips?

“Your touch…It’s soft and delicate, but firm and warm. Feels so good,” you answer.

He nearly let out a moan as you spoke. The description of his touch from your perspective was almost too much for him. Hearing you say those things, hearing how his touch affected you, it made him grip your thigh a little tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His breathing was getting heavy, his heart racing at the idea of getting you back to his place and having you all for himself. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his focus.

“Just my touch or my voice too?” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

“Both,” you confess, squirming beneath his palm.

He smirked, loving how your body began to move in your seat, how your breath quickened, how your thighs pressed together when his hand moved too high. He was teasing you, loving the way you were reacting to him. He wanted to see how far he could push you, how much he could get you to want him, while he sat in the driver's seat.

“Yeah? You like it when I talk to you, sweetheart?” he purred, sliding his hand a little higher on your thigh.

A shiver ran up your spine. Something about him had attracted you like a magnet. You were drawn to him in a way you'd never been drawn to anyone before. Every word that fell from his lips pulled you in deeper and deeper. “I like it when you call me baby.”

You didn’t even realize the effect you were having on him. He wanted you, desperately, more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything in his life.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I say it just like that?” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as he spoke to you. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I do,” you breathe.

He was getting closer to his apartment, only minutes away now. But the closer they got, the more the desire inside him grew. He wanted you, and he desperately wanted to know if your body would respond to him in the same way it was right now when he laid you down in his bed.

“Good. We’re almost there, sweetheart,” he said, his hand sliding just a bit higher on your thigh, his eyes still fixed on your face.

When he finally pulled into his driveway, he reluctantly removed his hand from your skin. He reached up and turned off the car, silence and the sudden loss of stimulation making the night air between you feel heavier, more charged.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around to your side and opening the door. He held out his hand to help you out, his gaze locking with yours as soon as you were standing in front of him outside the darkened house. You could hear the wind in the trees and the cicadas that occupied them. His house was large and beautiful, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him for too long.

“You have a beautiful home,” you said, looking up at the front porch. 

He smiled at the compliment and stepped closer so he was directly in front of you, boxing you in against the side of his parked car. One hand was on the car frame while the other brushed a strand of hair off your face, his fingers gently grazing your skin. He looked down at you, looking every bit like a predator about to devour its prey, his eyes raking up and down your body, taking you in. But you didn’t feel threatened, not in the slightest.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he breathed, his voice low and huskier than before.

Your eyes flicked to his lips, silently begging him to kiss you.

He chuckled at your reaction, how desperate your eyes looked as you stared at his lips. He was enjoying this, prolonging your torture, seeing how far he could push your patience before he finally gave in to the pull between you. He brought his hand up to your chin, gently grasping it in his hand. His thumb slowly ran across your soft lips.

“You want me to kiss you, baby?” he purred. “You have to use your words. I won’t do it until you ask.”

He knew you were waiting for him, eager for his lips to crash against yours and feel the heat of his body against you. But he didn’t want to give you exactly what you wanted just yet. There was something about the way you were looking at him with those big doe eyes, your breath quickening in your chest, that made him want to see how far he could push you before you would snap. 

“Kiss me, Josh,” you breathed.

His eyes darkened at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He’d never heard his name sound like that before. There was a desperation behind the way you said it, but a sweetness that he knew was just because of who you were. You didn’t even realize the power you had over him. It was only fueling the already wild fire growing inside him. His eyes roamed your face, studying you intently, his thumb tracing along the full curve of your bottom lip.

Unable to hold off any longer he slammed his lips into yours, the taste of him overwhelming your senses. His lips were as soft as you’d imagined, but kissing you as firmly as you needed him to. 

You were like a drug, every nerve in his body on fire as he pressed you against his car. His tongue pushed past your lips, meeting yours and tasting you, and he couldn’t help himself as he pushed his body against yours, trying to feel as much of you as possible.

He was losing himself in the kiss, gripping your hips and pulling you tight against him. He could feel himself growing harder, more aroused by the second, his brain shutting off all rational thought as he tried to get as much of you as he could. The way you tasted, the way you felt against him, the soft sounds you were making, it was all driving him crazy. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way with anyone before, and he didn’t ever want it to stop.

You pulled away from him suddenly, the taste of him still present on your tongue. “Take me inside, Josh.”

He felt like he was in a fog, dizzy and dazed from the kiss. Every inch of his body was screaming for more, but you were right. He didn’t want to spend the whole night out in his driveway. He reluctantly pulled away from you and walked over to the door, keeping his intense gaze on you the whole time.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside as you walked in. As soon as you were inside, he locked the door and immediately pushed you back against the wall.

He pressed his body against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. One of his hands was on your waist, his fingers gripping your skin tight enough to leave a mark, while the other tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, nuzzling the sensitive flesh and leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

“Fuck, Josh,” you groaned, feeling his teeth nipping at your neck.

He chuckled softly, loving the sound of you coming completely undone already. Your body, your voice, the way you were responding to him and his touch. It was all driving him wild, making him desperate for more of you. He dragged his lips to your ear, breathing heavily against it before he spoke again.

“You sound so goddamn perfect when you say my name,” he growled. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“So tell me…” 

He pulled back from your neck so he could look at your face, his dark eyes locking with yours. He took a second to just take you in, your lips kiss-bitten and parted, your face flushed, the look in your eyes as you stared up at him. He could feel your body heat through your clothes, and he wanted to feel your flesh against his skin so goddamn bad, but he held back, savoring the moment and the anticipation.

“I’ll tell you, but I’m going to do it my way,” he said, his eyes dark and lust filled. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you knew he could feel your pulse beneath his hands. “What do you mean?”

He smirked, a look of mischief on his face. He leaned down so his lips were right next to your ear, his breath washing over your skin as he spoke, his voice in a deep, low tone. “Do you trust me?”

“I want to,” you answer hesitantly. 

He chuckled and nuzzled your neck again, the feeling of his mustache against your skin making you shiver. “You can trust me, baby,” he said, his hot breath against your flesh. “You’re going to love this.”

“Love what?”

Without answering you, he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, hoisting you up by the underside of your thighs. He started walking towards the bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on the back of your thighs, holding you tight against his body as he walked.

You giggled as he kissed your neck, stopping just short of the bedroom door. You could see the soft glow of light peeking from beneath the door, orange and dim. He placed you back on your feet, spinning you around to lean against the wall. 

“I want to try something,” he says, his eyes searching yours. 

“Like what?” you ask, your arms wrapped around the base of his neck. 

“I’d like to blindfold you,” he admits, looking for any sign of rejection from you. 

“Blindfold?!” you ask, feeling shock course through your body. 

He chuckled at your surprise, at how your eyes widened in response to his request. “Yeah, I want to take away your ability to see so that you can feel every single thing that I do. And if you can trust me I know you will enjoy it.”

“I’m nervous, Josh.”

His smile became softer, hearing the hint of anxiety in your voice. He gently ran his fingers along your jaw and spoke softly to reassure you. “You don’t have to be nervous, baby. I would never do anything that you’re not okay with, or do anything to  make you feel uncomfortable. I just want to heighten your senses a bit, make all the sensations more intense.”

He knew if he could just get you to trust him, it would be worth it. He would blow your mind in more ways than one. 

“Okay,” you agreed, nodding your head as you wrapped a curl around your finger. You did trust him. You didn’t know why, but you did. 

He smiled at your answer, grateful that you were trusting him. He wanted to make you feel good, to make you feel desired and wanted. He nuzzled your neck again before he spoke.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop?” he asked, his lips against your ear.

“I will, I promise.”

“Okay, good.” he pauses, “Wait right here, I’ll be right back.”

You watch him walk through his bedroom door, returning seconds later with a black silk scarf. Your heart is pounding, and you couldn’t believe you agreed to being blindfolded by this man you’d met only hours ago. 

He stood in front of you and held up the scarf in his hand. He took in your expression, the look of nerves and excitement in your eyes. He knew you were nervous, but he also knew how much you wanted this. You trusted him, and he wasn’t going to let you down. 

His voice lowered, growing quieter and softer. “I want you to close your eyes,” he commanded you as he stood in front of you. “Keep them closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”

Without thinking you did as he asked, taking one more long look at his perfect face before letting your eyes flutter closed.

He smiled watching your eyes shut obediently. You trusted him, and you looked so beautiful and delicate with your eyes closed, your eyelashes fanning out against your cheeks. He couldn’t help but reach out and caress your skin, his hands gently cupping your face in his palms as he just looked at you for a moment.

“Perfect,” he breathed out. “God, you’re so gorgeous, you have no idea. Now, just try and stay still…”

You swallowed nervously, feeling his hand on your face. You leaned into his touch, nervous still about what was to come. 

His hands were still on your face as he lifted the silken scarf to your eyes. “Just relax, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous. I’ve got you. All you gotta do is feel, okay? I just want you to feel.”

“Okay,” you answered, feeling him knot the scarf at the back of your head. It was dark behind the fabric, the blindfold blocking out any light so all you had to go on was your other senses, waiting for his touch and his voice to guide you.

“Good?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle as his hands caressed your face. A tingle fell over your body, the sound of his voice rushing through you. 

“I’m going to pick you up again now,” he said. “I want you to hold on to me, wrap your arms around my neck.”

You instinctively reached up and looped your arms around his neck, holding onto him as he scooped you up off the floor and gathered you in his arms. You felt so small and light against him, and he relished the feeling of your body in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, your face so damn close to his as he started to walk.

You could feel him walking into the bedroom, the rush of cooler air prickling at your skin. It smelled different in here, the lingering smell of fire in the air. You breathe in the smoky scent, taking in the feeling of his soft cotton shirt beneath your hands. 

He walked over and set you down gently on what you assumed was the edge of his bed. You looked so delicate and perfect, sitting blinded on the edge of his bed, your hands grasping at the soft sheets on either side of you. You were completely at his mercy, your body reacting to every little sound, and he was going to use that to his advantage.

He let go of you and stood back for a moment, enjoying the way you looked in front of him. Your head was tilted and your lips were parted, your body still on edge from the uncertainty of what he had planned for you. He drank in the sight of you, your form bathed in the soft light orange glow of his lamp, a sight he didn’t want to forget anytime soon. He could feel the heat growing in his body, his hands itching to touch you.

You suddenly became very aware that he wasn't touching you anymore,  anxiety starting to bloom in your chest. “Josh?” you squeaked.

He chuckled as he heard you call out his name, the sound of the uncertainty in your voice like music to his ears. He could tell you were starting to get uncomfortable as his hands weren't on you, and that's exactly where he wanted you. He wanted you desperate for his touch, desperate for him.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice smooth and even as he took a step closer to you.

“Where did you go?” you asked, feeling his hand brush the hair over your shoulder. 

“I’m right here, don’t worry,” he said, his voice still even and in control. “I’m just enjoying the view for a minute.”

“Kiss me Josh, please,” you begged, quickly feeling very vulnerable as you sat in the darkness.

The sound of you begging him to kiss you went straight to his head, making him feel like it was taking every ounce of self-control to keep his hands to himself. Part of him almost wanted to tease you more, to see just how desperate you would get before he finally gave in and gave you what you asked for, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. The sound of your voice begging for him was too good.

“Goddamn it,” he growled, his hands suddenly grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. His lips connected with yours, and this time the kiss felt different. Not being able to see him made it feel ten times better, and definitely worth the wait. 

You felt his arm wrapping around your waist as he moved you further up the bed, laying you down on his soft, cold sheets. You whined into his mouth, the sound of his lips on yours louder than ever before. 

He pushed you back against the bed, his hands and lips on you faster than you could react. The sight of you like this was perfect, your body on his bed, your head thrown against the pillows, your body squirming under his touch as he laid on top of you, his mouth on yours, his hands grabbing at you, holding you, feeling every curve of your body through your clothes.

“You sound so goddamn good,” he mumbled against your lips between kisses.

“Keep talking to me Josh,” you plead. 

He could tell you were desperate to hear his voice, for his touch, for anything to make you feel. He had you in the palm of his hand, and he didn’t even need to do much of anything.

“You want me to keep talking?” he whispered as his lips moved to your neck, his tongue, teeth and mustache against your flesh. 

“Yeah…I like your voice,” you confess.

Those words sent a shiver down his spine. He loved how much you enjoyed the sound of him, how sensitive you were to the way he talked, and now that you couldn’t see him, he was going to capitalize on it even more.

“Yeah? You like the way I talk to you, baby?” he growled against your neck, his voice deep and even huskier than before. “Want me to tell you all of the things I want to do to you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, arching up into him. 

He smiled against your neck at how eager and needy you sounded. You were already begging for him, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He felt like he was going to burst, but he couldn’t help but keep teasing you, wanting to hear all of the noises he could get you to make. He continued to kiss and nibble his way up and down your neck, his voice in a deep, husky tone as he spoke against your skin.

“I want to do so many things to you, baby,” he said, his fingers tracing down your chest. “But first I need you out of this,” he said, sliding the strap of your dress over your shoulder.

“Take it off,” you instructed.

He chuckled, loving how you were suddenly giving him instructions as to what to do, how to touch you. Your demand only served to build the need and desire that was coursing through his veins even more. He slowly started to slide your dress down over your shoulders, his lips trailing over your collarbone as he did so.

“You’ve got to learn some patience, baby,” he teased. “I’m going to take my time with you, I’m not going to rush this. I thought you said you meditated.”

“I do…” you whine.

He continued to slide the dress down, his lips following his hands as he undressed you. He was taking his time, like he said he would. He wanted to enjoy every slow movement, savoring the way your skin felt under his fingertips, the way you would whine and squirm when he touched you.

“I want you to listen to my voice, baby. Can you do that?” he asked, his voice growing softer and slower. He knew it was time to use his ASMR voice and see if you could put the pieces together.  

Your breath caught in your throat at the tenderness of his tone. “Y-yes…”

He smiled, loving how his voice had such an instant effect on you. He continued to slide your dress down, pulling the fabric past your chest, past your stomach, until it was on the floor. He sat back to look at your body, a little shocked at your lack of underwear, but he wasn’t complaining. You looked so perfect, your chest heaving with every breath, your mouth slightly parted, and your blindfold keeping you from seeing anything.

He took his time with you, his thumbs gently massaging your skin, occasionally his lips meeting your stomach, placing kiss after kiss on your abdomen, his voice soft and even as he continued to speak.

“Keep breathing, baby. Take deep breaths, in and out,” he whispered. “Just listen to my voice, feel my touch,” he pauses, “Can you feel it?”

Your skin felt like it was on fire from his gentle touch, mixed with the sound of his voice you thought you might burst into flames. “Yes, Josh…” you whined, “More…”

“Listen to my voice, beautiful. Try and do as I say…”

You nod in agreement, desperate for his touch. 

He continued to worship your body with his hands and mouth, his lips finding your chest and shoulder and up your neck, his mouth now right beside your ear.

“Focus on my words, breathe when I tell you to breathe, and keep still when I tell you to keep still...” he paused, “I want you to breathe in, take a few deep breaths in and out for me…”

You do as he says, taking a few shaky breaths into your stomach as you feel the bed shift. You can tell he is moving away from you, and you can hear the soft sound of his clothes hitting the floor. Your thighs rub together in anticipation, and you remember that he can see you. 

“Relax, baby,” he whispered as his hands found your thighs. “Just keep listening to me…”

You feel the bed dip again, his hands sliding up your leg so gently that it almost tickles you.

He positions himself between your legs, his own body now bare except for his boxers. He loved the way your thighs felt under his touch, how soft and smooth your skin was, the feeling of anticipation as his hands drifted higher up your leg. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to tease you, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“Deep breaths…” he whispered. “In and out…”

You nod, starting to breathe at a more steady pace now. He watched as your breath steadied, your chest rising and falling in a constant rhythm now. He loved the way you were so pliant and responsive to his words and his touch, and he wanted to see just how far he could take it.

He slid his hands higher up your legs, his fingers tracing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He could feel your skin burning under his touch, he could see your body start to shiver under his fingers.

“When you’re ready, I want you to let your fingers roam over your skin. I want you to touch your chest…Your stomach… Your thighs… Go slowly, as slowly as you can…Anything that feels good, I want you to do it.”

You do as he says, slowly letting your fingers slide over your body, caressing yourself as his hands move softly on your thighs.

He watches as you caress your own body, your touch light and gentle over your skin, the way you’re exploring your own body being one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. He continued to sit between your legs, watching as your fingertips glided over your chest. He couldn’t help himself from slowly sliding his hands up.

“Doing so good, baby,” he whispered. “Keep going for me…”

You feel his lips as they press to your inner thigh, the sensation surprising you, your nipples hardening quickly. A harsh breath is sucked into your lungs, your heart starting to beat faster now. 

He smiled against your skin, loving the way you reacted to him, surprised by the feeling, your body suddenly burning hotter and harder. He began to leave more kisses, his lips moving up and up your thighs, his breathing growing deeper as he continued to kiss and touch and tease.

“Just keep breathing for me, baby,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re doing so good for me…”

You refocused, breathing deeply and slowing your heart rate, feeling his lips connect with your center.

He began to kiss and gently suck, his tongue making slow, soft circles against you. He wanted to keep you calm, relaxed, but he also wanted to drive you crazy.

His mouth pulls away just long enough to speak, “Keep touching yourself… It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” you whine, feeling his mouth reconnect with you. His tongue moved slowly and languidly, lapping at you as if your pleasure, and your feelings were the only ones in the world. 

As he continued to lap at you, he couldn’t help but let out a low moan against you, the feeling of his mouth on you and the sound of you reacting so beautifully and perfectly.

He needed you, he needed to hear more of you, to feel more of you. “God, you taste so good,” he said against you, the words sending vibrations into you.

He felt your reaction on his tongue, the way you responded to his touch, how you began to arch your back and spread your legs against the sheets as he kept working. 

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he mumbled, his voice getting a little rougher as he continued to tease you with his tongue. “It’s going to feel so much better if you do.”

“Josh, oh god,” you whine, feeling a jolt of electricity start to tingle in your stomach. 

He chuckled against your center, loving the way you started to squirm and whine for him, the way you were getting closer and closer to the edge.

“You can keep touching yourself,” he said, his voice huskier than it was. “I want you to get closer, but I don’t want you to go over the edge, okay?”

“I–I don’t know– It’s too much–” you whine.

“You can hold it,” he said as his tongue continued to circle against you. “Just a little longer, baby…Breathe, and listen to my voice.”

You felt his fingers move from your thigh, sliding through your wetness as his fingertips glided against your entrance. You wanted it, no, needed it, more than you ever needed anything.  

“I want you to feel my fingers sliding into every inch of you,” his voice low and dark, his fingers still tracing against you.

“Please, Josh…”

He slid his fingers inside of you, slowly and gently. A low growl escaped his throat, the feeling of you surrounding his fingers was perfect. “Do you feel it, baby? Do you feel me so perfect inside of you?”

All you could do was whine, feeling his fingers massage against your g-spot.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he groaned against you. “But I need you to hold out a little longer for me...” he pauses, “I need your mind to focus on whatever feels best right now. Focus there. Anytime your mind starts to stray, pull it back to this feeling. Back to this area of pleasure.”

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the sensitive numb between his lips. You did exactly as he said, focusing on the feeling of euphoria quickly taking hold of you. 

“Just like that sweetheart, just like that…Notice that the more attention you give that pleasure, the better it feels. Focus on it, baby. Soak it in. Your truest felt sense, is feeling.”

His words echoed in your head, his last sentence striking a chord within you. You felt your orgasm rapidly approaching but you couldn't shake the feeling that you had heard that before. The truest felt sense, is feeling. A wave of pleasure washed over you, and you knew there was no stopping the orgasm about to rip through your body. 

“Ride it out, baby,” his voice was growing darker and rougher, his own body starting to react as your own grew closer and closer. “Give in to the feeling. Let it overtake you…”

The sound of his voice is what pushed you over the edge, your hands connecting with his face as his lips returned to your clit. Your hips rolled up into his mouth, your orgasm warming your body from your head to your toes. A whine echoed through the room, the wet sounds of his mouth working you through it filling the air. 

“Josh,” you whined, letting your fingers grip into his curls. 

He kept his mouth on you, working you through your orgasm, hearing your moans and whimpers, feeling your body grow more and more tense as he continued. He was overwhelmed and desperate, but he still worked his attention on you, letting your orgasm fill the air around him.

“Let go, beautiful. Be in the moment, live in the moment.”

“I want you Josh,” you whine, finally coming down from your blissed out state. “Please…”

You feel the bed move, and you can feel his warm breath on your chest as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. “Did so fuckin’ good for me, baby…”

You feel his fingers slide through your wetness before pulling away. You can feel the bed shake as he strokes himself, kicking his boxers to the floor. You’re practically trembling beneath him, ready to have him. All of him. 

“Please,” you whine, still unable to see anything in front of you, only relying on the sounds around you to give you any indication of his presence. 

He can hear the need in your voice, the desperate sound as you whine for him. He can feel your body trembling and shaking beneath him, yearning for him. He leans over you, his hands finding yours and pinning them down in the sheets beside your head. You feel his body move over yours as he speaks, his voice low and ragged.

“Please what?”

“Kiss me, touch me, something…anything…” you plead. 

You feel his body hovering over yours, his warm breath fanning against your face. You feel his tip swipe through your folds, sending a shock to your system. 

“Breathe for me,” he whispers, “In and out…”

You take a shaky breath, every sensation heightened without your vision to guide you. You want to see him, more than anything you want to see him, but you’re doing this his way, and you know he wouldn’t steer you wrong. 

“Good, baby, just like that,” he breathed, dragging the head of his cock slowly back and forth against your sensitive clit. He’s warm and thick, his hand guiding his movements as he releases his own labored breath. You feel him pull away, sitting back on his knees as his hands move softly up and down your thighs,“I’m going to try something…”

“Josh please, don’t make me wait anymore,” you beg. 

“I’m going to give you what you want, I promise. But first, I’m gonna make you cum,” he pauses, “Using only my voice,” he whispers. 

A chill rises to your body as his lips brush over your stomach. Your chest starts to move more rapidly, the thought alone sending your arousal straight to your core.  

“H-how,” you whine. 

“Trust me,” he whispers, moving to lay next to you. “Turn on your side for me,” he says, helping you maneuver yourself to fit the contours of his body. You can feel his hard cock resting against your ass, only spurring you on further. 

You feel him pull you close to him, his arms encircling your waist as his face rests in the crook of your neck. 

“I need you to just relax. Breathe, and relax. Melt into me,” he said, letting his hands dance across your skin. 

“Okay,” you breathe, relying on the sound of his voice to help you relax as you have so many times before.

“Good,” he says as he can feel you growing more relaxed against him. His hands slide slowly up and down your sides, his legs and arms wrapped around and encircling you. He feels your breathing return to a more normal pace again as he speaks, his face laying against your neck.

“Focus on my voice now, just listen,” he whispers. “Can you feel the tone of my voice vibrate through your body now?”

“Yes,” you breathe. 

“Doing so good, baby,” he smiles against you, “Now focus on every vibration, listen to the sounds and the tone, let it sink deep into your body.”

He continues to gently caress you with his fingertips, feeling your body respond to his words and his touch. “Now, I want you to follow the sound of my voice as it moves up and down your body…”

You shiver against him, the timbre of his voice sinking into your bones.

“With every word that leaves my lips you’re going to become increasingly aware of your body and the weightlessness of your limbs. Floating, listening only to my voice. The more weightless your limbs are, the more you surrender, falling deeper into my voice and my direction...” he breathes, “It feels so good to drift, to fall so easily, so quickly to the words I say, winding you down further and further. Deeper and deeper…Doesn’t it baby…”

You feel a tingle run through your body at his careful instruction and the way his voice swirls through the air around you. “It feels good,” you whisper, the words barely audible as your lips move.

“Stay with me beautiful,” he breathes, his lips drifting over the column of your neck. His hand is splayed over your stomach, his fingers ghosting over your skin. “Focus on the slow sensual quality of your breath, filling your lungs, in and out, your chest expanding with each breath. Every atom in your body is relaxed. Focus on the stirring in your pelvis, the growing tension between your thighs, as if all of your energy is gathering there, pooling there… As if all of your energy radiates from that place. A sacred place…”

“Josh,” you whine, suddenly feeling the exact feeling he spoke of.  

“You feel it…” he whispers.

“Yes,” you moan, your hips jutting backwards to rub against his. 

“As you listen to my voice, a slow and steady throb will start to build, stronger and stronger as you start to enter this place. It’s soft and welcoming as you enter deeper and deeper inside, as you enter this world more and more.”

“It feels good to step into this place more deeply. To come inside. Allow yourself to surrender to this desire. This desire that is flickering right between your thighs. The aching, hot, feeling of the energy building. Growing, and growing…”

“Touch me, please,” you beg, reaching for his hand on your stomach. His hand doesn’t move, though. 

“Focus on my voice. Focus on your desire,” he answers, running his nose along the rim of your ear. 

“Notice that the more I talk, the more deeply relaxed you feel. It’s so easy to enter this place with me. I want you to feel yourself going deeper, slowing down. Your mind going blank, being filled with the images I place there…” he continues, “The heat is coiling tighter, winding higher, building, building between these sensitive thighs…It feels good to feel that arousal building…growing…”

You rub your legs together, desperate for friction, desperate for anything. His words entering your mind, detonating like bombs through your nervous system. You’re slick with arousal, your heart pounding as it circulates through your bloodstream, your desire for him growing more intense with every passing second. You’re sure he can feel your heart pounding, your need to be touched blatantly evident. 

“Do you feel the energy getting stronger,” he asks, a whisper against your skin. 

“Yes, yes, it’s strong, it’s too strong,” you whine. 

“Your awareness has been gathering, building, growing in this one area… A nice glowing ball of red light, focused at your Root Chakra…” he breathes, “You’re going to go somewhere very pleasurable…Think of how good it feels now… Let that pleasure build…”

You’re trembling in his arms, never succumbing to a feeling quite this intense before. 

“Feel yourself falling, deeper down. I want you to think back to a few minutes ago, the way my mouth connected me to you. The warmth of my tongue on your body, the slickness that was waiting for me there…Imagine we’re connected again…Let your mind drift in that memory, as the feeling of pleasure keeps getting stronger…Let yourself enjoy the scene in your mind. Let your subconscious place you back in the moment…”

“Baby…” you cry out, almost as if you can feel the way his tongue lapped at you once again. 

“Imagine the fullness you’ll feel as I slide into you, your body accepting me wholly, in my purest form. Our bodies connecting and uniting…Our bodies forming into one together…Take that thought as far as you’d like, as long as it's holding you in this feeling…In this pleasure…Just keep my voice present in the back of your mind…I’m there, with you in this image, feeling my own pleasure along with you��Because of you… The tension is burning higher and higher, the throb between your legs growing and growing…Your arousal is pounding through your body...”

“Josh–” you gasp, feeling the burn start to blaze in your stomach. 

“Let yourself go to these feelings, let them draw you to your climax. I’m here with you, you’re safe here…”

Your hand grips his tightly, his fingers intertwined with yours as your breathing starts to become choppy. His lips press to the back of your ear, the heat of his kiss pushing you further to your undoing. 

“I want you to release that pleasure, I want you to climax with the sound of my voice, so hard and so intensely, that you feel as if you’re floating…I’m going to count backwards from three, and when I hit the number one, I want you to cum. I want you to give yourself over to the pleasure, the burning, I want you to ascend into the feeling…”

Your breathing is loud and labored, the yearning for him stronger than it’s ever been, “Do it,” you beg.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

“Cum now. Surrender to it,” he demands, holding you as your body explodes in his arms, every nerve in your body lit aflame. A pathetic cry leaves your chest as his arms wrap around you, holding your body against his as you shake with pleasure. 

He groans against your neck, his fingers gripping into your plush skin, his cock hard and wanting against you. “Baby, baby, fuck,” he whines. “Did so good. So beautiful, so perfect…”

You reach behind you, unable to stop yourself from feeling for his cock, painfully hard against his stomach. You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the girth filling your hand as you slide up and down his shaft. “Please,” you beg. 

You feel the bed move, his body rolling over top of yours as you fall to your back. His hands slide softly over your chest, his fingers brushing your nipples as his knees move to widen your legs. 

“How could I ever deny you after that gift?” he breathes, his head dropping down to press a kiss to your stomach. It takes you by surprise, still unable to see his beautiful face. 

You feel him brush the tip through your wetness, even more present now than it was before. Your body lurches into his, letting his length slide quickly through your soaked folds. A hiss leaves his chest at the contact, a huff of surprise following after. 

“I want you to fill me, just like you said…” you confess. 

“I’m gonna, sweetheart. But you’ll have to take me slow,” he says. Your brow furrows as you consider his words, suddenly realizing what he means as he pushes the tip into your entrance. Your body instinctively clenches around him, a whine leaving his throat as he feels your walls constrict. 

“Listen to me, beautiful, stay with me… I need you to relax. I need to go slow, it’s too much at once…Relax and let me in.”

It’s as if you have no control over your mind anymore, as if he is the one making all your decisions. Your body falls limp beneath him, and you feel him press further inside. It’s a noticeable sting as your body stretches to accommodate him, but as he moves slowly inside of you, you start to feel that pleasure spark back to life. 

“Josh– Let me see you, I want to see you…” you plead, lifting a hand and feeling his grab yours. He presses it to the base of his groin, a small patch of hair meeting his happy trail. He moves your hand to the base of his cock, sliding into you further until you feel your own wetness on your fingers. 

“Do you feel how ready you are for me?” he asks in a breath, “The body tells all secrets.”

You clench around him again, feeling him drop down to his elbows next to your head. His lips find yours, hot and wanting as they move against yours, his tongue darting out to taste you. His hips slowly start to move, pulling out of you before pressing quickly back in. 

You feel full, just as he promised, your body successfully adjusting to every last inch he presented you with. Your arms circle around his waist as he brings a hand down to your knee, hooking it through his arm. He pulls your leg to circle his waist, giving him more access to reach you deeper. 

“Your body was made for me,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “It responds to me as if it knows me. As if this was always meant to be between the two of us.”

You whine as his pillowy tip grazes deep inside you, your head falling back in ecstasy. His hand grips into your ass, pulling you in closer as his thrusts become quicker. You can feel his hot breath against your face, the evidence of his exertion tangible against your skin. Your hand slides back around his front, feeling the ripple of his abdomen as his muscles contract with every press of his hips. 

You can feel it, the hot glowing light in your stomach starting to grow, the pleasure building and growing as this beautiful man leads you to yet another orgasm. Before tonight you never thought it possible to cum as many times as you had. You’d never cum from the sound of someone’s voice, and you didn’t know if you’d ever have the pleasure of experiencing that again. You weren’t sure where this man came from, but you knew you were in no hurry to end this experience. 

“Josh, I’m–”

“I can feel you, baby, I can feel you around me. Your energy is flowing and pulling me under with you,” he pants, his hips never relenting on their pace. 

“Cum with me,” you breathe, wishing you could see the look on his face, knowing it was twisting and turning in complete ecstasy. 

“Oh, sweetheart, oh I’m so close…You feel too good, this is too good, you are too good…”

You roll your hips up to meet his thrusts, feeling his hand move to cup at your chest, letting his fingers roll your nipple between them. You cry out in pleasure, your body arching into his even further. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he whines, his cock jumping inside of you. 

“Now Josh,” you urge, feeling your orgasm starting to pierce through you. 

You feel him let go inside of you, hot and deep as he holds your body firmly against his. The sounds that left his lips were low and guttural, his lips resting on your shoulder as he pressed kisses to your skin. You felt him collapse on top of you, rolling you to your side as he pulled out of you. 

You immediately missed the fullness of him inside you and the warmth that accompanied it. You felt his hand drift softly to the dip of your hip resting gently there as he pulled himself closer to you. It had all but slipped your mind that you were still blindfolded, but at this point you were committed, and wanted to see how far he would take it. 

You felt his lips meet yours, a soft gentle kiss that had you begging for more as he pulled away. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You felt a blush cross your cheeks, suddenly feeling like putty in his hands. 

His fingers moved to trace the features of your face, “That was…everything…That was love and light and everything beautiful…”

Love and light, you’d heard that before, as if it was ingrained in your mind. 

Love and light…

Love and–

Suddenly, it clicked. 

You ripped the blindfold off of your head, your eyes blurry and having a hard time adjusting to the light in the room, finding the picture of a blissed out Josh laying next to you.

“You,” you breathe.

His eyes widen as he watches you sit upright on the bed, your breath still heavy, your body still quivering from the aftershocks. It took him a moment to realize the blindfold was gone, but when he did, he knew that you had figured out his little secret.

“Hi beautiful,” he breathed, pushing himself up to meet your gaze. 

“It’s– Oh my god, it’s you,” you stammer.

He slowly let his focus shift from your pleasure to you, your own surprise and realization pulling his gaze up to your face. You were staring at him in disbelief, the pieces starting to come together in your mind. He knew that there was no going back now. He slowly smiled, a small chuckle escaping him as he met your eyes, seeing you realize that he was the one and only Unknown Nightingale.

“You catch on quick,” he teased.

“Josh…This whole time?” you breathe. 

“Yeah,” he admitted, “Yeah, it’s me, baby.”

You immediately start to look around the room, wondering if you were dreaming or having some sort of psychotic break, but when you spot the leather chair at his desk, and the camera in front of it, you know it must be true. The room is glowing orange, and the art hanging on the wall behind you is the final piece of the puzzle. 

He was still looking at you, watching your mind work as you looked around the room, taking in all the small details that were so familiar to you. Things that you had seen almost nightly for the past who-knows how long.

“I see your beautiful brain working,” he breathed, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Just breathe. It’s alright,” he says, placing his hand on your jaw. “Does it make sense now?”

“It does, oh my god…I– Oh my god… Look at you…” you say, rubbing your fingers over his lips. The lips you’ve stared at for a year. The lips you dreamed of kissing. The lips that just devoured you completely for the last hour. 

Of course it’s him. “Your face…I can see your face… Josh…You’re so– beautiful…”

He couldn’t help the way his cheeks redden as you ran your fingers over his lips, gently tracing over them, exploring them, just like he had caressed your body, your skin. No one had ever looked at him like this, touched him this way. He felt his heart flutter as you spoke, his chest feeling full, his emotions suddenly getting the better of him.

“So are you, baby,” he whispered, his eyes tracing over your features, taking in every single curve and angle of your face. “So are you…”

“This is why you wouldn’t talk about your job…” you say, trying to fit more pieces together. 

“Well, not exactly,” he pauses, “That’s not my job, that’s just a hobby. I have a real job, and I do it with Jake, my brother you met tonight, and my other two brothers.”

“I’m so confused,” you admit, still in complete shock that the man you have listened to every night for a year, is in bed with you at this exact moment. 

“Conversation for later,” he says, finally feeling a weight off of his chest that you finally knew about this part of him. 

“All night I just had this feeling I knew you, but I knew I didn't. There was just something about you... I couldn't put my finger on it. But now, looking at you, hearing you speak. It's clear as day. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out.”

He moves himself onto his side, laying on the bed next to you, but pulling you with him. He wants you close to him, he wants your body next to his, wanting to feel your touch as much as he wanted to touch you.

“I thought you might figure it out…I didn’t think it would be that easy though. You’re a smart girl, it was only a matter of time before you put it together,” he chuckled.

“Would you have told me…If I didn’t figure it out?” you ask.

As he lays beside you, his arm wraps over your waist, pulling you against his chest to snuggle up close. He lets the back of his fingers rest on your thigh, feeling the goosebumps that are still slowly starting to recede from his touch.

“I would have told you,” he admits in a quiet whisper. “At some point. I guess maybe I wanted you to figure it out yourself. Because when you did… I wanted to see this.”

“I’m kind of embarrassed now, that I was practically gushing over you while we were at the bar…”

He pulled you even closer against his chest, his hand finding your hip, holding you tight while he whispered. “Why would you be embarrassed, baby? I thought it was cute…”

“Because, I was even kind of ragging on you for not uploading consistently, oh my god this is awful…” you said, burying your face into his neck. “Josh, why didn’t you tell me right then…” you whine.

He chuckled as you hid your face into his neck, his hand moving up to rest on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “Had I known you were waiting I would have tried a little harder. I know people watch them, but I didn't know you were watching.”

“I almost sent you a message once. At the end of all of your videos you say to reach out and let you know what we think, blah blah, well, I almost did once, but I chickened out.”

He smiled, picturing you sitting at your laptop, typing a message to him about how his video helped you fall asleep, about how his voice was like a soothing balm on your brain. How you couldn’t get enough so you always found yourself watching several.

“Why did you chicken out?” he asked, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“I didn’t want to be one of those people, ya know? The ‘oh your videos help me so much, you changed my life’, all that…It’s a lot especially when it's your entire inbox.”

He chuckled, he understood what you were saying, he really did. But he couldn’t imagine a single thing he would have rather than you telling him exactly that. He nuzzled into your hair even further, breathing in the scent of you, feeling the beat of your heart against his chest as he spoke. 

“You would have been a very, very welcome message, baby.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked, turning to face him. 

“Of course.”

“Tonight, right before I came to the bar I was in bed…I had just watched the video you posted tonight, and was already falling asleep…It was so good, so perfect…Exactly what I needed. Then Evie texted and well…” you giggle.

He wrapped his arm around you a little tighter as you giggled, pulling you closer to his body. “And I spilled my drink on you…” he laughs, “So the last thought in your pretty little head was me?” he teased.

“Your lips, but, yes…” you laughed.

“Truth be told, after I posted that I almost didn't go out. I was tired but Jake begged me.”

“Does he know?” you ask. 

He shook his head, “No...I didn't want anyone to know. It’s why I never show my face. No one knows, only you, now.”

“I won't tell, I promise.”

“I know you won't,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair, letting the long strands fall between his digits.

“It feels like I've known you forever,” you confess. 

He hums quietly, breathing in the scent of you, of your hair. “In a way, you know me better than anyone else. You know about a part of me that no one else knows.”

“I can't believe you spilled your drink on me. Best luck of my life.”

He chuckled softly, smiling against your hair as he thought back on the moment he had met you. “Really we should thank Jake for running into me,” he teased. “I’m kind of glad it happened now, though.”

He nuzzled against your head, breathing in the feeling of your hair against his face, the closeness of your body to his. He ran his fingers gently along your arm, his hand wandering down to your hip, pulling you as close as he could to his body.

“Promise me one thing,” he breathed out.

“What's that…”

He runs his fingers along your hip again, tracing up and down your body as he speaks. “Don’t watch my videos anymore. Come to me, instead. Be with me. I don’t want you watching me, home all alone, wanting me…I want you to come to me, baby.”

“But I like your videos…”

He chuckled at your response, knowing that you didn’t agree and you didn’t want to stop watching him but he didn’t care. He wanted you to come to him, he wanted to be the one to take care of you, to soothe you.

“I know you do,” he whispered into your hair as he continued to run his fingers up and down your body. “But now you can have the real thing whenever you want…”

“And it will be just like the videos?” you ask. 

He laughs softly, “It will be so much better,” he whispers, his hand beginning to move from your hip back up your body. “I can promise that it’s much better when it’s real…When I can touch you…”

“I'll admit that hearing your voice in person, feeling your touch…” you pause, “It feels right.”

“That’s because it is,” he breathed, “Right as rain, baby.”

“So then answer this at least…”

He raised a brow at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Where do you go off to when you don’t upload for months at a time?” you ask, nervous to hear his answer. 

He felt you grow a little uneasy in his arms, nervous to hear the truth. “Well, I go on tour,” he admitted quietly, “When I disappear for a while…It’s because of tour.”

“Tour?” you repeat, “Like– like a band tour?”

He nodded quietly, “That’s right…” he whispered, “I’m not a full-time Youtuber, baby…That’s just a hobby. I sing in a band. A very well traveled band.”

“You sing…” you whisper. Of course he sings. Everything suddenly made so much more sense. 

He nods, knowing everything was starting to click into place, that the pieces of the puzzles that were missing were finally coming together. 

“I sing,” he confirmed as he ran his fingers over your body, “And we tour. A lot. That’s where I go when I disappear for a while…It’s not that I don’t want to upload, it’s that I can’t while we’re gone.”

He felt you suddenly get quiet, taking in this brand new information, learning something about him that no one else knew, something that he had kept from you. He traced his fingers over your form, feeling the way your body pressed against him, the way your skin felt under his touch.

“Say something, baby…” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “You’re making me nervous.”

“I– You– This is just a lot to process…”

“I know, and get it. That’s why I didn’t tell you that initially. I was always going to, just…when the time was right.” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I was having too much fun with you. It felt nice to feel normal for a night.”

You smile and look at him, staring deep into his brown eyes, “Josh you are anything but normal.”

He chuckled softly, you were absolutely right on that one, he wasn’t normal in the slightest. He was a musician, and a Youtuber, a man with a double life that he had kept hidden from you and everyone else. He was famous, recognized in public, and had adoring fans at every turn. He was nowhere near normal, and he could acknowledge that, but tonight he was just Josh.

“I know, but tonight I could just be me. Just a guy that spilled his drink on a beautiful woman, and was lucky enough to have everything in common with her,” he grinned. “We can figure everything out…I’ll explain everything tomorrow, but for now, just close your eyes…Listen to my voice…It’s time to sleep.”

You let your eyes flutter closed as he began to guide you into sleep, the sound of his soft voice echoing through his chest as you listened to his slow and steady heart beat. He was right, it was better in real life, feeling his touch and his warmth against you.

Things would never be the same and you found yourself wondering how you would ever go back to how it was before, or if you would ever even need to.

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[flametrashiraarchive]

Omggggg your Douma head cannons are EVERYTHING!!

I NEED MORE! Head cannons or anything you wanna do are fantastic.

Ofc if you don’t want to that’s totally fine. I love you and your work so much!

Have a great day/night <3

Absolutely yes. I will never ever pass up a chance to write about Douma. Also, this gives me the chance to write about topping him 🤭

NSFW under the cut and also a link to an asmr video on prnhb. Minors absolutely do not interact I stg.

Douma NSFW headcanons- part 4.

After the upper moon meeting and once Douma's sermon was over, he was troubled.

He felt completely out of sorts.

He'd found himself shoved out of conversations, he'd lost half his head on two separate occasions, and was denied the chance to join Gyokko and Hantengu on their mission.

And worst of all, Muzan was disappointed in him.

He sat on his cushion and pouted until you finally came looking for him.

Wrapped his arms around your thighs and just buried his face in your tummy and relayed what happened.

"My poor demon lord," you cooed, petting his hair. "What would make you happy right now? Is there something I can do to salvage your evening?"

His mood did a complete 180

"Oh well, if you insist on making me happy I do have an idea..."

(For no-penis havers) He'd bought you a strap made with the finest materials and presented it to you gleefully.

"I want you to destroy me, my pet. Make me scream."

He'd also bought lubricating oils although he insisted you didn't have to worry about hurting him. He can regenerate after all.

Good lord does this man love being dominated by you.

Loves how you look with your cock standing firm just for him.

"Look at you, my pretty little thing. Mm... is that all for me?"

He is the whiniest, most vocal bottom ever. (Headphones/ privacy recommended- ASMR here)

The whole temple can hear him. He does not give a fuck.

Pull his hair.

Tell him he's a good boy

Tell him to turn over so he's on his back

Play with his tits

He can't help but jerk his cock as you pound him.

Cums buckets. Loudly.

Shoots his load all over both of you.

(For penis-havers) wants you to shoot your load on him too.

(For pussy-havers) After he cums he'll have you sit on his face so you can ride his tongue. He loves how out of control you get, how you can barely stay upright as he devours you from beneath. Loves the view from below you, his rainbow-colored eyes wide and eager as he sucks and licks your clit.

When you're both satisfied and fucked out he lies there watching you doze off with his arms around you.

"You belong to me forever, don't you?"

He feels so safe with you; he's understood for the first time.

Yes, of course you find him beautiful, but in a real sense, not as an idol or a connection to deities.

You love Douma because he's Douma, and that means everything to him

Finds himself tearing up as you fall asleep.

Real tears for the first time in his life.

Real trust. Real love. Real happiness.

All because of you.

[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 7

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show so far!!

Not this show starting off with a mistaken identity trip!! Lol Jimin saying that he only went snowboarding once before and it was with JK. And JK was so confused. You could see him searching the files in his brain lmfao. Jimin's oh wait! I went with your friends 😂😂 okay, just hanging out with JKs friends on your own? It's giving couple. I can't lie. I'm sorry. What in the best friend?! 😂😂 I loved the facial expressions and the way Jimin buried his face into Jungkookie there too

Jimin listening to hate you. And JKs why are you listening to that? Jimin: because I like it 😳 lmao I agree Jimin, it was abrupt 😂😂

Their appreciation for their crew is 😍😍

Jk dozing off to Jimin's softly singing. It's giving the same vibes as that one run episode that he dozed off to Jimin's ASMR. Idk what that's giving exactly.... But it's giving *something* and you know what it is

"this is our last moment of relaxation. I love it" 😭

Not JK just chopping at his hair like that. Oh baby lol don't look at me like this is my fault!! It's okay, fucking up your hair and needing to make it much shorter than originally planned is a life right of passage lol

Not JKs haircut transporting Jimin back in time 10 years 😂😂😂

The staff giggling and immediately taking photos 😂 BTS are their babies lol

Jimin hurting himself and shouting oh shit 😂😂 the subtitles trying to sensor him without bleeping his actual words 😂🤣 subtitles should be accurate above all else people! Cmon! Lol

Jimin moaning and groaning while transferring tubs, sitting on the edge, etc and JK just looks like he is enjoying the show the whole time. There is so much ass on display in the shorts they are wearing in this whole scene. Where is the decorum?! Lol!

Turning off the cameras to shower together before the Jacuzzi. Very innocent, but sounds like it could be so not 🤣😂

JKs faces when trying to handle to cold tub 😂😂

"feel how cold I am" better translated to "just hug me once" and the immediate hug and the hand placement to feel the cold? Yeah okay 🤣

Anyone remember the emojis over the barest slips of tummy during anything? Now they are showing them wash themselves and rub their own muscles in a cold tub and show off flexing to the camera. What the fuck Hybe 🤣🤣🤣

Soundproof Sauna to their matching PJs and eating a whole feast 🥰

The way they giggle together is my favorite thing

JK watching Jimin making his this crab is so good video so endeared 🥰😂😍

Jimin insisted on JK trying the shrimp too because it was so amazing instead of eating the last of the shrimp even though he loved it so much. And JK sharing half his urchin with Jimin because it was so yummy. Cute. They are so precious to each other

Jimin wants seconds, JK says it's a bad idea. They order seconds 😂😂😂

I both love and hate watching them eat. Because I think watching people eat is gross and I stand by that. Lol but they love it so much and look so happy, I also just enjoy seeing them enjoy themselves. It's a complicated mix of emotions I experience 😂

The trend continues of brushing their teeth together. Jimin, the mischief maker, kicks JK during their teeth brushing?? Lol and takes a selfie of them too. Share it please?

"I'm going to pass out after this, especially if we get massages" JK " we are getting massages?!" No lmfao you silly goose, that was 100% Jimin hinting at wanting a massage 😂🤣😂🤣

Not them being super sleepy, yet still annoying each other on purpose by flashing lights at each other 😂

Jimin asking JK if he is too hot, probably knowing already he gets too hot at night. But instead of changing the temperature when he did wake up too hot, knowing Jimin was comfy with how it was, JK just moved to the living room. And Jimin waking him up by so softly petting his head 🥺🥺🥺

Are they advertising sunscreen? Lol it worked. I wanted to go get some 😂😂

Jimin fighting for his LIFE in the shower. Wtf was happening?!! Lmao and JK finishing up his breakfast before going into the bathroom to shower while Jimin was still in the shower it sounded like. Lol ALRIGHT. Hope you both enjoyed said shower I guess 😅😂🤣

Why are we play fighting while getting dressed boys?! Lmao

Jimin starting a pretend photoshoot with the ski jacket and gear. Absolutely, yes please

Jimin is such a good boyfriend bringing JKs jacket back out to him

Jimin just enjoying sitting in the car while JK goes in to order 😂😂 good for him! JK telling him he only ordered food for himself and none for Jimin, only to say "here is our food" when it arrived 😂 what a jokester lol

Jimin feeding Jungkook while he is driving 🥺

Jimin joking about an AYS OST. Please please please give it to us though for real

Singing random love songs for a game! Where JK interrupted Jimin singing the line "the person I love is gone" to sing "I love you" three times lol okay got it

The way JK always stops to just stare at Jimin until he gets his reaction to whatever he is doing or wearing is always so cute. Especially because he always smiles so cutely after Jimin gives him his desired compliment 💜❤️

JK adjusting Jimin's googles for him 🥺

The way that JK checks in on Jimin first to make sure he is actually okay before teasing him about being scared lol it's sweet and cute

The hysterical cut of JK shredding down the slope to Jimin laying in the snow 😂😂😂😂 Jimin and his staff member literally falling over each other 🤣🤣🤣 I'm dying lmao!

Jimin ditching his helmet with how often he falls is stressing me out lmfao he looks gorgeous though!

Skiing would be fun too he says, turning to Jimin with a hopefully sparkle in his eyes that he knows Jimin can't say no to. Camera cuts to them on skis 😂 JK, I love and adore you. Never change

Wrap up thoughts:

They showered/bathed together 3 times in one episode and thats insane. Lmao whatever guys 😂 this was just an excellent episode showcasing their closeness, their intimacy, their silliness, their individuality and their soft spoken nature with each other. It showed the way they consistently consider each other, what the other wants and needs. I don't think I have anything to expand on from what I've already said above. I really loved this episode. Fully plan on the last episode making me cry.

All purple links in my post go back to @dstdes with video clips of the moment being talked about. I did use a few twitter clips as well, sorry. Thanks for reading!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Aesop's Birthday Gift Is You

I love you grey little mouse!

Rated: Mature | Warnings: none is horny and sweet

Embalmer's room fits his job description and personality, or preference is a better word for it. Everything here is for his craft with a basic small bed by a dark corner to the side wall. Aesop is content, so long as he can work and keep to himself in peace, he is content.

“Happy Valentine's Day, (Name).” He gifted the flowers to you after your impactful words, words he did not expect any living person to care about his work. Your outlook and input are something he did not find many from his time who cares about his profession…

Then you came along like the sunrise upon a grave, another morning shining on all even those who passed. Aesop found you are the sun, blinding and inescapable, warm, and something he did not realize how much he wanted. The Embalmer knows he is… Not the typical partner, the ones he has read in books or seen like Ada and Emil— He is grateful you love him so much, adjusting for his comfort.

You are the sun and he is the earth.

Aesop is limited in how intimate he can be with you (you refuse to say he is limited, you tell him this often and happily take what he gives). He wants to give more, give those things lovers give each other. Aesop appreciates it, appreciates you, it however does not stop him from wanting you to experience his touch without crossing his limits.

Then he found a way! Something you can appreciate and something that satisfies his desire for you.

“Aesop Carl.” You say out loud, “Aesop Carl.” You sound adored right now to him. He puts back the syringe that he used to inject the anesthesia, a slow-acting one to give him time with you.

With glossy eyes currently looking up at the ceiling, “Aesop,” This time saying his first name quickly. “Carl.” Now slowly saying his last name.

Affectionately he adjusts his position to fix the blanket over your body, “Is something the matter?” Checking on you as he stands above the coffin you are lying in.

It is going to be very hard to explain why you are in an open coffin and not dead.

First, this coffin is not the usual coffins Aesop uses for those to be buried, this coffin glows!— Well, it supposedly does more than that from what Hippocampus told you.

Two, part of what one was getting into is that you were asked by Aesop— Hippocampus, an alternate reality version of Aesop (the logistics of that statement is not something you are going to try to understand or explain. Just accept it with this wacky manor)— To sleep in the dream coffin.

“I want your last name.” You saw as waves sooth you, “So pretty.” Blunt, you are very blunt about love, “Aesop…”

“Shh,” You are talking nonsense, “Don't fight it,” The Embalmer's gloved hand touching your cheek, “Go on, I will watch over you.” He means that too.

Anytime he used drugs or toys on you, he made sure to always be mindful of what you could or could not take.

You see him then the world fades away to darkness.

Hippocampus

When you wake up— No, you still are dreaming! You know you are because everything is different! There you stand in the coffin, the coffin disappearing into the water you are standing on. The realm, like some dungeons and dragons scene with the warlock's patron, is dreamlike! The crescent moon high in the sky is surrounded by nebulae and stars! The water ripples making a soothing sound like in those ASMR sleeping meditation videos.

Beautiful and peaceful.

Then you see him.

He looks like the costume you have seen Aesop wear a few times, Hippocampus is what it is called. The figure is—

“Aesop, you're huge!” Shouting in this dream void getting his attention from his drowsy state. He is lying down as eyes lock on you.

“My dreamer,” He yawns, “I am glad to see you.” A sleepy smile on his handsome face, “So he dreams about you in this way.”

“Huh?” You did not look at yourself and when you did look down at your reflection in the water, “AH!” Pulling down his shirt as you are only in your underlings and the Embalmer top he always wears.

Hippocampus chuckles, “Cute.” Though he wears a mask, you know he is smiling gently at you. “No need to be ashamed, I am him and this dream is created for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, his gift is to express his love for you.” His hand moved towards you and a finger used to rub your cheek, “Our joy, like a shooting star.”

You are bashful, smiling wide and looking away, “Aesop…”

“There are many ways he wishes to give you our gift. You need only to accept.”

“Just accept… But it's his birthday!”

“We are aware. You are the greatest gift in our lives, my dreamer. To give you this, will give us joy.”

It is sweet to know Aesop loves you, he does not always say it but he tries. You are happy with him, in love with him, and glad to know his other selves like you too.

“Dreamer, we offer you a piece of us each.” Speaking once more, “For the love you show Aesop, we only ask this of you to share it with us.”

“Can you tell me who us is?”

“You shall see.” The world becomes hazy and you stumble backward into a coffin before falling asleep again.

Trickster

This one is called Trickster, he is from a world being taken over by something called the Abyss. Apparently, in that world, you were corrupted by the Abyss. Isolating yourself as you created creatures made from the Abyss. You, the one who is only trapped in a manor, is the closest he has seen to the one he loves.

Trickster is a bit emotional, needing to touch your hand or kiss you— A lot of kissing as you are you but not you from this world, not that matters as you give back the affection he needs badly. You hold him, keeping him in your arms as his mouth wanders from your lips to your neck.

Aesop, this Aesop is not like yours, lives up to his codename. Loving you as he does for the other you while also teasing you too. Keeping you breathless from giggling as he tickles you.

He wants your smile, your laugh, your gasps, and your moans fresh in his mind. He will keep this memory of you, the Abyss will not take that away from him.

The naked lover in his arms who says his name in the sweetest way he recalls before that thing took you, this is you, the one he needs to separate from the horror he saw.

“I love you.” Saying to you as if he has to let you go, “I'm sure he does too.” He does have to let you go, the other you is not the same as you… They are tainted, the one he loved died a long time ago.

“It is nice to know in another world you and I still find one another.”

His smile is sad as you fall asleep.

Watchman

When you wake up to this Aesop, you are pretty sure of two things: there are people around the covered bed (one of those fancy beds with curtains around it types) and you are naked. Naked with markings on you. You should ask what the hell is going on, you should not just be letting him worship you, again you are very weak for Aesop.

One with dragon scales is really hot to you.

You moan, and your body feels like more hands are touching you as he whispers strange words on your skin. This is like some Dungeons and Dragons sex tape thing that is doing wonders for you as the moment his mouth is on your intimate part, you are gone! Not to say you are certainly going to be confused about this experience, but you will say the cult dragon thing vibes are having you cum faster than you expected too. Also, you realize the marks and seed left on and in you are gone! It is like Trickster never touched you which hurts but you know why.

All of this is a dream, each Aesop is dreaming of their time with you or a version of you.

You are glad when you feel him inside of you, glad when speaks to you though you understand nothing he is saying. He is not much of a kisser, he kisses like he going to eat you but stops as if realizing he cannot do that. Rough until you show him how to move, his nails are sharp like claws and threaten to cut skin, you biting the scales on his neck gets him going. Oh, and you bite and scratch his back as he moves inside of you, on his lap riding him as he speaks more to you but then you recognize the few words he says.

“I love you.” It is by chance that you cum with him as he tells you those words, you are grateful to cum at those words and with him. His cock buried deep within you marking you as much as he has marked your body.

“Aesop,” You feel tired, “Aesop.”

He shushed you and you realize he is purring and he is warm, you hate how comforting as he rubs your sore thigh while kissing your shoulder apologetically for his bites break skin several times.

The damn you pass out again and with no way to ask what the hell happened outside of semi-dragon sex.

Exorcist

“Welcome, (Name).”

You rub your eyes, blink a few times, then yawn, “Huh? Oh.” Waking up a bit to the smell of warm tea and the sound of wind passing through trees and grass, “This isn’t a bed.” Surprised to see yourself sitting at the tea table at… Night? The crescent moon is high in the sky and the garden is illuminated by lanterns.

“No, my apologies if you were expecting another Aesop to take you.” He is currently pouring himself a cup of tea, “I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet in my world.”

“Then how do you know me?” Examining the teacup he must have made you while you were phasing in? You are not going to think of the logic of that question/statement.

“I have met you but not in the others have,” Looking at you, studying you, “We have crossed paths in the form of combat.”

Right, because Exorcist is a vampire meaning… “Am I a vampire hunter!?” Excited.

“You are. One working with the church currently trying to find the Embrace.”

“Embrace… That must be like your vampire god, right?”

“In a form yes. Very observant.”

“I guess, I used to play a game where the Embrace was how vampires described their turning and their ‘father’ was Cain or something.” Shrugging, “I don’t understand why you would want to meet someone you do not know uh intimately.”

“Because you, the hunter, have plagued my thoughts night and day.”

You drink your tea has you make a ‘hm’ sound with a bit of a giggle coming from your throat. Those red eyes, his grey eyes with a red tint to them in the center, are studying you. Following how you swallow your tea carefully, then your hands.

“Aesop, please, either kiss me or wake me up this activating a lot of feelings.”

He places his elbows on the table as his hands make a bridge for him to rest his chin on, “Oh?” As if he fucking knows! “Does my other self often stare?”

“Yes, mostly at my face though.” He is an Emblamer so it makes sense he wants to memorize your face within his mind.

“Understandably, you are a sight to see.”

Oh, you definitely giggled which made him laugh at the sweetness of it. You both talked more, mostly him listening to you talking about random things.

When you started to yawn, he took your hand, your left hand, rubbing the place where a ring would be on your ring finger. “Such a lovely creature you are, (Name). Like the sun.”

You close your eyes with a smile on your face.

You open your eyes to Aesop, your grey mouse, checking your vital then falling forward when you snatch him into your arms pulling him into the coffin as you kiss his face a million times.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 2/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

Part 1 & 2-> [Here]

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After finishing the bedroom arrangement, comes a rare night of good sleep.

Upon waking up, sunlight filters through the blinds, dancing across the room. Lucien is dressed in plain cashmere pajamas, reading reports by my side.

Seeing me wake up, he sets down his pen and reaches out to hug me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not going back to sleep anymore?

His pajamas is a bit cold, so I shift closer from under the covers to wrap us both in a blanket.

MC: Mmm, I've had enough sleep already.

I nuzzle my head into his embrace, my chin resting on his shoulder, rubbing against his small warm patch of skin.

MC: It's a bit chilly, last night seemed much warmer than now.

Lucien wraps his arm around my waist, freeing the messy hair that had been pressed beneath my shoulders while I was sleeping.

Lucien: There was a power outage in the early morning, the heating system was interrupted for a few hours.

I sit up groggily, reaching for my phone at the bedside, only to realize it had run out of battery last night and was already powered off.

Lucien hands me his phone, with a single-digit battery percentage remaining, displaying a power outage notification sent by the organizers late at night.

MC: "Temporary Notice: Power maintenance in the town. Estimated power outage from 5:00 to 12:00. Please make necessary preparations."

MC: Who can be prepared for this!

Subconsciously, I furrow my brow and mutter a complaint, but I immediately stop myself.

Yesterday, I promised to convey more positive emotions to Lucien. I can't ruin it now!

MC: Let it be, if there's a power outage, then so be it.

I flop onto the bed, then with a sudden inspiration, I lean over to rest on Lucien's shoulder and flash him a smile.

MC: Consultant Lucien, do you think the power outage is also arranged by the organizers, just like the "bedroom makeover"?

Lucien doesn't rush to answer. His fingertips touch the corner of my smiling mouth, tracing along the curve gently, as he murmurs softly in a low voice.

Lucien: [whispers softly] I adore the way your lips curve into a smile right now.

MC: Hehe, if Consultant Lucien could divulge a bit of insider information about this experiment, maybe I'd be even happier!

Lucien smiles noncommittally as he wraps his arm around my waist and lies down face to face with me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Unfortunately, I'm now a participant who's as clueless as you, Miss Experimental Subject.

MC: [doubtful] Hm? Really…

Considering the fox in front of me repeatedly pretended to be clueless, I look into his eyes, trying to discern some clues.

Yet, observing his calm demeanor, I faintly sense that he indeed hasn't displayed exceptional acting skills in this matter.

I turn my head slightly, then smoothly lie down against his chest, idly playing with the buttons on his cuff.

MC: What do you think we can do to pass the time?

I pout and look at Lucien, who has been watching me intently, his eyes filled with subtle amusement.

As our eyes meet, my desire to lazily lie in the arms of the one I love this morning outweighs all other thoughts.

So, I nuzzle against his chest, snuggling up to his familiar body temperature.

MC: I've got it, let's just enjoy the morning like this~ You can keep reading your report, and I'll just keep lying here in your arms.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds scatters upon us, casting a gentle honey hue on Lucien's irises.

Lucien: Okay.

He props a pillow behind my head, adjusting me to a more comfortable position against him.

The light is dim, peacefulness fills the air, and only Lucien's rustling of papers can be heard as he reads the report.

Last night, I washed and dried the newly bought bedding before going to bed. Since I didn't have fabric softener, I added a few bottle caps of shower gel into the wash.

The scent on Lucien's body and mine should have been the same as the bedding, but everything seems to be different when it comes to Lucien.

I prop up my chin and gaze at him, then lean my head towards his shoulder, gently sniffing.

The scent of shower gel mixes with the ink from the pen, the ink from the printed paper, the aroma of new furniture wood…

All the scents are warmed by his body temperature, flowing together like a stream merging into the sea, forming the embodiment of him at this moment.

I can't help but be filled with affection. I gently nuzzle against the exposed skin along the collar of his shoulder with fondness.

Lucien flips through two reports, then reaches out to touch my hair, his gaze bearing a questioning expression.

Looking into his calm gaze, I can't help but entertain thoughts of pushing things further. With a smile playing at the corners of my mouth, I press my lips against his skin and suck gently.

Lucien: Mm?

Lucien: This lady who enjoys the morning... Are you now in the mood for breakfast?

I release my mouth from Lucien's smoothly sculpted shoulder, and a faint, moist dark red mark appears. I reach out and poke at it.

MC: I'm not hungry, you can continue reading the report.

I stuff the report back into Lucien's hand. His eyes seem to have become a bit more moist, and his gaze slowly shifts to the spot where I had just sucked, then back to the report.

I obediently wait for a while, making sure Lucien's attention is on the report. Then, I press my lips against his skin again.

Starting from the dark red mark just now, I gently peck and trail kisses, tenderly gliding towards the two curved collarbones hidden beneath his collar.

The skin beneath my lips trembles for a moment, then quickly returns to calm. I raise my head to observe Lucien, whose eyes are still fixed on the paper.

I suppress the smile at the corners of my mouth and continue my attack towards the next spot.

My lips pass through the tightly buttoned lapel, landing on the side of his waist. My tongue gently swirls around, leaving a shiny, wet mark.

I part my lips and nibble on this "territory", leaving a faint red mark behind.

Lucien: [grunts sexily]…!

I’m like the greedy serpent in the Garden of Eden, having taken a bite of every apple, yet still insatiable as I look for ‘food’ everywhere.

Until Lucien puts down the report in his hand.

He grabs my restless hands on him with one hand, pinning them above my head, and gazes calmly at me with an inquisitive look.

Under his gaze, I show no sign of "repentance", and instead I chin up defiantly.

MC: Have you finished reading the report?

Lucien: Not yet.

MC: Then, will you continue reading?

He gently tilts my chin back, wordlessly locking eyes with me, his gaze deep and enigmatic.

The air in the room seems to have become humid imperceptibly, and the next moment, a scorching breath falls on my neck.

Lucien: [whispers] It seems studying my reactions is what makes you happy this morning.

He's very close to me, and the hot, moist flow of breath from his lips as he speaks brushes against the skin on my neck, causing me to shiver instinctively.

The murmurs from his lips at my neck quietly shift to my ear, tinged with a husky chuckle.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] To make this lady even happier, why not take it a step further?

After speaking, Lucien lifts the blanket, his shirt in disarray, with traces of my actions visible all over his skin.

Like water droplets splashing on white silk, a few scattered red marks slowly spread on Lucien's body, staining the surrounding skin around them with a crimson hue.

The smile I've been suppressing spills over my lips.

MC: Then, I'm in charge now.

I dodge Lucien's hand, which is about to pull me into his arms, and roll over to reach for the pen lying on the nearby report.

Lucien lets me undo the disheveled buttons. As the sunlight filters through the blinds, it becomes thinner, casting stripes of light onto us.

I take out the pen that I've been holding in my hand, its cold and smooth body gliding leisurely over the patches of light and shadow on his body.

As I pass over those conspicuous red marks, I deliberately press and twist the pen body as if sealing and stamping them down.

MC: With me doing this... how does it make you feel?

Lucien looks at me, his eyes filled with a smile that conveys his ease.

Lucien: [hoarsely] I like everything you do on my body.

MC: Uh-huh, wrong answer, not that one.

I twirl the pen in my hand, using the end that hasn't been warmed by body heat, lightly tapping his chest as if writing.

The icy touch noticeably catches Lucien off guard, causing his muscles to tense for a moment, and a light exhale escapes from his throat.

Lucien: [exhales sharply]…..

He looks up at me, the sunlight casts a narrow beam of light on his face below his nose, while his eyes, shrouded in shadow, appear even deeper and more profound.

MC: Do you have any new thoughts now?

Lucien: I'm thinking about your technique, it's like stirring flowers and plants…

Lucien: Gently stroking the branch, unfurling the petals and leaves…

Lucien reaches out, covering my hand holding the pen, his fingertips slipping into the gaps where a thin layer of sweat has formed, lightly clasping.

MC: [smiling and blushing] Mm~ still not quite right.

My lips linger on his hand for a moment, gently taking his fingertips into my mouth.

MC: I don't want your carefully crafted response…

Lucien's gaze momentarily freezes, and then his slender fingers curl, grazing over my tongue.

The small stimulation causes an involuntary moan to escape me. I struggle to contain the desire to completely indulge in it and release his fingers from my mouth.

MC: You... you haven't told me... what your body's senses are telling you yet.

I seem to have lost patience as well, so I swap the pen with my fingertips, letting my hands roam all over him.

The prolonged tension in his muscles causes fine beads of sweat to appear on Lucien's body. I'm using my fingertips to trace circles on the sweats, gazing at him intently.

A hint of confusion and hesitation crosses his face, yet he remains composed.

Lucien: Your fingers are a bit cold…

Lucien: The places covered by the blanket are warm, but my exposed skin feels a bit cold because of the air seeping in through the window crack…

I let out a satisfied sigh, as a stray strand of hair is brushed away by a slender hand. There seems to be an undercurrent of emotions in his eyes as he silently watches me.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Miss, what else would you like to guide me to say?

MC: I think…

Before I could finish my sentence, my waist is suddenly gripped tightly, and the world spins before my eyes as Lucien flips over, and pins me down beneath him.

Lucien: [whispers] You've been thinking for too long. So, next, let me be the greedy guide, okay?

My lips are pressed down slightly firmly, and between our intertwining breaths, the joy I've been suppressing surges up like a tide.

I no longer endure the soft moans at my lips, allowing my senses to indulge in experiencing every inch of pleasure.

MC: Mmh…

Lucien: [chuckles and kisses wetly] I think…. the guidance just now wasn't complete. I can make it more thorough.

His lips fall down again, and a slight pain makes my whole body tremble involuntarily.

Lucien: [bites and kisses gently] From here…

He raises his body upwards, his tongue and breath engulfing everything. And in that moment as our bodies merge, I hear him whispering intimately on my lips.

Lucien: [MORE wet kiss noises] To here…

My heart is so warm that it feels like it's melting, and I'm following his guidance, looking for places that make each other feel more pleasure.

The muffled laughter blends with our breaths, while the emerald green blanket draped beneath us.

The light entering through the blinds creates an uncertain interplay of light and shadow as our bodies intertwine; the only certainty lies in the touch of the other.

It's as if we are lying in the waving grass, undulating with only each other until dusk.

(T/N: ‘waving grass’ being used as a euphemism because the green blanket making wave underneath them is genius🤪 also, dang they're really going at it 12 hours non-stop from early morning to evening; rip his unfinished works, hopefully, it doesn't cost him his sleep-)

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As the experiment schedule progresses, we gradually adapt to the occasional surprises and scares that the organizers throw our way.

Sometimes, we have to earn "laundry vouchers" through games, and just when we think there will be a bigger "surprise" the next day…

Apart from finding small gifts piled up at our doorstep, nothing else happens.

Thanks to these thrills, Lucien and I lead fulfilling daily lives in the small town.

And now, we are standing in the bustling and lively market, engulfed in the sea of people.

MC: Wow, is this fruit stuffed with dried fruit? It looks so delicious! And those sugar-filled snowballs, I've never seen them in Loveland City before!

I'm drawn to the sight of various delicacies, and when I snap out of it, my bag is almost full.

MC: Ahh, I need more bags!

Lucien's eyes are filled with my reflection, and he smiles lightly.

Lucien: If I were to give a mood scale, I'd give this little lady a very high score right now.

MC: Of course! Today is the last day of the experiment, and there won't be any more of those occasional "unexpected events"~

MC: And as a reward for all the hard work we've put in, today we can enjoy zero-cost shopping all day!

Lucien: It sounds like MC has some opinions about this experiment?

Recalling the beginning of accidentally joining the experiment and the process of various emotional experiments, I ponder for a moment.

MC: ...It's not that, but it's my first time participating in such a large-scale experiment, and I still feel like it's different from what I imagined.

MC: The organizers often arrange unexpected small activities and even give out gifts…

I recount a series of experiences from these days and come to a conclusion.

MC: Actually, it's not too far off from our initial intention of coming here for vacation~

MC: After all, isn't encountering odds and ends also part of vacation?

Lucien: From what you're saying, it sounds like optimizing the experiment model is indeed necessary.

Lucien reaches out and helps me pick up the cookies placed at the back of the stall, tossing them into the bag.

Lucien: Actually, I was involved in the original design of this experiment's model, but the model itself wasn't as interesting.

Lucien: Perhaps to increase interactivity and fun, the organizers optimized the model based on theory during its implementation.

MC: No wonder! With these "optimizations," even Professor Lucien couldn't figure out the organizers' "surprises".

The warmth of the sunlight fell on Lucien's face, warm and comforting, highlighting the smile on his face.

Lucien: [chuckles] I enjoy these 'surprises', they're worth leaving us with memories.

I raise an eyebrow, stuff an empty bag into Lucien's hands, lean in, and look up at him with a smiling face.

MC: [smiles widely] So let's create some even more special memories. Today's menu is in your hands to decide!

Lucien: Is this a test for my experimental subject, or is it a challenge for this "vacation town"?

(T/N: he called ‘cooking’ his experimental subject njddjndjndf how cute-)

MC: Perhaps it's both?

Lucien chuckles and smoothly takes the bag.

Lucien: [chuckle] It seems I can only accept the challenge.

Under the midday blue sky, the bright sun shines, and the warm aroma wafts from the food stalls, settling on Lucien as he walks around.

His consistently well-groomed hair is fuzzily tinged with light, making it fluffy and warm, giving him the appearance of a little fox going around and seeking food to store up before the winter.

We passed by various stalls, yet after half an hour, there was only one vegetable in Lucien's bag. I teasingly approached him with a bit of laughter.

MC: After wandering around for so long, how come you've only bought these lettuce leaves?

Lucien takes out the lettuce from the bag and seriously explains to me.

Lucien: [in a serious tone] This is hydroponically grown loose-leaf lettuce. The leaves are compact, and currently, it's the freshest produce I've come across.

MC: That water celery we just passed by also looked fresh, but why did you pick it up and then put it down?

Lucien: That one is soil-grown. In this season, hydroponically grown water celery has more moisture and better flavor.

MC: I didn't expect Professor Lucien to be so knowledgeable about vegetables. I thought...

Lucien seems to be amused by my comment; the corners of his lips curve into an almost proud arc.

Lucien: I just applied the experience of raising flowers and plants to vegetables, drawing parallels and adapting the approach.

Lucien turns around and walks to another vegetable store; it's also water celery, but the price has more than doubled compared to the one we saw just now.

I watch as he prepares to put other vegetables into the bag, silently choosing to avert my gaze from the price list.

MC: [sweating profusely] Ahem, it seems like we've bought enough vegetables. How about we go and get some meat?

In front of the butcher shop, the well-dressed Professor Lucien calmly speaks up.

Lucien: Boss, if we want to make dumplings, what type of meat is more suitable?

Owner: Oh, that would be the foreleg, handsome guy, this piece here is a good choice.

The owner points to a piece of meat, and before I can take a closer look, he picks up a knife and turns towards me.

Owner: How much do you want?

Caught off guard by the question, I feel a bit flustered and hurriedly think about the quantity.

MC: Less than one kg should be enough...

Owner: I'm busy right now, so I'll try to cut as few pieces as possible to avoid holding up the people behind you.

Lucien: Wait a moment, please don't cut yet. Is this foreleg meat?

Lucien suddenly speaks, leaving me a bit confused.

Owner: What do you mean? Is it not clear that I'm the one who sells meat?

Lucien takes the meat hook from the side and flips through the pork shoulder on the edge of the cutting board.

Lucien: The shoulder blade extends upward from the pig's front leg. When cutting, to make it easier, a portion of the shoulder blade meat is often cut together before further division.

Lucien: Here, there's no muscle pattern of the shoulder blade that aligns with the piece of 'foreleg meat' in your hand. Instead, it aligns with those pieces in the corner.

Lucien puts down the meat hook, smiling slightly as he squints his eyes, the curve of his lips gentle.

Lucien: There are fewer fascia in the muscles of the foreleg compared to the hind leg. I suppose the owner was too busy and accidentally took out the hind leg meat.

The owner's face turns slightly pale, quickly followed by an embarrassed smile as he hands over the genuine foreleg meat from the side, giving us a discount.

Owner: Oh, I must have been too busy! The meat looks almost the same anyway. Take it, and have a good day!

I glance at the price difference between the foreleg and hind leg meat, and can't help but let out a soft grunt.

MC: Boss, don't forget to treat yourself to a pair of glasses when you're making money!

I take the bag of meat and as I walk out, I playfully tug at Lucien's sleeve.

MC: I bet the boss thought he could take advantage of you since you don't buy groceries often.

MC: But our Professor Lucien is a genius, and the boss's sneaky little trick got ruthlessly exposed!

MC: How do you even know the difference between front leg and hind leg meat? It couldn't be some research experience, could it…

Lucien meets my curious gaze, his eyes revealing a hint of cunningness.

Lucien: In clinical experiments in neuroscience, we often deal with animal anatomy. Would you like to hear related stories?

I look at the pork in my hand and swallow.

MC: No, no need! Let's change the topic, shall we? Like... what do you think is the difference between buying groceries yourself and accompanying me to buy groceries?

Lucien ponders for a moment and quickly gives me an answer.

Lucien: The biggest difference is probably changing from an observer to a decision-maker.

Lucien: I need to think about the taste of vegetables and the texture after cooking. Whether you prefer them tender or crisp...

He sighs lightly, meeting my gaze with candidness. His brows furrow, as if analyzing some complex data.

Lucien: [sighs] ...This makes me a bit troubled.

MC: [laughs] Why does it sound like buying groceries is more challenging than conducting research for you!

I stand on my tiptoes, cup his face, and rub the furrow between his brows. Lucien chuckles.

Lucien: [chuckles] It's not really challenging, just might require a bit of courage.

Lucien: I need to personally seek out and prepare, delve into these bright, warm... sometimes a bit dangerous corners.

I can't help but chuckle softly as I help him carry some of the bags.

MC: But I really like seeing you like this!

Lucien: Mm, I also noticed that this little lady seems to really enjoy seeing my troubled look while grocery shopping today.

MC: Humph, because it's very cute and quite rare to see.

Lucien seems to have already anticipated my answer, and he winks at me.

Lucien: Have you noticed that this reaction is the opposite of the conclusions we reached about emotions a few days ago?

I pause for a moment, then quickly catch on.

MC: Right! Negative emotions are supposed to influence each other, but just now, I found you to be so cute when you seemed troubled.

MC: Maybe because I know these little troubles won't discourage you, but instead, they'll provide you with the pleasure of a challenge from another perspective~

Lucien tightens his grip on my fingers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: In this light, those somewhat "negative" emotions don't seem so terrible, do they?

Lucien: The emotional fluctuations in our day-to-day lives are just a very small part of our overall happiness.

I smile knowingly, taking his hand as we head towards home.

MC: Then I won't push myself to be a girlfriend who's happy every single moment anymore.

MC: Let me just be the girl favored by Professor Lucien~

✂———————–

—[Memory Silhouette]— Video Timestamp: [28:41]

As the New Year approaches, the supermarket is even more crowded, with shopping carts loaded with goods weaving through the aisles under the decorative lanterns hanging all around.

Lucien emerges from the bustling crowd, purposefully striding towards the sparsely populated kitchenware section.

He stops in front of a row of pots and pans, carefully examining the product descriptions. His brow furrows involuntarily, so he decides to grab a few, preparing to feel them in his hands.

Salesperson: Sir, are you choosing pots? If you have a family of three or more, I recommend this one here. If it's less than three people, the one in your right hand is good.

The salesperson, who has been idle in the kitchenware section for a while, enthusiastically approaches, launching into a sales pitch about the features of several pots.

Salesperson: This is our best-selling item in the store! It features 16 cooking modes, comes with 3 types of pots, and you can even download our app with a vast collection of recipes…

Lucien squints as he listens to the salesperson's extravagant sales pitch, glancing down at the instruction manual in his hand.

Lucien: The so-called barbecue function seems to be just designing the lid of the pot as a grill pan, which probably won't achieve the heating power needed for a true "barbecue".

Lucien: Moreover, this pot has a relatively short warranty period, and the after-sales service centers are only available in select cities nationwide…

As Lucien calmly continues his inquiry, the salesperson's expression gradually stiffens, until they are left speechless.

Lucien pauses for a moment, then smiles and speaks again.

Lucien: However, it seems my girlfriend is using the same model. Could you please help me with the installation?

The salesperson hesitates for a moment, then visibly relaxes, quickly pushing over an oversized shopping cart, which Lucien politely declines.

Lucien: I only need one pot, no need for a shopping cart.

Salesperson: Haha, alright then, please carry it yourself. By the way, it's best to use a wooden spatula with this pot, do you have one at home?

Salesperson: If your girlfriend enjoys making soup, it would be best to have a matching wooden soup ladle…

Salesperson: For boiling soup, it's best to use a dedicated anti-scald stew pot with a safety power-off feature. After all, most household accidents tend to happen in the kitchen, and this is also for the safety of your loved one…

This time, Lucien listens in silence to the salesperson's “targeted promotion”, his gaze focused. His eyes land on rows of kitchen utensils, and he raises his eyebrows a bit, making a silent selection.

Lucien: I'll choose the spatula myself.

Lucien: Please fetch the anti-scald stew pot for me, and also…

Lucien looks towards the empty shopping cart not far away and taps his knuckles against the heavy kitchen utensils.

Lucien: Could you please bring that shopping cart over here?

From the stew pot to the chef's knife and then to kitchen shears... in order to create a safe and easy-to-use kitchen environment for her, the shopping cart is now filled to more than half its capacity.

Lucien: Apart from the kitchen utensils, I also need to purchase two sets of aprons and gloves, as well as kitchen-specific cleaning supplies…

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] ...there's quite a lot to prepare.

Lucien glances at the time; it's almost been an hour. It's time to meet up with her.

Lucien: That's all, thank you.

As Lucien walks towards the checkout counter, he realizes that, for once, he's like everyone else in the supermarket, pushing a cart filled to the brim.

The level of meticulous preparation for a single cooking session is even more exaggerated than he had anticipated.

He wants to succeed, he wants the dishes to be more delicious, he wants... her to like them after tasting them.

Lucien: Falling into the trap of consumerism... is it because of this mindset?

Not far away, a familiar figure is waving at him. The closer they get, the more surprised the expression on that face becomes. Lucien can't help but laugh.

After she sees him, she will probably say that she just wanted to buy a new pot.

Part 5 & 6-> [Here]

[yuyanwrites]

Kaiser would hate asmr until he met you.

He just didn't understand the appeal of it like mouth sounds? Roleplays? Yeah no. It just wasn't for him. Had he ever listened to it before? Absolutely not. Will he ever listen to it? Not willingly, no.

The bed dipped as Kaiser shuffled in bed, turning to cuddle you when he saw you watching asmr.

"Why do you watch that?" Kaiser asked, not trying to his disapproval like always.

"Helps me sleep," you replied, too focused on the video to care.

"Weird."

From that day onwards, he'd watch you watch asmr and make some sort of comment. Finally, you had enough and forced him to watch it. He whined and clung onto you, begging you to not make him watch it. What a drama queen.

However, he ended up watching it intently. It was a typical asmr video where they did your makeup and Kaiser watched until he passed out on your couch. He was cute, so focused on the video, lips slightly parted, sleep weighing on his eyelids.

From then on, he'd watch ASMR videos before you two went to sleep. It became part of your little night time routine.

When he was away overseas, he'd text you and ask to send the link to the ASMR you watched each night he was away and he'd watch it before he went to sleep. In his mind, it made feel him feel close to you, like you were lying next to him watching it too. He let that slip one time and you called him sappy. Now, you'll never let him live that down.

A/n: idk why this popped into my head but it's been there for possibly months idk I lost track.

[nohoney]

im lit so here’s something with keigo

tw: drug use (weed), some spice and some fluff

you and your boyfriend love to get high.

you and keigo have a small cabinet dedicated to your smoking habits. little bongs, a few pipes of cool or unique designs, your stash box of course, some novelty grinders, and flavored papers for rolling. it’s funny because you guys have more things to smoke weed out of than the actual weed.

“i can’t wait to try the peach one! i hope it’s as good as the strawberries!” you express from the kitchen as you pour two glasses of pineapple juice. keigo picked up an eighth on the way home along with new flavored rolling papers to try out. you’d been stuck on the strawberry flavored ones for a bit and wanted to try something new.

keigo is carefully packing the ground up flower into his perfectly rolled cone. you were decent at it but he was definitely better so he’s the designated joint roller between the two of you. “i still really like the cookies one, those are my favorites.” he comments as he finishes up packing the flower into the cone.

coming to join him on the couch, you set down the glasses of juice onto the coffee table and watch your boyfriend finish up rolling the joint. you look at the cute design of smiley faces on the paper, a little surprised that there weren’t pictures of peaches for a peach flavor. that was the case for the strawberries and cookies paper the two of had tried before.

“alrighty, all good to go!” keigo finishes off the tip to the joint and presents it in front of you. “pretty right?”

“oh me? thank you baby.” you giggle as you put away the rolling tray and grinder into its designated spot.

like the gentleman he is, Keigo always gives you first turn. he places the joint between your lips and lights it for you, his eyes trained on the flame of the lighter before pulling it away. he begins to tell you about his day as you take your first few hits from the joint. you can taste the subtle peach flavor and smack your lips with a happy hum before handing your boyfriend the joint for his turn.

back and forth the two of smoke and make conversation about each other’s day or over gossip you heard recently. when there’s only the roach left, keigo stubs out the rest of it on the ashtray before leaning back to get comfortable on the couch and pulling you in to join him.

you’ve got a roster of things the two of you like to watch while high and your favorite are cooking asmr videos. specifically baking and watching bento boxes get made, it’s just so satisfying to watch. and luckily keigo is also the chef between the two of you so even when he’s high, he makes note of certain recipes that you point out and say you’d like to try.

sometimes you smoke to sleep, smoke to make the time pass by, smoke to paint when a creative mood strikes, and you smoke to fuck also.

keigo’s eyes are trained on the video of custard cream donuts being made when your hand sneaks beneath his gray sweats and carefully cups his balls through his boxer briefs. he doesn’t mind making the first move but he loves when you do it first. it’s just so cute how you’re so casual about it now when he remembers fondly how shy you were at first. without being asked, he spreads his legs a touch wider as you massage him in the palm of your hand.

his dick slowly starts to swell and his mind swims through a dreamy cotton as the video shows the prepared dough being fried into donuts of a beautiful golden brown. he’s half hard when you move from massaging his balls to carefully stroking the outline of his cock through the material of his underwear. keigo only sighs through his nose as you idly pet him, his arm remaining curled around your waist while your head is tucked under his chin.

“off please?” you ask simply when you tug on the hem of his t-shirt. keigo obliges you and also pushes down his underwear and sweats. your own clothes join his on the floor, leaving the both of you naked in your own living room. “can i suck you off kei?”

he gives you a dopey smile and jerks his cock in his hand, feeling how hard he is in his own palm and excited to get your cute lips wrapped around his cock. “all yours dovey.”

keigo loves when the two of you are high and decide to fuck. he loves how much more slower it feels and there’s just more appreciation when the two of you take your time while the high stays with you. he shuts his eyes and forgets all about the queue of videos lined up the entertain the two of you. how could he care about watching macaroons being made and the pleasant sound of baking utensils and ingredients recorded into a microphone when the best sounds he hears are how sloppy you get on his dick?

“aw yeah baby, get fuckin’ sloppy down there. take me all the way and gag on this dick—fuck!” keigo groans as you deepthroat him and make his eyes roll to the back of his head. sometimes he’s torn between just closing his eyes and feeling everything or watching just to memorize how beautifully you suck his cock. sometimes you overwhelm him with your skill, when you show enthusiasm and you hold all the power while he’s helpless to the drowning pleasure you’ve learned while with him. sometimes he overwhelms you by being a bit forceful, fucking hard and fast into your mouth that it brings tears to your eyes and leaving you a drooling mess.

his dick is soaking wet with your spit when you decide to sit on his lap. “wait wait, baby i want your pussy on my face.” keigo wants to return the favor but you whine that you want him in you now, gasping when you carefully push the tip inside yourself. he couldn’t deny you when he craves your wet and tight warmth just as badly as you want to be filled full of him. “no dovey, i’ll take care of you. ride me another time.”

you don’t get much argument when you’re manhandled onto your back against the soft cushions of your couch. but you can’t find it in you to argue when keigo sensually moves his hips to fuck his cock into you. it feels good and it feels like heaven when the two of you fuck when you’re high. time slows down around you and you only become aware of each other, engrossed in one another that’s so sickeningly sweet you’d think the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase.

“kei, feels good… really good.” you croon into his ear and cherish how he moans. one hand is tangled in his hair and the other one slowly scratches down his back to leave red trails into his skin. it’s a pleasant sting that doesn’t take away from the high but makes it better instead.

his face is tucked into your neck, your soft tits are pressed against his own chest as you have your arms hugged around him, he’s moaning and panting as he gets closer to his finish. keigo doesn’t even need to look to know that you creamed on his cock because you’ve become dumb and incoherent anyway. you can barely form two words together, only capable of those cute whimpers and moans that he’s loved to hear since the first time the two of you fucked.

but you’re not as gone as he thinks you are because he feels one of your hands grasp the back of his neck and all you do is whimper, “so close baby, fill me up please…”

it drives him crazy and he desperately fucks until he’s given you what you asked for. keigo gasps and groans as he fills you up with his cum, and then he’s practically putty when you whisper against his ear, “thank you baby.”

keigo only lets you lay back and be comfortable as he cleans you up. his high has waned off a little but it’s nothing that another joint can’t fix. you’re naked underneath the soft throw blanket and still watching baking videos while he fetches snacks from the pantry, also naked. when he returns, he can still see how the high remains with you and follows your finger when you point to the screen and tell him, “try making that one!”

he agrees, bookmarking the video to follow the recipe another time before joining you underneath the blanket. but even as the videos move on from baking to potato croquettes being fried, keigo’s mind still thinks of those custard donuts he was watching while you were between his legs. he caught a glance at one of the donuts being piped full of the custard and overflowing with cream.

just like he did with you.

“hand me my phone dovey.” he asks of you since his phone is on your side of the couch. he’s scrolling through a food delivery app and searching for a specific bakery that he knows will deliver. when you ask what food he wants delivered, he answers with a big smile and eyes still red from the high, “custard donuts.”

[truthem]

How I immerse myself in Korean and Spanish

한국어 (Korean)

I think I’m doing so good in Korean because I’m constantly watching things in Korean and exposing myself to the language.

1. K-pop

I’m such a big K-pop fan and it really helps my learning process. If I didn’t enjoy K-pop I don’t think Id be able to comprehend half of what I can today.

I watch a lot of “vlogs” from my favorite idols. (My fav to watch are LE SSERAFIM’s vlogs, they’re just really easy for me to understand and entertaining at the same time).

ATEEZ is always doing something and they’re my ult group so I’m just constantly watching them. Recently though I haven’t been watching their stuff so I have a lot to catch up on 😅

The music makes no sense to me because obviously song lyrics aren’t written in conversational everyday Korean so I don’t even really count that as listening comprehension. Every now and then I’ll catch a word I know and get shocked though 🙏

I used to watch V-lives or whatever they’re called now a lot but I can’t focus for that long anymore. (박성화 has the best lego lives)

2. K-Dramas

I don’t watch as many dramas as some people but I feel like they’ve definitely helped me get used to listening to Korean.

I try not to take any phrases or vocab from dramas because it’s a drama… and they’re dramatic 😭

I started watching Business Proposal like a month ago but I got distracted with exams and I stopped watching it with 2 episodes left… (SPOILERS: istg if 하리 and 태무 don’t stay together I’m giving up on everything)

3. Korean Cartoons

I LOVE Learn Korean with Jadoo. I barely understand any of it but it’s helped me a lot with understanding how certain grammar points are used and how certain words are used.

I also like watching Peppa Pig in Korean because the episodes are short and sweet and they’re relatively easy to understand.

I used to watch We Bare Bears in Korean but I watched like every episode they had on YouTube so now I’m rewatching in Spanish. (I genuinely love We Bare Bears, it’s always been the best cartoon out there)

4. Korean News

I like to read a lot of Korean news to help with pronunciation and reading comprehension. It also allows me to find some more specific vocabulary that I would use in describing what I do, what I like, and what I want to do in my future because I can find real stories that are specific to my interests.

5. ASMR

Soy ASMR and Seonghwas ASMR videos have been single-handedly holding my life up. Judy ASMR is also a really good creator. I like to watch like roleplay ASMR like “friend does your makeup for a party” or whatever because it exposes me to more casual vocabulary.

Español (Spanish)

1. Classes

I do take Spanish classes at school so I get over and hour of Spanish immersion in while at school everyday. We mainly use Spanish in the classroom.

2. Spanish Documentaries

I’m a bit more advanced in Spanish than I am in Korean so I prefer to watch Documentaries as to cartoons.

Documentaries also interest me more than cartoons in some aspects like learning more about different latin cultures, hearing different accents and dialects, and learning about how other people live.

3. Cartoons

I only really watch We Bare Bears in Spanish because I just like the show, but sometimes Spanish feels like a chore to me or like I’m just learning it to pass a class at this point, so cartoons are a good way to just casually comprehend the language.

4. Spanish News

I found this really good Spanish news for kids website and it’s so incredibly helpful. I’m in the process of making a “Spanish Resources” blog post like I did with Korean so I’ll definitely link that there.

I read the articles out loud to help get more comfortable with speaking, reading and my pronunciation.

They also have a podcast that’s just like a read aloud of the article so after I read the article, I go and listen to the podcast.

The topics are really interesting, too. Like one of them was about this lady bringing her pet pig to the airport to help calm people down??? I wanna go pet a pig wdym????

6. Spanish music

There are no words in the English language to express how much I love Spanish music.

It’s literally just so beautiful.

In class we have broken down various songs, so I can understand music very easily unlike in Korean even if I have to think about the lyrics for a bit.

7. Spanish YouTube videos/ASMR

I watch a lot of “un día en mi vida” type videos and I love ASMR so I watch a lot of those. 🙏

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as Things I Heard This Week Number 4

It's a long one

Medda: That was vewy scawy

Race: she did not just say vewy scawy in front of a class at 7 am on a Monday-

Blink: *shows duck earrings*

Elmer: *gasp* I love him his name is jaramiah

Blink: No

Elmer: Yes

Blink: All my ducks are nonbinary

Elmer: ...Their name is jaramiah then idfc

Davey: Can the sun just... Go away for a minute?

Race: Forever. It can just blow up and be gone

Davey: ...No then we'd all be dead

Katherine: Omg I love your outfit!

Sarah: Oh thank y-

Katherine: It's giving like... Rosie the Rivitor we can do it but like... Gay

Sarah: ...

Sarah: Thank you...? I actually love that hold on-

Hotshot: Why do you have 2 sandwiches??

Spot: One of them is for Race

Hotshot: Oh

Albert: Awww they're having a lunch date

Spot: *glares*

Albert: ...No response?

Spot: *GLARES*

Albert: Why are you looking at me like that?

Elmer: *shrugs*

Albert: ...Is it because I just swore really loudly and angrily from the other room?

Elmer: Yeah what was that about?

Albert: The spoons fell when I opened the silverware drawer

Elmer: That seems like an appropriate response

Albert: Shut up

Morris Delancey: Do you ever like see an Elephant shit and like... You like it? Like like like I don't know! But like! I liked it! I don't know! It's just like- *very clearly desperately trying to be relatable and floundering*

(I DON'T KNOW THE CONTEXT TO THIS IT WAS SOME GUY WALKING BEHIND ME IN THE HALLWAY)

Denton: *walking past a group of students eating lunch* Hey I just had triscuts today!

Davey, the guy who brought an entire box of triscuts: They're good right?

Denton: They've been around for 50 years! *leaves*

Race: ...Guys what's a triscut? ... What's a triscut???

Davey, about Romeo: He drank a whole can of tomato soup in the middle of band! Like uncooked unheated, not diluted, straight up- like who does that?? What is he- ashuguwah

Jack: She said we don't have total freedom in America because if we did you could just say you're hungry go to your neighbors house take their baby and eat it

Davey: ...Yeah I don't know what's happening right now but we have work to get started

Race: Om nom

Jack: What??

Davey: *pokes boob with bass drum mallet*

Sarah: *mid sentence* :0

Buttons: Look at me! The football fan! I loove NFL footba-

Crutchie: Shut the fuck up

Buttons: :0

Crutchie: You are a lying piece of they/them shit

Davey: *writing something on notebook paper*

Race: I asked you if you had note book paper and you said no!

Davey: No I didn't?

Race: Yes you did!

Davey: You came with me to my locker to get this??

Race, gay: *shows Jack a picture of a guy*

Jack, bisexual: Smash

Katherine, bisexual: Eh, pass

Jack: Of course you say that it's a guy

Katherine: I am attracted to men

Race: Uh huh

Jack: Hey do you ever think about color theory?

Race: Oh yeah all the time

Katherine: Uh wait back track what do you mean uh huh???

Romeo, watching a video of an artist slowly revealing his work: I'd tap. Not him, the drawing. Oh wait its of a woman nevermind

Race: *steals Davey's phone out of his lap* I just took your cock

Davey: *not paying attention, writing notes* oh I'm just making a...

Race: Did you hear me?

Davey, now realizing Race did not, in fact, ask him what he was doing: ...

Davey: *sigh*

Jojo: Look at this *shows Romeo a video*

Romeo: Ooh

Romeo: I'd fuck a... Biblically accurate angel...

Jojo: ...

Jojo: That's a weird kink

Elmer: I like shiny things

Buttons: Of course you do, faggot

Elmer: :0

Elmer: Periodt

Davey: *random noise random noise* I have autism *random noise random noise*

Race, watching asmr: Ooh I think I'm gonna like this... Oh yeah. Yeah I like that. Hot knife and gummy worm, that's a new kink

Davey: Pff-

Race: I wonder if if that says anything about me

Race: I'm gonna send you into epidemiological shock

Davey: Is that a thing?

Race: *looks at notes he's currently writing on epidemiology*

Romeo: Why are you fondling nuts like that

Albert: *drops Race's phone* oh shit-

Race: You!... Hooker!

Sarah: I wanna take my hoodie off but I'll look like a whore

Davey: I cried over harry potter’s dead parents yesterday

Race: the line has been drawn

Davey: Get off your phone!!

Race: Noo!

Davey: You have a concussion!

Race: I don't care!!

Davey: Brain damage is no joke!

Race: Ho life or no life

Sarah: Hey I also have a flannel on!

Davey: Woah

Sarah: You'll just never see it cuz I have a hoodie-

Davey: You're gay too!

Sarah, who has a whole ass girlfriend: Ew! Gross! Don't call me that slur!!

Albert: I don't understand why I can't just drink water it's like- gsgatsv!

Denton: ...Okay I'm gonna start class now

Elmer, talking about things he'll remember after high school: With the black mold trombone!!

Race: Black mold trombone will go down in history

Race: Okay but first, water bottle flip

Race: You know what makes me happy? Pheromones

Jack: Why are you so obsessed with pheromones??

Race: Because I- actually I'm not gonna say that

Specs: Did you know that nothing would happen if you threw a glass of water on the sun? *yelling* THIS IS BECAUSE THE WATER WOULD NOT REACH THE SUN

Crutchie: I miss covid

Denton: I just wanna watch the football and go home

Race: watch the football

Davey: watch the football

TW SH JOKE Jack: I hope all cutters go to hell. Not like arm cutters like line cutters. I'm going to hell anyway because I'm gay

Albert, singing a choir warm up at band: Mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango banana banana banana whoo

Crutchie: I'm not in choir but I recognize that and I just realized you're autistic

Denton: That was weak. That was weak sauce. But I think it worked *enthusiastic thumbs up*

Elmer: I know my flowers

Spot: He does, he went to flower camp

Elmer: I did, it was fuckin SICK

Denton: Good news, you both exist!

Jojo: It's good to exist!

Crutchie: ...Okay

Spot: I'm gonna eat you and kill you

Davey, out of nowhere: *soft gasp* heliocase...

Race: Can you imagine if cells bullied each other? Like like "pff- you got a goofy lookin nucleas, idiot"

Spot: I'm gonna eat you, chew you up, and show your pieces to the world

Albert: Imagine just getting home from a long day of work and you just get c o n s u m e d

Elmer: It's super pretty cool

Jojo: Super pretty cool?

Elmer: Super pretty cool

Jojo: Oh nice

Race: I can't get embarrassed

Albert: You-

Albert: But-

Race: I've never been embarrassed in my life

Race: Yeah I don't even think I'd know what that feels like

Spot: What about when you got something nicknamed the "toddler disease" as an adult

Race: :0

Race: Look that's-

Spot: Even if you're not embarrassed, you *should* be!

Race: :00

Spot: Loser! With your toddler immune system !!

Race: Thats just dirty

Davey, a science teacher: What did you get out of reading this study? (About an experiment performed on lizards)

Class: *silence*

Davey: Did you.... Did you like it or-

Splasher, a student: Lizard...

Davey: What was that?

Splasher: For my senior pictures I'm gonna have a bearded dragon

Davey: Uh... Okay did you like the study or-?

Medda: I would never get rid of any of my beloved cello players!

Medda: ...

Medda: *holds up L on forehead*

Race: Pff-

Medda: No! I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I wouldn't get rid of Romeo!

Romeo: :0

Sarah: *zoning out in class, internally* omg his pockets are really deep

Denton: We've all heard that phrase before, we know what that means-

Myron: *has never heard the phrase ever* We? All??

Spot: *threateningly* you'll be the next lizard I test

Davey: *about science* it's like lasagna. It makes you want to choke but you love it because it's your favorite food

Denton: You should read the titles of some of these studies. I mean some of the TITLES are like a paragraph long I can only imagine what the articles are-

Denton: I suppose that's an analogy you could make

Romeo: It's just like Fall Out Boy for real

Jojo: Does that mean if I step on a baby I'm 72℅ Jesus? (I have no idea what this was about)

Davey: *sneezes*

Sarah: How dare you!

Katherine: *at the same time* bless you

Davey: Thank you, KATHERINE

Albert: I run at 5:40 every morning

Finch: Why would you-

Albert: I don't like it :(

Jack: Man come 8pm and I am WORTHLESS

Medda: I know student schedules are very busy so I won't give you any homework so you guys can focus on... Whatever you do... Homework, practices, jobs, injecting lizards with bacteria...

Katherine: I'm an advocate for highlighters I will always support highlighters

Jack: 🤨

Katherine: I support highlighters rights

Race, a scientist in the middle of a big project, exhausted out of his mind: *on the phone* honey, I- I can't watch the kids tonight. I got all these lizards to invest with bacteria and they're all dying and it's my- I did this to them

Spot, also exhausted out of his mind: And you did the kids to me you better get your ass home!

Davey: *loudly cracks his back*

Crutchie: ... BRO-

Davey, as if this happens a lot but this time in particular was bigger: That was intense

Denton, freshman academic biology teacher: It's that time of year where all the freshmen are like "I hate academic biology academic biology is so hard!" and all the sophomores taking advanced chemistry are like "I miss academic biology academic biology was so easy..." *big sigh* it's the same every year. Falls right in line with the pumpkin spice

Buttons: You can't make jokes like that, Mr. Denton

Denton: Yes you absolutely can and you should it was a good one

Davey, teaching a class: I have an occasional glass of red wine but other than that I'm not too wild

Les, a student in said class: Oh please

Davey: ...What?

Les: You heard me

Race: If you were a woman, you were a prostitute. It's what you did

Katherine: What history class are you in??

Crutchie: The sun is blindi- oh my god! What iss that??

Finch: It's new with the reset

Crutchie: What is that bright... /thing/??

Finch: It came with the latest update

Denton: Your lungs look like a carpet! A very outdated carpet, nobody makes carpet like that anymore. When I was a kid everyone's grandma had that carpet

Davey: Anyone else think that's super cool?

Everyone else: *silence*

Davey: Just lie to me

Race: Whoo!

Jack: Incredible!

Albert: So dope!

Davey: Yeah! There we go! Awesome!

Blink: Anyone? Just a piece? A little piece of inflammation?

Elmer, about Pulitzer; I don't think he sleeps.

Crutchie: Pff-

Elmer: No seriously. He responds to emails at midnight and he's at the school by 4 am. And he lives like 2 towns away.

Crutchie: Holy shit

Elmer: I know

Spot: Yeah! I got a jar and you don't!

Albert: Disgustingly gross child of Satan.

Race: Noo don't say that about yourself!

Albert: That's my dad. Satan.

Race: Oh. I mean yeah.

Race, a physics teacher: Alright! Sorry for the interruption, we were saying-....

Race: ...

Race: Position time graph! We-

Race: ...

Race: What were we talking about? Slope!

Davey: *drops paper* that's unfortunate

Sarah: What's up with that? It's like 2 pieces of paper. You can't handle 2 pieces of-

Davey: Shut the fuck up

Crutchie: Cholera! Hello!

TW SUICIDE JOKE Crutchie: You're the cell

Jack: What?

Crutchie: The cell is like "kill me please" you're the cell

Jack: :0

Davey: And then you walk into your- SNEEZE CLOUD!!!

Davey: I'm so gay, I love Crash Course with Hank Green

[klysanderelias]

Do you have a favorite Vtuber?

Please also tell us why.

All right, wall of text time.

The short answer is not exactly, I watch vtubers for a lot of different reasons. I have a shortlist, and I have one or two I actually spend money on supporting, but I don't think I could name a favorite. If you're looking for names, I'd shout out Finana Ryugu, Mai Tsukimiya, Hakos Baelz, and Pavolia Reine, with Mai Tsukimiya closest to 'favorite' based on my support/engagement.

Now, the long answer.

I follow vtubers for a couple of key things - body doubling, relaxation, let's plays, music, and 'other'. A lot of these don't really interact well - if I'm trying to find a comprehensive let's play of a game I want to experience, I'm looking for a different thing than when I'm trying to find something to put on when I'm going to sleep. Plus, there are a lot of vtubers who are part of an agency like Hololive or Nijisanji that have a certain level of obligation to play specific games, so suddenly everyone I follow is playing the new pokemon, or hitman, or (ugh) Hogwarts legacy, because the agency made a promotion deal. And it's important for me to remember a lot that Vtubing is a job, especially the bigger you get, and that's more than just 'I need to make money doing this.' It's also 'I have a boss who makes decisions about what I am and am not allowed to do, and if I say something on stream I may have to make a ten minute apology video if my handler decides it might hurt the brand.'

I do want to talk about that - I don't like a lot of the subculture that vtubers inhabit. I don't like the way that it vaguely reeks of 4chan memes, or how if you scratch the surface you'll find incredibly toxic and disgusting behavior in chat. I don't blame the streamer for basically any of it, but there are vtubers out there who play more into it that I would like much more if they didn't (basically anyone in vshoujo, but also gawr gura and amelia watson, for example). And I'm sure there's more that I don't know about because like, if they don't stream in english, I'm obviously not gonna know what they're saying unless it gets clipped and translated. I will say, Finana Ryugu specifically gets a pass from me, and I think if she streamed more games I was interested in, she might make it up to being my favorite. I will never forget her anger at her chat for calling certain gacha characters 'traps', and her banning the word from her stream, and then like a day later being forced to apologize for it. I've more or less given up on trying to find 'progressive' or 'leftist' vtubers because of the culture (plus y'know, no one talks politics or ideology at their job), but she strikes me as a genuinely kind and thoughtful person.

For the things I watch vtubers for, number one is probably body doubling - if you're not familiar with that term, it's basically 'having someone else in the room to help someone with ADHD start and execute tasks that they otherwise wouldn't be able to'. It's kind of like having a podcast on for me, or chatting with someone while doing the dishes. It's having the stream on in the background and not really paying much attention to it.

Next is relaxation - sometimes I'll put a streamer on just to fall asleep to. I don't do the ASMR stuff really, but just having noise on in the background helps me sleep, and there's a number of people who have very calming or pleasant voices. Ceres Fauna is a shoutout here - I think she's on the edge of the 'elmo voice' crowd, but she's great to fall asleep to.

I also listen to a lot of music from vtubers, either covers or original music. I'll voluntarily admit I like Mori Calliope - when she's not trying to be edgy or playing into the subculture, her music is genuinely good. In general I think vtubers shouldn't be forced to sing, but I have a bunch of songs from vtubers I listen to a lot.

Let's plays - obvious. I have to shout out Hakos Baelz' playthrough of Resident Evil Village, she struggles with horror games and her experience with RE8 was extremely fun to watch because she was able to enjoy herself and get through the scary parts. This is also what's hardest to find for me - there aren't a lot of vtubers who play the kind of games I'd like to see.

I also like listening to vtubers who stream in other languages - most non-english vtubers stream in Japanese, but I like listening to the indonesian streamers from nijisanji and hololive as well (and ID streamers like Reine and Moona have some extremely good songs).

There aren't many vtubers I actually support financially, I think the only one is Mai Tsukimiya. I think she's very sweet, is small enough that I feel like I'm supporting a person and not a company, and I've bought some of her merch and enjoyed it.

Anyway all of this is to say that it's complicated, but I follow a lot of let's players and vtubers and have Opinions about them.

This is different from a list of recommendations, though. I think everyone I've named (and quite a few I didn't) are worth checking out, but obviously there's a lot of variance in terms of what they stream, how they stream, etc.

[rodolfoparras]

Oh I do love ASMR and I watch it all the time and there are some amazing cod ASMR videos, especially by this one creator and he did Price too. It's possible that I mentioned him already because I adore his videos.

https://youtu.be/aHjd8OcrjWE?si=RzpAIs31v49IvSTs -that's the Price video and he has Simon and Price in one as well as two Simon videos and one Konig video

Speaking of Konig, I've noticed how so so many guys (not everyone ofc) in cod fandom have unreasonable amount of beef with him or just don't care about him and girlies are all over him. Especially here, everyone is claiming their favourite characters and no one mentioned him at all 😭 (I'm glad everyone is respectful towards the fact that Simon is mine and know to politely ask to share for a night or two)

As for my sleeping problems, I tried just about to everything but my body is simply refusing to sleep unless I'm on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. I'm thinking that I maybe have delayed sleep syndrome (I think that's how it's called) but with where I'm from, I don't think I'm finding out one of these days. I did have a flashback of really bad memory that kind of triggered me the other day, especially because it's something I didn't think about in for over a decade so maybe my brain is still on high alert idk

-🔮

Oh my god I know this one!!! I used to religiously watch it when I got into cod it brought me sm comfort still does! Op is genuinely so talented and I’m always in such awe of any video he makes

I believe that the distaste for könig comes from the fact that he’s the one character commonly used to replace gaz in 141 content there’s nothing wrong with him as a character though

I also believe your brain is on high alert and is unable to get rest in those situations you should have techniques or exercise to bring your brain back in the present moment like when I have a panic attack I’ll tell myself I’m in bed I’m about to go to sleep there’s nothing dangerous I’ll even slap my arms lightly just to fool my brain like welp that was the danger and now it’s over let’s calm down now 😭

[lesyarei7]

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WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞 mdni, oral sex, debauchery

Madara x Haruko, Modern AU, 4458 words Full on 🔗 Wattpad 🔗 AO3 🔗 Pixiv 🔗🎵Short Voiceover video The duration of the whole video is 12 min. Just a snippet from the chapter.

🅹🆄🆂🆃 🅸🅽🅽🅾🅲🅴🅽🆃 🅹🅾🅺🅴! 🅴🆇🅿🅰🅽🅳🅴🅳

Author here. The voiceover of the 📱 phone Sеx excerpt from this chapter in a 2-minute teaser that you can listen to on YouTube. I tested a video editor by adding 'phone' effects to the voice, placing SFX to make the video lively, and again made a short voice-over with ASMR in the background of passing cars and engine sound, engine roar, etc. It's interesting to listen to on headphones. The sound of the song is coming from the radio in the car Madara is listening to. xD Sort of. Randomly found this song Cheat Codes x Kris Kross Amsterdam - SЕX, and it fits so well. As well as some of my other all-time favorites E-rotic - Tempt Me on the Line. E-rotic - Sеx on the phone. ❤️ Love these old bands.  All the materials I used to create this short video, whoever is interested, check out the links I attach below in the A/N at the end of this chapter and in my YouTube description.

The full 12 min of uncensored NSFW 🎵mp3 audio and video formats are posted on my Patreon for free. 🔗The link to listen/watch the video - 🔗HERE ✦ I'm also posting 2000 px HD artwork of all these chapters without watermarks on 🔗Patreon. Those who are interested are welcome. 

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⬇️ Songs for the mood ⬇️

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🕥 21:25 | Highway 🛣

Madara was driving his auto on nearly deserted roads in the nighttime when he received the call.

He drove recklessly, surpassing the permitted speed on the road at over 200 km/hour, a behavior he often indulged in during the night. In Japan, the approved velocity limits are set at '60km/h on regular roads' and '100km/h on expressways.' He sometimes drives without buckling up at all.

Operating a vehicle at a rate exceeding the legal limit is prohibited, regardless of the presence of rotation rate regulation traffic signs. However, now and then, he embodied the kind of individual who defied these rules. He had been captured by traffic cams previously but resolved a speeding fine and committed the offense again. So far, he had only transgressed the rules three times. Should he persist in this behavior, he will jeopardize his driver's license under Japan's point system.

As for Haruko, she had yet to uncover his fondness for high-speed racing and the myriad of other perilous activities and hobbies he enthusiastically pursued.

Madara's youthful impulsiveness often propels him to act without a hint of shame or guilt. He bears a sense of maturity, yet allows himself to delve into his ambitions, aspirations, and contentment, all while pursuing adventure in every possible way to create lasting memories. What resides within the thoughts of a 24-year-old? This age often represents a time of self-discovery, where they explore different facets of life, push boundaries, and savor new experiences. This is a period marked by a hunger for excitement and a wish to take advantage of his prime while balancing it with his wisdom. In summary, Uchiha craves everything the universe has to offer, and if, for any reason, the world denies him something, he will fuck the world.

Answering a call, I replied, "I'm all ears, honey."

📞 "Hi, baby, are you coming home?" Haruko cooed.

"I'm en route. I'll arrive within half an hour. Why?" I wondered.

📞 "Madara, you're too serious behind the wheel. I need to change that." She pouted.

Continuation🔗Links to CH 20📖: Wattpad AO3 Pixiv Voiceover

▶Previous 37-minute voiceover of CH 19◀

[bonesandthebees]

I am so mad rn I fell asleep at like 7 pm I didn't mean to I just woke up and was hoping it was at least like idk 3 am but NO it's 11:30 pm and im not tired enough to go back to sleep so now I have to choose to either stay awake and be on my phone or lay in the dark and hope that's enough to lull me to sleep and I'm pissed bc I have a full day ahead tomorrow and I'm not asleep right now so I'm going to be miserable in the morning but I'm not staying at my house rn so my body is doing the weird thing it does when you stay at a friends house and it's weird about sleeping and I kind of wanna hurl myself off of a cliff rn and my phone is lagging as I write this out and it's pidssing me off even more

But yes I enjoyed the one shot I don't remember its name right now but the qsmp one it was very good and I loved the ichor children concept that's so cool :)

Oh anon I’m so sorry as someone who has dealt with anxiety-induced insomnia to the point where I had to get therapy for it I know the frustration with not being able to fall asleep. Currently my go to solution whenever I’m not tired and can’t sleep is the anxiety meds I got prescribed for that exact issue lol, but obviously you can’t do that so here are my tips

If possible, find some melatonin or at least see if you have chamomile tea. If you don’t have either of those, what usually works for me is to turn on a long YouTube video on my phone and just watch until I get sleepy. Old vods are always a good option if you want something to be interested in, but it’s probably better to watch them from a calmer cc (Niki had a super long let’s play series where she played a story game called beyond two souls and I used to listen to that whenever I had trouble sleeping).

My current go to for sleepy videos are either ASMR videos (but I know those aren’t everyone’s tastes), or two specific channels: Baumgartner Restoration or NileRed. Baumgartner is the channel of an art conservator who makes long and very detailed videos showing his conservation and restoration process for paintings clients send him. It’s so fascinating to watch, and his voice is really calming at the same time. I literally turn on a video of his every night before I sleep and rarely get more than 5 minutes into it before I’m passing out. NileRed is a slightly more…energized channel of a guy who does a lot of weird and cool chemistry! His voice is also really even-toned and calming to listen to, but the main reason his stuff helps me sleep is the minute he starts explaining ochem concepts I knock tf out. I did a full years worth of ochem in college it’s like an instinctual reaction to want to pass out hearing it again 😭

Anyway. Find some videos like the ones I suggested—preferably at least 45 min or longer. Just watch it and try to focus on the content rather than the fact that you can’t sleep. If you start getting sleepy, great! If you’re unsure but you’re kind of tired, try closing your eyes and just listening to the video. I’ve fallen asleep like that so many times before it’s my last resort method

Hope that helps!

(oh and last note: if you can't fall asleep again, try to remind yourself that's okay. the more you stress about not being able to sleep, the worse it'll get. even just laying in your bed with your eyes shut will help you feel more rested.)