Page 7 of Daddy's Sweet Streamer

How creepy would it be to call him and ask him on a date? Probably less creepy than just knocking on his door again, I think.

Shit, I grimace, running a hand down my clean-shaven jaw. Is he even into men?

He’s probably gay, right? My gaydar is practically collecting dust at this point, but he calls himself a passenger princess and he wears cute little sweaters. But hell, he’s younger than me, that much is for sure. Maybe his style is just what’s in right now.

Wanting someone in their early twenties isn’t something I could have predicted about myself, but the idea of disregarding Milo as an option makes my stomach turn. There’s something about him that's so magnetic, and it’s not just his looks.

When I used to date, I’d go for guys more my speed. Blue-collar men who were dirty more than they were clean. They’d have muscles I could bite, and strong attitudes to grapple with.

Milo though, he’s softer. His eyes are the faintest blue, more gray than anything, and his pale white hair looks like it would feel fucking amazing between my fingers.

I like his body too, from what I’ve been able to see. He’s naturally lean but soft like he doesn’t regularly exercise. He seems like he prefers a walk in the park to a trip to the gym, and I can’t say I blame him.

I work out daily due to habit, but it’s not fun. It’s fuel to keep my aging body in shape. Working on heavy machinery for most of the day helps too.

So needless to say, I’m attracted to him and I don’t want to stop talking to him once I’ve started. I guess I’m just going to have to figure out a way to see him again. Starting by downloading social media and seeing what this ASMR thing is all about. The best way to gain someone’s interest is to actually give a shit about theirs first.

When I get home, I send a quit update text to my brother, letting him know that everything is all set and one of my guys is on call for the emergency maintenance line tonight.

After a long hot shower to wash off the day, I grab a cold beer and settle into my recliner with the bottle and my phone. Starting with the basics, I dig around Google, finding a ton of results. It appears ASMR is an acronym for the Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Essentially, it describes the way some people react to certain visual or auditory stimuli.

People make videos trying to ‘trigger’ a goosebump sensation that makes the viewer feel happy or relaxed. As unfamiliar as it is, it sounds kind of wholesome. According to one article I find, a lot of people listen before bed for better sleep.

Confused as to how one monetizes this, I try googling ‘Milo ASMR’ next. My eyes widen as hundreds of results pop up. Almost all of which are connected to one username on various social apps. Milo Lime.

When I click the top link, I have to sign up for some video app. Once I’m logged into my free account, I find the profile Milo Lime ASMR. A page flooded with my Milo’s face. So much for being bad with technology, I found him pretty dang easily, and—holy shit he has a lot of fans.

Five million people are following him here, no wonder he’s able to make money. Sponsors probably love him with that kind of viewership.

Clicking on the top video of his page, I take in his glowing complexion. He has colorful moving lights dancing in the dark behind him, lime green headphones over his ears, and a matching microphone dawning a fluffy cover in front of his mouth.

“Welcome to the Milo Lime hair salon,” he greets in a low whisper, his voice clicking with certain letters. “You’re here for a haircut? Did you want a wash too? Yes? Okay, let’s get started.”

The radiant smile he beams with makes my heart thump harder. He really is stunning, but that smile? It’s fucking brilliant.

Opening the comment section, I scan tons of comments raving with compliments.

@asmrlover420: best role play ASMR artist in the game

@whispertome: SAVED IMMEDIATELY!

@user29843: You crushed this ?

@milolimeslays: can’t wait for tonight’s Live!

Live? Like a live stream? My newest intern at the shop watches those, normally their video game related, but does Milo do them too?

I click out of the video, going back to his profile where the picture from him before is highlighted with a glowing green frame and a banner that says Live Now. Curious, I press my finger to it and watch as the screen expands.

Milo looks the same as he did in the video, save for the background colors being different. I’m watching him in real-time, and it seems like he’s just getting started. Using the same whisper from before he starts chatting with people in the comments, catching them before they disappear.

I can see his front door in the corner of the background, which means he films at the desk in his living room, likely using a portable curtain or screen so that his lights have something to make contact with.

“I’m sorry, everyone I don’t have a very good update for you,” he says, a slight frown turning his lips down. “I was too much of a chicken to ask him.”

My ears twitch, interest peaked.

“Yes, Kayla,” he says, replying to a watcher with a sigh. “He came over and fixed it, and he was so great, but I think I’m giving up on this quest. I can’t… I know you all don’t really know me, but interactions in person are difficult for me. And he’s just so out of my league, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make a move.”

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