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Okay so like NO one has heard of this musical before but like...

JASPER IN DEADLAND IS SO GOOD. 

Okay summary time: It’s basically about this kid named Jasper [Who really likes diving and wears a kickass red sweater) has this best friend named, Agnes. They love each other, but Jasper thinks she deserves better. She confesses and Jasper unable to reincorporate for the reason mentioned above and doesn’t give her an answer. SO trying to get an answer, they say they’re gonna meet at this cliff (They’re hang out <3) but Jasper gets there a little late and Agnes tries diving off the cliff and fails….and also drowns. Oh no she’s dead. But Jasper, being the lovesick and selfless boy he is jumps into save her. Saying that he’d give his soul up too save her. And might also being dying too. And then BOOM we meet the ‘villain’ Mr. Lethe (Yes like that river in the Greek Mythos) whose basically argues with his boss (Psst it’s pluto/hades) about if this soul should be let in. He loses and let’s Jasper’s soul into ‘deadland’. Thus the title, after a dramatic opening sequence he makes it his mission to save Anges from the underworld and bring her back to life. 

Long story short: It’s a modern day Orpheus and Eurydice retelling (Kind of) as well as a crossover fanfic (musical) with various underwold myths. Some examples: 

  • Lethe is a River in the Greco-Roman Mythos (as mentioned above). It makes you forget things. 
  • Cerberus guards the front gate into deadland
  • OH Deadland is split up into ‘circles’ like how Dante’s inferno. 
  • The Chiron shows up too, the greek ferry man
  • Osiris shows up (though it’s brief) as a singer in a club in ‘city circle’ 
  • Said club is named Helheim (From Norse mythology) 
  • Speaking of Norse Myth! Loki and Hel show up as well for a quickie cameo as Lackies. 
  • The second gate is protected by Ammit, a demon from the edyptain mythos that eat hearts (She even has her own song) Sadly Anubis doesn’t get s shout out :( 
  • When he get too the most ‘hellish’ part of deadland it’s ruled over by a guy named ‘Little Lu’. A fallen angle aka Lucifer. 
  • Sisyphus gets a named drop as he is in the ‘hell’ part of deadland 
  • A little more less known Greek myth as well, the daughters of Danus are there too. As well as Brutus, that guy who stabbed Caesar a bunch of times.
  • Remember how I said this story was a retelling or Orpheus and Eurydice? The show knows this because Eurydice basically plays the part of a Obi-wan Kenobi in this and helps Jasper on his journey. IT’S  ALMOST LIKE SHE WANTS THEM TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING BC SHE DIDN’T GET ONE :((((((((
  • Elysium is one of the last circles. 
  • Pluto or better known as Hades is the big boss of Dealand with his wifey Persephone. They’re lethe’s boss.  

BUT THOSE ARE JUST SOME REFERENCES THAT MAKE MY MYTH LOVING HEART SWELL!!! I’m sure they’re are more (Since I sadly never made it to a stage production). But the real meat is the songs, I’ll give some of my favorites. 

  • Jasper Goodbye  (The opening song) 
  • What is Life (Cerberus’s ‘solo’) 
  • The Killing (Japser’s Answer to Cerberus’s question) 
  • The Forgetting (Sometimes your just start speaking in Portuguese when a magical river washes away your memories)  
  • Living Dead (A bunch of Dead people love being dead: The song) 
  • Hungry for Your Heart (Remember when I said Ammit got a solo. This is that solo.) 
  • Stroke by Stroke (Uplifting water metaphor: The song) 
  • Beat and Broken Spirits (The most fun song about internal damnation sung by Satan) 
  • Awful People (Undead man/Physical embodiment sings about how awful the world is, obviously.) 
  • Elysium (Everything sucks back home, maybe we should stay dead?: The song) 
  • Lifesong (Eurydice’s solo! Basically Uplifting life metaphor: The song) 
  • The Trade / The Swim (HAPPY ENDINGS ALL AROUND! Hello Jasper Hello)

REALLY I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JASPER IN DEADLAND AND I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD CHECK IT OUT. The whole album is on youtube and itunes. And you can find a lot of the workshops on there as well. 

Some just cool things: 

Really look up this musical. It’s worth listening too.

Because I think people (writers included) tend to forget this:

Grif is very very smart. He acts stupid to avoid work (”Huh, I seem to have forgotten how electricity works. Can’t do this.” “You know I`m the stupid lazy one, Lopez”)

It’s an act. He is freaking smart.

Church, in the Blood Gulch Seasons, even stressed out how Grif is the smartest Red.

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Can you imagine me with those powers, Bae? I could get to redeem myself. I could turn it towards good.

everything-shall-be-blue  asked:

Hi! I love all your posts, they are really useful, but I was wondering if you could do one about washing clothes. I'm moving out in a few weeks and the only thing I know is that you are supposed to separate you clothing according to colors... which colors? I have no idea. Help

Absolutely! Doing laundry on your own can be super stressful the first few times, but after you’ve gotten use to it, the routine becomes easy.

Washing Clothes 101

1. Don’t separate. In a perfect world, you would be color sorting your clothes to perserve the crispness of their colors. Unfortunately, this is not a perfect world and doing laundry is expensive! I don’t know a single college student who actually separates their whites from their colors, and I would advise you to follow our example and to wash everything together. If you have any pieces of clothing that are very fragile or delicate, set them aside in a bag. Wait until this bag is full, and do a separate wash for them on a delicate cycle.

2. Detergent. Buy whatever detergent is on sale at your local dollar store. Generally speaking, liquid detergent has more washes in it than pods do. 

3. Making detergent. I’ve read some interesting arguments on Tumblr about how making your own detergent is more worthwhile than purchasing product. I actually found a post that broke down the pricing of everything. Based off of how much time/money they spent to put everything together and how many loads they got out of it, my fancy smancy 3-in-1 Tide Pods were 3x as cost effective. I would avoid making your own detergent, unless you know what you’re doing and really want to.

4. Cold vs Hot wash. Cold washes get stains out better and are more eco-friendly than hot washes. Period the end.

5. Do I need fabric softener? Fabric softener is not necessary at all! Its main purpose is supposedly to perserve the softness of your clothing’s fabric during its time in the washing/drying machines. And maybe it does, but not in a very noticeable way. What it does do is smell strongly, a smell that I happen to really enjoy, but not everyone does. That said, fabric softener is super inexpensive, and a bottle of it will last you a year because you only use a small amount per wash. So if you like the smell of it, absolutely- go for it!

6. Do I need dryer sheets? Once again, no you do not! Dryer sheets help keep your clothing from sticking together and getting staticky, which is something you will notice occasionally as you start doing laundry. That said, they are very similar to fabric softener in the way that they mostly act as a scenting agent. Unlike softener, they aren’t super inexpensive, but are supposedly reusable. 

7. Card vs. Coins. Both of these are payment methods for washing machines. Some laundromats have both, most only offer one method. I personally prefer the card because it means that I don’t have to walk around with pockets full of quarters. But some laundromats will charge a small fee for the card and a larger fee if you loose it and need a new one. 

Identifying Washing Machine Types

Unfortunately, there isn’t really a “once size fits all” method for operating washing machines. There are so many different brands of washing machines, all of them varying in age and efficiency. The best I can do is to break the machines into two different categories (pictured above). 

The washing machine on the left is a newer model, the sort of machine that you will find in most laundromats. These machines are generally larger capacity, and are fully automatic. 

On the right, we have the older model. These machines require more legwork and caution then their counterparts because they can overflow easily.

The Method (Washing)

How to Wash Clothes Using an Older Model

1. If you have liquid detergent, start by pouring it into the bottom of the washer. Generally one cap is enough for one full washer. If you’re using pods, see step 4.

2. Pile smaller items towards the bottom of the washer to avoid clogging the machine. If you have to place larger items like blankets on the bottom, make sure that they are situated loosely. 

3. Be careful not to overload the machine! These machines are finicky and do not like to be overworked. Load clothes up to the top of the plastic tube that juts out from the center of the machine. 

4. If you are using pods, now is the time to add them. Two detergent pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle. 

5. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

6. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine. 

7. If you want to add softener, you will need to wait until the “add softener” light turns on. This is about midway through your wash. You’ll pour the softener directly into the machine. You’ll notice how the machine stops running when you open the lid. It’s crazy what technology can do nowadays!

8. Wait until the washing machine finishes its cycle, otherwise the bottom will be filled with water and your clothes will be drenched.

9. Start moving your laundry into dryers. 

How to Wash Clothes Using an Newer Model

1. Fill the machine with clothes, taking extra care to ensure that they aren’t packed tightly.

2. Locate and open the soap compartment located on either the side or top of the washer. Pour your detergent in the one marked “detergent”. If you are using pods, see step 5.

3. Add any softener you may wish to use into the compartment marked “fabric softener”.

4. Remember to close alls compartment, or else you might get hit with some water.

5. If you are using laundry pods, add them directly to the machine, dispersing them throughout the clothes. Two pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle.

6. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

7. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine. 

8. This type of laundry machine has a security lock that activates after you have started the wash cycle. Nobody, not even you, will be able to access what is inside this washer until after it completes its cycle. Feel free to leave the laundromat and get some chores done in the meantime!

9. You will hear a distinct “click” after the washing machine has finished working. Start moving your wash into dryers!

The Method (Drying)

Unlike washers, all drying machines are essentially the same. They will all be oriented like the newer washer model. 

1. Clean on the lint traps in the dryer before you even begin loading your clothing in. Find the lint trap and slide it open, use your hands to scrape the lint off the screen. Put this lint in the nearest receptacle. 

2. Place the lint trap back in- the dryer will not run until it is fully secured.

3. Start loading clothes! It’s impossible to gage how powerful or efficient a dryer is until you try it. I recommend dividing your clothes between two dryers and running them for 30-45 minutes. If you want a more involved but faster method, divide your clothes between as many dryers as possible, and run them for the shortest amount of time. 

4. Add your dryer sheets. The rule of thumb is two sheets per normal sized load.

5. Some machines have a one-size fits all cycle, which could be anywhere from 30-50 minutes. Other machines (most public machines) have a pricing system. My local laundromat has 15 minutes for 25¢, so I’ll put in a 75¢ for 45 minutes. 

6. Select the cycle you would like to use on your machine. I aways recommend the hottest cycle to save money.

7. The first few times you do a load of laundry, you’ll have to keep checking your clothes for doneness. Dryers do not lock, so you can open them at any time to check your clothes. So can the creepy guy in the laundromat- so it’s best to keep an eye on them.

8. After your clothes are done, load them back into your laundry bin.

9. Remember to discard any dryer sheets, little shriveled up pieces of paper, etc from the inside of the dryer. I also like to be polite and to clean the lint trap for the next person.

I think one of my favourite things about “Steven Universe”, and one of the things I find most touching and personally affirming, is the relationship between Rose Quartz and Greg.

I mean, here’s Rose, who’s represented as this powerful, intelligent, charismatic, beautiful woman, respected as both a warrior and a leader.  She travels to Earth and decides to spend her life there, and in 6000 years, the human she decides is most interesting, most engaging, most beautiful…is Greg.  

Greg is a doofus.  He’s bald.  He’s fat.  He’s a slob with no sense of style or grooming.  He’s practically homeless.  He’s a failed rock and roll star whose dreams of fame and fortune ended with him running a small town car wash and living in the back of an ancient van. In any other show, he would be the loser of the cast, the fuck-up, the somewhat lovable, helpless goofball who can’t be counted on for anything.

But Rose thought he was beautiful.

It’s something of a sitcom parody; the dimwitted, ugly, slovenly husband with the beautiful, intelligent wife.  Fred and Wilma, Archie and Edith, Peter and Lois, Homer and Marge.  But Rose and Greg’s relationship isn’t like that.  Even in my favourite of those relationships, that of Marge and Homer, Homer is presented as more than a bit of a jerk.  Oh, he’s a fundamentally decent man who genuinely loves his family and treasures his wife, but he’s also selfish, thoughtless, more than occasionally neglectful, lazy, and self-centered.  And more than that, in those shows, the husband is really the main character.  Most of the wife’s role is reacting to his antics.  But that’s not Rose and Greg’s story.

Greg is a good man.  Not just a decent guy under the jerky exterior, but a truly and fundamentally good man.  He stands up to his misogynist buddy.  He adores and encourages his son in every way.  He is kind and giving to everyone he meets.  He works hard, even though it’s a job that he never wanted and that has taken the place of his dream.  Speaking of that, even though he’s never seen even a lick of the stardom he dreamed of, Greg has never lost sight of his ambitions.  He still plays music, still sings, still performs, still writes albums.  Greg may never make it as a rock star, but he will never stop trying.  This is what Rose saw.  This is what Rose, one of the most powerful and respected warriors and generals of her people, came to love.

In a world where success and worth are measured primarily in material gains and career-based achievements, Greg is a reminder of what’s truly important.  In the show, his failed music career, his chubby build, his sloppy clothes, his poverty…they don’t matter.  What’s emphasised is the true, human beauty of Greg; the warmth, the kindness, the courage, the imagination, the dedication to art and devotion to family.  It’s a reminder to all of us who have been pushed to be “successful”, been hassled about when we were “going to get serious”…that even if we are living in poverty, even if we have no real career, even if we’re not conventionally attractive or haven’t achieved all we’ve wanted to…we still have value.  We still have beauty.  And we are still loved.

No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
—  ERIN BOW
No writing is wasted.
—  Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheesemakers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better. ― Erin Bow
The - First Word

Sterek | 257w | Series on AO3



“Dada. Say dada.”

“Dedededede.”

Da da.

“Dedede.”

“Are you still trying that?” Claudia asks where she stands in the doorway to the living room, washing basket cocked on her hip.

John sits back from where he’d finished changing Stiles’ diaper on the floor and tries not to grow defensive under her teasing smile. “He’s getting there.”

Stiles is already squirming over onto his stomach and trying to raise himself up on wobbly hands and knees, a string of dribble hanging from his open mouth and about to wet the carpet. John dabs it away with his discarded bib and hoists him into his lap.

Claudia’s eyes twinkle as she shakes her head to her herself. “Get him dressed. The Hales will be here in a few minutes.”

John has just finished easing Stiles’ arms through the sleeves of his sweater  - (“Dada. Say dada.” “Dedede.”) - when Claudia opens the front door, and it’s no surprise that Derek is first inside.

And, really, it should be no surprise when Stiles holds his little arms in the air to be picked up by his favourite person and exclaims, “De’! De’!”

John’s mouth drops open, deflating as Derek scoops Stiles up and away, hands hanging limply in his lap.

Claudia chuckles as she crouches down and kisses him on the cheek. “You tried.”

John heaves a monumental sigh. But as he watches Derek twirl Stiles around the room in his arms with probably the biggest smile John has seen him beam yet, he can’t say he’s disappointed.

Well, maybe a little.

you must come back home ❖ yixing

anon requested: Hey you guys!!! Hope your having an amazing day! Keep up the awesome work!!💕 I wanted to request a Yixing smut. He comes home after a bussiness trip (cuz he is a ceo :’) ) and you greet him with nothing just a silk robe. And then yixing fucks against everybsurface of the house. And he would be so animalistic and raw. You would be screaming for pleasure. Good thing taht you guys have your own house ;) thank you babes💖 - 🐙🐙🐙 anon


word count : 4390 words
admin : - velvet
genre: smut, sugar daddy, daddy kink, i tHiNk pretty raw, a little bit of dirty talk, i was actually thinking about doing a series about this idk.

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)


You took your golden pink silk robe to your nose, you washed it so many times, but it still smelled like the man who bought it for you, it still smelled like his skin and like his fresh breath, countless the nights you slept in it while he laid next to you, holding your body into his arms and soaking the robe with the perfume of his body wash.

Since you started living with Mr. Zhang Yixing everything changed in your life, it started as sugar daddy relationship, he literally wanted you just to be his date during important meetings and you to give him your body, in exchange ❝I can make you the most envied woman of China❞ and he gave you all he had, all his money, all his time and slowly he submitted his heart to you and you gave yours to him. As for now, he not only was your sugar daddy, but he was your man, your boyfriend, the man you wanted to spend your life with and of course a CEO, which meant that he needed to work and that was the reason why you were so excited that night.

Yixing was finally coming back home from his business trip, it had already passed two weeks since you last saw him, which for you as a couple were a lot, since three month before - when you first met him - you never stayed apart for so many time. He wanted to take you with him, but you had your finals during the first week, so you couldn’t move from home, so you just hoped that he didn’t do anything while you were away. But then you remember that he’s Zhang Yixing, he couldn’t hurt you or cheat on you, that wasn’t him, his person, he was strong and powerful, but wouldn’t hurt you in anyway. You were his Achilles’ heel.

You smiled thinking about it and put down the robe, your right hand sneaked behind your back and unclipped your pink bra. You wanted to surprise Yixing, as a couple your sex drive was very high, sometime literally on another level, so not being able to touch each other for two weeks, that was the real struggle. Some nights he called you with hoarse voice, maybe while you were falling asleep after studying and you would find yourself with your hands between your thighs, trying to muffle the mewls that your own fingers were stealing from you.

You missed him and from the calls and the sound of his member thrusting in his fist, you could tell that he missed you too, so what was wrong in welcoming your boyfriend and sugar daddy in nothing but his favourite robe?

You squeezed a little your breasts, thinking about those moments and took a deep breath, between your legs your clit was already tingling, but you couldn’t touch yourself now, he was going to come home in an hour, you had to resist. You lowered your hands down your stomach, caressing your skin and cursing at yourself, you were literally teasing your body and making it too sensitive, if you didn’t stop Yixing would come home and find you with your face on the mattress, ass up and your fingers circling your clit. You opened your eyes quickly and just as fast you took away your matching panties. You weren’t surprised to see that they were starting to get wet, but you had to stop, you needed Yixing more than you needed your hands.

You picked up the robe and let it wrap around your small form, the silk caressing your skin. You lied down on the bed, the pinkish robe covering hardly your butt, your covered your front and tied the two laces to keep the cloth still. Thinking about it, when you first started the relationship with Yixing, you would have never done something like this, too shy, too insecure and even a little bit uncomfortable with the thought of it, but now that you stayed with Yixing for so long, after fights and worships, you felt strong and beautiful and you weren’t afraid of showing Yixing your body. After months, he showed you how sexy you were, he knew your body before you did and teached you how to use it, how to move to look sensual, where to touch to catch his attention.

You smiled at yourself, your hands went to caress your stomach again and your nipples perked up in attention, unconsciously waiting for you to touch them. You stopped your movements and closed your eyes, the clock was moving too slowly, Yixing was probably already landed, but you left your phone of the kitchen counter so you weren’t sure.

You thought that was better to check it out, to see if everything was alright and he arrived back to China, so you jumped out of bed and walked calmly down the stairs and into the kitchen. The house was huge, you now understood why Yixing felt alone before having you, he always lived alone in an enormous house, yes he had the cleaning women, but they came at nine and left at two, so the rest of the time he was alone. You were not going to lie, those two weeks were the worst of your life, you spent all nights alone and sometimes you got really scared, even when Yixing’s cat was moving in the dark, your mind always created weird and absurd scenarios.

You sometimes even thought about going back to your little apartment, but what if Yixing came before and didn’t see you in his bed? He would have been very mad.

You dragged your feet on the decorated ceramic tiles in the kitchen and picked your phone from the grey and immaculate counter. You had two missed calls, which were from your father and a message from Yixing, of course.

Hey, baby, I just got out of the airport, see you in 40 min.

You looked at the time he sent you the message and noticed that it had already passed thirty minutes. You heart jumped in your chest and you smiled happily, your man was finally coming home and you couldn’t wait to see him again and kiss him.

You blocked your phone and left it again on the counter, turning around and exiting the kitchen.

Maybe I should wear his favourite heels❞ you whispered to yourself, which was a thing that you were doing a lot in those days, you just hoped to stop because Yixing would probably find it weird.

You looked at your black pair of high heels that was standing next to the entrance door and thought about Yixing’s favourite heels, a pair of opened nude heels. ❝Yeah, no

You turned around giving your back to the door and went into the living room. Just as the kitchen, it was all grey, black and white. Just sad, but that was Yixing’s style and you couldn’t change it. You didn’t even want to change it, you loved everything about him and you didn’t want him to change just for you.

Walking through the living room you looked around, your fingers playing with the laces of your robe and your eyes wandering over the things that lived in that room. Your gaze landed on the closed black and white record player, on top of it a little golden box that made you smile. Two days before you went out for dinner with your best friend Bora and you dressed up since Yixing told you to go on a fancy restaurant and not in some McDonald or Burger King place, so you picked up some of Yixing’s favourite jewelry and put it on for the occasion and you then forgot the box there since you were in a hurry.

You trotted over to the box and opened it slowly, the jewelry inside tinkling and jingling at the movements. There weren’t a lot, since Yixing was very judgeful over his favourite pieces, but you knew just what he couldn’t resist. At the right side of the box there was a long golden necklace, the gold thread was very fine and it had a wonderful and heavy pendant that portrayed the two black letters ZY.

Just when you finished putting on the necklace you heard the keys click in and the password being typed outside the entrance door. When the door opened you smiled at yourself and adjusted your hair over your shoulders, you weren’t going to wait, so you walked happily over the entrance to welcome back your man.

When he raised his head from the luggage he was dragging, you saw his eyes sparkle with joy and love, just like every other time. He dropped the bags on the ground and opened his arms to welcome you in his embrace. Before running to him you noticed how he was dressed, he still had the pants of one of his black suits on, but he was just wearing a white shirt with his sleeves folded to his elbows, showing you the tender muscles of his forearms. You ran into his embrace and latched your arms around his neck, feeling how warm his skin was even if he stayed outside in the cold weather, he hugged you and his hands fell on the back of your legs, making you jump and latch your legs around his waist.

You chuckled a little and snuggled more in his neck, your nose drowning in his smell, his perfume, his cologne, everything that was him and that you missed so much. His hair was back with gel, but it was black again and not the dirty blondish that you didn’t like on him, his chest felt firm against the material of the robe and you felt as if his chest was just right on your soft skin, the robe and the shirt boiling between you.

Your eyes wandered outside the house, everything was silent, people were probably going to eat their dinner or just going out to drink something before going to some fancy party, the sky was turning black, but the grey clouds were still evident.

Yixing walked inside and you stretched your arm to close the door behind the both of you, the air too cool, so cool that it even tickled your private parts. Just then you noticed that Yixing’s hands were on your ass, squeezing it a little under the robe, feeling how you were wearing nothing but it.

Hi, beautiful❞ he smiled at you when you left his shoulder to look at him in the eyes. You leaned a little and pecked him on the lips with the biggest smile on your face, he kissed you back slowly, but you parted quickly putting your hands over his cheeks.

I missed you so much❞ you cooed a little observing his features, almost as if you were trying to remember them, each one of them, not that you forgot them of course, but now that he was in front of you, you wanted to benefit of that breathtaking view.

Yixing giggled and under your palm you felt his dimple popping out. When you took away your hands Yixing didn’t wait a bit and reconnected your lips together, pecking you slightly.

I missed you too, baby. I couldn’t sleep without you by my side❞ he whispered. You reached down to him and kissed him again, this time the kiss lasted longer, your lips melting together and your teeth slamming slightly against the tender skin, bruising it.

You noticed how concentrated he was getting, his forehead crunched and his tongue slightly poking the entrance of your mouth, asking you to let him in. You accomplished, tired of waiting and let his tongue play with yours.

You never understood how much you missed him, there were nights where you couldn’t sleep, but now that he was in your arms, his mouth being one with your, now you felt like in that period half of you went away. Your thoughts were ripped down when his right hand left your butt just to come down harder and slap your buttcheek. As usual he didn’t hurt, since he knew just how to touch you, but a slight shock of pleasure went down to your core and made your clit tremble a little. You parted your lips in a gasp, letting his tongue go deeper into your mouth, but he soon took it out, walking into the living room and leaving everything behind.

Daddy❞ you purred a little, gripping safely on his neck, your manicured nails dipping into his pale skin.

He smiled a little at you, his eyes misted with lust, the name making his member twitch in his pants. When he reached into the living room he let you jump down and with soft, but demanding movements, he turned you around.

Bend over the couch, kitten❞ he said, his voice came out hoarse, painted with need. The same need that was now throbbing stronger between your legs.

You missed Yixing, the loving man that always slept next to you, the one that kissed you and made you suck on his thumb, the one that bit his lips watching you dance in his bedroom and looked at you as if you were some sort of jewelry, but you missed Daddy too, the man who fucked you down the mattress, the one that smelled like money and champagne, that had a collection of sport cars and that liked to see you swimming in his own money. You missed both a lot.

You bent over the backrest of the white couch, your face down in the air and your ass up, legs spread so that daddy could see how wet he made you just with kissing and a spank. You clenched your core on nothing, but hearing Yixing taking off his belt made you tremble with anticipation. Just when you thought he was going to take you without preliminaries, you felt him seat next to you on the couch.

Your head shoot to the side and you saw him unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt, his beautiful skin shining and the lines of his muscles making you squirm. His hand left the buttons and came up to your right buttcheek, caressing it in slow circles, then his fingers gripped harder and he moved the cheek a little bit, showing him better what was hidden under your skin. You womanhood was glistening, your clit was engorged and you were just waiting for him to do something, anything, you didn’t care, you just wanted him to touch you. His mouth dropped a kiss on your buttcheek, slowly licking the round peach and finally his left hand moved to your core. His long index found your button quickly, the calloused pad pressed on it making you whimper and jump a little, then his index started to move in slow circles, each one of your nerves perked up in attention and your clit engorged against his finger, meanwhile his mouth kept on kissing your skin, your robe slightly falling over his nose as he worshipped your body.

His index tickling your clit was slowly making you want to release, you didn’t touch yourself before, so you were very sensitive and he knew it, he was watching the way your liquids were falling from your core and painting your lips with a shining look, your clit was now red and throbbing, your stomach stiffening against the backrest of the couch and the blood was slowly falling in your brain, clouding your thoughts.

Yixing watched as you suddenly clenched and took away his finger, his hand falling down hard on the other buttcheek, waking you up and letting you face the reality: he didn’t let you cum.

He stood up and you whined a little keeping on clenching on nothing, trying to find some release over the air. ❝Stand up❞ he commanded and took you by the hips, making you fall on your feet.

Daddy❞ you whimpered without voice, already too exhausted from the teasing. You looked around a little bit shocked not finding Yixing and then saw that he already was in front of the French window in the room, his pants were off and his underwear too, his member was tall in the air, fingers stroking it and coating it in precum as he was watching you, you nipples perked and the robe untied, your womanhood red and throbbing for him.

Come here, kitten❞ he whispered looking at your face, his eyes slowly falling on your chest ❝come here and let daddy take care of you❞ he licked his lips ❝let daddy remember how good you are

Without thinking you walked slowly to him, your legs trembling, but stalking sensually, his eyes following their length as if he was watching some sort of model walk to him, ready to give him her body. He looked at you as if you were his goddess, he always did it, even in normal occasions. He loved to look at you, admire you, he loved to play with your image, imagining things, doing things.

When you finally arrived in front of him he placed his hands over your shoulders, his fingers caressing your skin, going down, but without taking your robe away with his touch. Your neck fell backwards and your lis parted, his fingers were vonom against your skin. He bent down and kissed you, his tongue shoving into your mouth even before your lips latched, his hands fell over your breasts. His fingers started to play with your nipples almost in sync with the way his tongue was playing with your mouth.

Yixing❞ you called breathless, but he turned you around again and shoved you against the window, you right cheek, your tummy and your breasts pressed against the cold surface.

Baby❞ he smiled behind you, his hands coming to separate your nipples from the window, playing with them ❝now everybody is going to see my babygirl naked❞ he murmured, his smokey breath tickled your neck, before his teeth collided with your shoulder, biting down a little. In the same moment his right hand pinched hard your nipple, making you cry out.

Now everybody is going to see how well I fuck you, huh?❞ he teased, his member rubbed against your ass, it was hard and boiling, the tip was wet as it slid between your buttcheeks for a second, making you gasp in surprise. ❝But it’s okay, right?

You smiled a little, you knew what he was doing, he wanted certainty and you were the only one who could give it to him, because even if he played the CEO part, you still had him in your hands, he was yours and yours to play with.

Yes, daddy❞ you giggled and you could tell that he knew you were amused. His hands slid down from your red and abused breasts to your sides, caressing your skin between his fingers, letting the length of your sides slid down his palms.

Why is it okay, then?❞ he smiled back at you, his hands stopping at your hips and his member sliding down, his tips started to poke at your entrance. He was coating himself in your juices, just like he always loved.

You opened your lips when his tip finally entered you. ❝Because I’m yours, daddy

He hummed, his member sliding into you slowly, your core accepting his thick meat, relaxing against him.

Right, so when other men look at you and want you what do you do?❞ he grumbled holding up his hand to keep the robe out of the way and see his member being eaten by your cunt. You opened your mouth to answer, but with short and strong movements he started to thrust into you, with you literally jumping on his manhood, your breasts hitting against the window, but you couldn’t care less. Probably anyone could pass in front of your house and see you being fucked by Yixing, but that was not your problem, because now your problem was Zhang Yixing himself.

His member was thicker than usual, he probably didn’t cum in some days, so he was harder than ever, his balls were slapping against your womanhood, almost touching your throbbing and hurting clit. Your mouth was parted and what started as whimpers and mewls were now turning into light screams, whining and the sound of his skin slapping against your was making you wetter than ever.

What do you do?❞ he muttered in a threatening tone, both of his hands let your hips and one circled your throat, meanwhile the other squeezed your right breasts. The stimulation was way too much, and you already rejected an orgasm, so when his member started to grow between your walls, you couldn’t help but start to shake in his hands.

I come to you, daddy❞ you tried to answer, your breath caught in your throat as he squeezed it a little. Between your lips whimpers and ❝yes, yes, yes❞ were falling off. This time he didn’t stop when your orgasm exploded in your stomach.

Your body shocked and he slowed down a little, trying to regain his breath. As you screamed at the intensity of the orgasm he let go of your throat and thrusted in you slowly, letting you ride your high. Your body fell in his hands, you were on your feet, yes, but he was making you stand right, your legs were feeling like jelly.

He took his member out of you, he went down and his hands circled your legs as he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder as if you weighted nothing for him, and you weren’t surprised, he only got stronger since the first time you met him. You raised your head a little to see where he was taking you, your body felt limp from the strong orgasm, you never had such a strong reaction in your life, maybe having sex three or four times per day wasn’t the best thing to do in your couple life.

You flinched as he let you down on the kitchen table, your covered back touching the cool surface of the white table, your legs were spread in front of him and his hands were caressing your thighs.

His eyes were dark over your body, he was admiring you again, he was printing your body and your face in his mind, so that if he had to leave again alone he would have remembered that moment.

You, naked, spread, wet, exhausted, but still hungry for him and his member. He smiled tiredly and you smiled back at him, your hands went up to comb your fingers between your hair in a tired movement, showing him that you wanted to sleep, but the throbbing clit between your legs was telling him otherwise.

He moved a little, now between your legs, his length was now resting over your clit and your forehead scrunched in surprise, your lips parting shocked. He started to move slightly, his member was grinding over your wetness, feeling hard against your clit and rubbing it just right.

From your lips whimpers were making the air hot, but from his lips grunts and whines were making you feel hot and bothered. Your clit orgasm was just behind the door, but his was even closer. His tip was red, but he was already spilling, his cum slowly coming in and out of his tip, the veins around his length were blue and his skin was as red as your cheeks.

Baby, daddy is gonna cum, okay?❞ he asked trying to hold back, his chest puffed out. You purred in response and he quickly shoved his member inside of you. Your walls embraced it, you were feeling everything, now hypersensitive from the previous orgasm and from the new one, his veins were rubbing against you and were making your way too sensitive.

He thrusted harder than he ever did and you slid a hand down to your engorged clit, massaging it with fervor in hard and strong circles. He dropped his forehead against your stomach and opened his lips in a silent scream as he cummed inside of you, filling your womb with his warm liquid, making you feel full again. Your legs curled against his form as you came a second time, crying out shamelessly as you shocked a couple of times against him. His clit was now finally reducing, letting you come back to reality.

Reality where Yixing was watching you with his softened member inside of you and his chin on your tummy.

You’re beautiful❞ he chuckled as he eyed the necklace with his initials, just one of the marks that told people that you were his. You sighed in content, your hands finding his hair.

Please don’t leave me again for such a long time❞ you begged in a whisper, but he heard it, because he always listens to you.

He raised his head and left your cunt, his cum flowing out of you, rejected by your womb, even if you loved its warmth. He took your face in his hands, his eyes serious on you ❝I won’t, baby. I’m not gonna leave you anymore, I couldn’t even sleep. If you’re not coming with me I won’t go anywhere❞ he kissed you slowly. ❝But now let’s take a shower and then let’s eat something, I’m starving

He raised himself from you and gave you his hand, helping you down the table. You looked down at your feet a little bit disgusted seeing the white liquid dirtying the floor. ❝I have to wash this before Lixue comes tomorrow or she’ll guess what we did❞ you muttered closing the robe around your body.

Now that your man was happy you could both go to sleep. You didn’t even notice that he still had his shirt on.

It’s not like she doesn’t know❞ he laughed waiting for you at the stairs, you walked to him and smiled at his happy face. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing Yixing all happy and smily.

Oh my gosh how I missed you, Mr Zhang❞ you giggled jumping a little and circling his neck to kiss him jokingly on the lips. One, two, three times, quickly, just to see his smile appear again and again.

I missed you too, my love


actually i was thinking about writing an ol series over this, starting from the beginning, so when they met ecc ecc. let me know tho !
- velvet