#and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a young person^tm who dresses like a young person^tm. it's just weird because for most of

[opalsiren]

roasting the season three wedding outfits

during my ranking of every dress that rikki wears on h2o i had an epiphany: everyone at sam and don’s wedding in season three looks like crap. i would even go so far as to say that sam was the only person to look good at her own wedding. this post will mostly consist of me being petty and pointing fingers at the costume design team for squandering the opportunity to style their mains for a wedding, offering alternatives to the, ahem, choices that were made when dressing cleo, rikki, and bella. i tried to keep my selections consistent with early 2010s fashion while also in keeping with the personal style of each girl

again credit to the homies at h2o wiki for sourcing many of the below images. as always click for better views since tumblr hates its userbase. let the roast begin! we’re starting with...

cleo’s salmon dress

cleo’s fit is not the worst offender in this category by any means. however given how drop dead gorgeous phoebe tonkin is, it’s a pity that she pissed off the costume team enough sometime prior to this episode that they chose to enact revenge on by putting her in this… whatever this is. lewis’s lovestruck expression as she walks down the stairs never fails to amuse me during rewatches. the dress is ill-fitting, sitting way too low on the bust, shapeless, and poorly styled in general; what is up with the hairdo which is more mako mermaids than mature, sophisticated young adult? seriously, no eighteen year old would be caught dead with their hair styled in such a distinctly juvenile fashion. this critique also extends to the dress itself which suits teenage kim more than her elder sister. i’m not saying that cleo should have shown more skin or worn six inch heels, but something a little more grown up wouldn’t have gone amiss. i’m not mad at the salmon pink against cleo’s colouring, but the costume team have long since established greens and purples as cleo’s soul colours. this is not to say that she shouldn’t be allowed to wear any other colour. still i would have killed to see her in some jewel tones like either one of these choices:

coral pink monstrosity aside, cleo would slay in something like the purple dress with lace and ruffle detailing pictured above. it plays into her penchant for 70s boho and would absolutely suit the beachy vibe of the wedding. a simple updo and strategic accessories would really elevate the look (plus it comes in teal green too if that’s more your thing!). alternatively she would also rock this peacock green, grecian-inspired number. it suits the understated simplicity of cleo’s style, and would play up her pretty green eyes too. next!

rikki’s royal blue dress

i won’t spend a ton of time on this one since i thoroughly eviscerated it back in my ranking all of rikki’s dresses post. the tl;dr is that the colour and shape are unflattering, and even season three rikki would absolutely refuse to wear a dress with a giant bow on the front. i offered some edgier seafoam green alternatives for rikki in the aforementioned post, but our girl has a number of absolutely iconic red dresses throughout the series so i thought i’d style her in something similar this time ‘round:

above left is an obvious callback to season one’s red dress; the ruffle feature at the bodice is almost an inverse of the detailing at the hem of its predecessor. the dress isn’t too overly ostentatious, but the traffic-stopping red just screams rikki. my other choice, a hi-lo one-shoulder dress with, you guessed it, ruffle detailing, is also inspired by the iconic season one red dress. it has just enough edge to be rikki-approved but is still feminine and elegant. last and possibly least is...

bella’s black and white dress

i once said that rikki’s blue dress was my villain origin story. at the time i was joking, but this might actually be true of bella’s dress. bella, baby, i’m so sorry they did you like this. there is just… nothing redeeming about this look whatsoever, from the weird earrings and weirder bangle to the skirt which belongs on a toddler’s dress to the pattern that belongs on that of a much older woman. while the others look quite juvenile, bella’s look is simultaneously giving immaturity AND fifty-year-old art teacher who shops exclusively at desigual. why is it so difficult to style teenagers in an age-appropriate fashion? also, wearing a white dress to another woman’s wedding is nothing short of sacrilege, even if said said dress isn’t fully white. i will say that the fit is slightly better than rikki and cleo’s dresses. still this entire look is a letdown given that bella wears some of the best dresses in h2o canon. she’s my least fave mermaid but girl does rule in the style stakes. furthermore, indiana evans is such a beauty that she could pull off almost anything, but this just ain’t it, chief. my picks are:

bella wears a number of blue dresses in the series, and the aqua blue dress above is nothing short of striking. she loves a strapless moment and the silhouette is pretty too. however it’s mostly the colour that sells me on this dress for bella. aquamarine would match her eyes and crystal necklace, as well as complement her complexion beautifully. my other selection is a chiffon maxi dress in bright coral orange, a colour that we don’t see bella in much of but which would suit her perfectly nonetheless. it’s both beach wedding- and age-appropriate too!

what did you think of my selections? did you like how the girls were styled at the wedding, or would you have made better life choices? should we have gotten a cutesy shopping montage? is sam roberts the one saving grace of season three? does cleo deserve a hug for putting together her dad’s entire wedding in her final year of school while the love of her life is strongly considering fucking off to america? sound off in the notes!

[rayshippouuchiha]

Patron deity au. Someone has to work with Aizawa during a case and is just like "god this dude, who could even stand him in a personal relationship. He's so uptight (blah,blah,blah,etc, you get the idea)"

Aizawa, going home to his deity spouse and their 20+ kids and extreme amount of pets. "I haven't known peace in years and at this point I think I would hate it."

Oh yeah this would take place into the future of the verse and it'd be delightful:

Some rookie cop or young non-UA hero who recently relocated to Musutafu ends up working with Shouta on a case and absolutely does not know What's Up(TM).

And no one in the entire station plans on telling them. It's hands down funnier to watch them learn the truth on their own and they, to be frank, kind of deserve to be knocked down a few pegs.

(Because let's face it, by this point Ichigo is a well-known Musutafu cryptid and worship may or may not have spread out into the city itself thanks to the students. And although UA remains Ichigo's stronghold time finds him growing stronger and stronger as time passes. And Aizawa is Aizawa and thus is also a cryptid on his own.)

But this young non-Musutafu native just can't stand Aizawa/Eraserhead. He absolutely rubs this dude the wrong way.

Aizawa comes across as so straightlaced and fucking brutal when it comes to picking out flaws in plans. The only showboating he puts up with is when Mic is feeling dramatic and the only cowboying he doesn't immediately shut down is when Snipe is close by.

(Ichigo with all of his Ichigo-ness doesn't count in Shouta's eyes because there's some idiot hero or cop thinking they're invincible and then there's Ichigo. And those are very much two different situations. Besides, Shouta is a lot of things but the only time he's interested in fighting a literal force of nature is when Ichigo and him spar, mainly because he knows exactly how that's going to end.)

So when this baby-transplant finally figures out through pieced together overheard conversations that Aizawa is married??

Oh they are absolutely beside themselves. Who the fuck would marry that boring asshole? Dude has the energy and expression of a corpse.

Then, one day, after Aizawa has reamed them out for, once again, getting ahead of themselves on this case, they stomp out into the lobby of the station and immediately freeze.

Because the lobby is full of faces they recognize. There's Deku and Shouto standing huddled beside each other. Ground Zero and Creati are also there as well as Ingenium II and a few other faces they recognize. All members of the infamous 2-A, the UA class everyone says is going to absolutely destroy the hero rankings the moment they graduate. (There are even rumors that they're already messing with them and that Deku specifically has been ranking higher and higher each time despite not technically being eligible yet.)

But what really catches their attention is the man leaning against the wall. Dressed in an old fashion black yukata that's been left to gape open at the neck, arms folded across his chest, long vibrant orange hair pulled up into a high tail, and bright eyes watching over the gathered students, he's obviously a hero of some kind and he is, more importantly, absolutely gorgeous.

There's nothing on earth that could or would stop them from stepping forward and introducing themselves.

Not even the way the 2-A members seem to look between themselves, back at baby-transplant, and then towards the orange-haired man and immediately start snickering.

They slide up to the man's side, shoulders pulled back and chin tilted up proudly, and introduce themselves. Hero name first, of course.

"Hmm," the man hums, vibrant and kind of unsettling eyes cutting in their direction "you can call me, Kurosaki."

It's not the warm reception they were hoping for but it's better than nothing. They're willing to put in the work.

So they stand there chatting at Kurosaki for a bit before the door to the lobby swings open again.

They barely bite back a groan of irritation when Aizawa steps out into the lobby and heads towards the front desk but nothing stamps down the sneer that immediately crawls across their face.

"Someone you don't like?" Kurosaki abruptly asks, seemingly taking interest in the conversation for the first time.

"Just a complete asshole," they don't hesitate to throw Aizawa under the bus. "Some no-name Underground Hero who thinks he knows better than everyone else. If he was that good he'd be Limelight."

"Underground Heroes are important," Kurosaki points out mildly.

"Of course," they back peddle just a bit. "But that guy's just a cold fish. Doesn't have an ounce of the passion I do for anything as far as I've seen."

"Oh I bet," Kurosaki hums, mouth pulled up slightly at one corner.

Aizawa picks that moment to turn in their direction. He looks at the 2-A students first (who have all, for some reason, huddled together and now seem to be passing money between them) and then towards where they and Kurosaki are standing.

"Oh great," they huff as he starts in their direction. "Hopefully I can get rid of him fast and then, if you'd like, I'd love to take you out to talk some more?"

Aizawa's there before Kurosaki gets a chance to reply.

"Planning a date?" Aizawa asks, dead eyes staring into their face.

"What's it to you?" They snap back. "Pissed because you'll never get one?"

"Pretty sure my chances are better than yours," Aizawa states blandly, hands tucked into his pockets and shoulders slouched like always.

Aizawa turns towards Kurosaki then, ignoring the way they sputter.

"What'd you say?" Aizawa asks.

"Hmm," Kurosaki hums again. "Not sure my husband would like that, me going on a date with some stranger. Might not be worth it"

Disappointment immediately slides down their spine because of course Kurosaki, as gorgeous as he is, is married.

But at least this means they get to see Aizawa flame out too.

"Don't know about that," Aizawa unexpectedly says. "Bet I could convince you."

"Oh," Kurosaki murmurs, low and almost intimate, "you're welcome to try."

And then Aizawa takes a step forward to crowd into Kurosaki's space and they can only watch in some kind of horror as Aizawa kisses Kurosaki.

It's deep and intimate, absolutely not something meant to happen in the middle of a police station lobby.

It takes too long for the kiss to break even as the 2-A members hoot and holler just a bit in the background, something about "Sensei and Ichi-nii are at it again".

They're beginning to believe they might have missed something here.

"How was that?" Aizawa asks when he finally breaks the kiss, something unexpectedly smug in his expression. "Not bad for a cold fish huh?"

And that's the exact moment they realize Aizawa must have heard every single thing they've ever said about him behind his back.

"Well," Kurosaki says, face flushed and lips just a bit swollen, "guess there's a reason I married you after all huh?"

They don't bother to stick around after that. Instead, they turn tail and head out onto the street.

That was more than enough humiliation for one day for them.

[slightlymore]

I’m both

Genre: One-shot | Smut Pairing: Taeyong x Fem Reader Warnings: Spanking, light bondage, unprotected  Word count: 3.8K Summary: Taeyong gets invited to your family’s New Year party. Described as a sweet, caring and shy person, you underestimate him big time

Note: this was so hARD to write, these days I’m out of fuel (I respect the literate community but it ain’t me), I also went through multiple mental breakdowns lol :) so I hope it’s any good (roast me in the tags, send me a diss, fight me in a parking lot) 

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“He’s the kindest young man I’ve ever met; every parent would want a child like him,” said your mother while finishing to set the table. You hummed as to indicate that you were listening but weren’t that interested. Your hands were busy folding red and gold napkins for the New Year Eve party your family was hosting.

Every year your family would host a small party with all the extended family, neighbours and friends. That year you’ve been more busy than usual (mostly mentally) since your mother thought that it would be wonderful to invite over the couple that she and your father met during the summer break while being on a vacation. They are wonderful people, she’s been saying for months now, and it would be a shame to not maintain the friendship, she added. Moreover, their son was being described as this Perfect Son TM, responsible, kind, smart, funny, thoughtful and incredibly good-looking. You sighed. You weren’t a perfect daughter, but you’ve never made your parents sad or angry. People have always complimented you on what a good child you were, and the appearance of this new Good Child made you anxious and jealous. “Did I tell you he’s absolutely gorgeous?” asked your mother as she finished to place the last decorations and was admiring them with hands on the hips. You took in a deep breath trying to not roll your eyes. “Yes, mom. He’s the best-looking man you’ve ever seen in your whole life” you replied. She looked over at you while frowning a bit. “Oh, come on, Y/N. There’s no reason to feel all this dread. I’m not setting you up with him. I just think it would be nice for you to become friends” she said. As she has said in other countless situations. Every situation in which your mom tried to “befriend you with this great boy” revealed itself to be a big failure. You shrugged. “I’m not feeling any dread, mom. It’s just not necessary for me to be all that excited to meet a guy. It’s just whatever”. Oh, and you were so wrong. It was not whatever at all. Most invitees were already scattered around the house when the doorbell rang for the millionth time that evening. You were the butler for the night, so you put on your best (fake) smile to greet the new guests, again. But it soon disappeared from your face as you saw your parents’ new friends. You weren’t expecting any of it. You didn’t know what to do. First of all, he (HE) didn’t look as you were anticipating. Like, at all. Is this the good boy people were talking about? Looking like that? You tried to look over at your mom, as the family entered the house one by one greeting you, as to telepathically tell her that “Mom! He has bright red hair and 20 piercings!” but she didn’t see you. “Mom! He has a split eyebrow!” you yelled in your own head as you shook his hand. But as he looked at you, with round and innocent eyes, and smiled while saying his name, Taeyong, you got confused. He was wearing a black, velvet suit and shiny shoes. His cheeks were a little bit red, maybe from the cold, maybe from being timid, and you relaxed a bit. As he turned around and kissed your mom on the cheeks, you saw him as your mother described him, sweet and cute as a child. You closed the door behind you and followed them, quite dizzy. Grabbing a drink, as they did, you tried to not stare. He didn’t look at all like you imagined. Not that he looked bad. He looked absolutely ethereal. For once, your mom wasn’t messing around and was right. He was definitely the best-looking man you’ve ever seen in your whole life. But his looks and his personality didn’t match at all. You found that rather charming and you acknowledged that you were intrigued. Taeyong’s voice was deep and pleasant and he and his parents showered you all with compliments on the food, the decorations and thanked for the invitation. They have never visited your city and were pleasantly surprised by how pretty it was. “Our Y/N, did most of the house decorations by herself,” said your grandfather, making you jerk your head into his direction. You were probably staring at Taeyong. “You mean, handmade them?” asked him, impressed, by looking at your grans first, then at you. Your family proudly said that yes, you handmade most of them and you opened your mouth as to say something as well but didn’t know what to add. “They are very good. You might as well sell them” commented Taeyong’s dad. You smiled at the compliment and thanked him. The conversation then moved around the room leaving you alone. You walked around hoping that Taeyong would come to talk to you, but he didn’t. You could see that he was glancing often in your direction and you understood that he was too shy to approach you first. At a certain point during the evening, you managed to move finally near him, as you both were munching on food by the buffet and looking awkwardly at the older people making a fool out of themselves. Taeyong was rather endearing. His looks were so intense that you’ve gotten shy as well at first, but his awkwardness gave you a little more confidence to approach him and you started to ask questions. He answered them all and politely asked you some as well. The music was so loud that you had to almost scream into each other’s ears and being so near him made you quite excited. It was probably the champagne talking but you were really bored and Taeyong was so cute that you wanted to have some fun. It was embarrassing and probably rude to assume (even if only in your head), but Taeyong didn’t look like someone who would have had a lot of experience. In fact, he was probably a virgin. “I can show you if you want to,” you said to him as he wondered how the process of crafting decorations went. He looked at you, a little bit taken aback, but then he agreed and followed you upstairs, to your room. You entered chatting away but then stopped as Taeyong went suddenly quiet. Looking behind your shoulder, you could not help yourself but giggle a little as you saw him hesitant to enter. “What’s wrong?” you asked. He was looking around your room with his hands in his pockets, trying to give off a nonchalant look. “Why?” he asked, after finally entering with a deep breath and looking immediately at your shelves, trying to hide his face. You smiled. “No, nothing,” you said in the end. He was really busy making himself concentrate on the objects in your room so he wouldn’t have to look at you. You ended up having to talk to his very attractive backline. You looked at his hair first, then slowly at his neck, his broad shoulders and his long legs. You were about to say something flirty to go on with your plan when he talked before you could. “Like what you see?” he asked. His voice was suddenly low and deep. You winced. He was looking at you through the mirror at his right. You couldn’t believe that he caught you checking him out. How dumb could you be? You were about to laugh it off, sure that he was feeling as embarrassed as you were, but then you noticed his eyes. Those weren’t his usual eyes. The corner of his lips was lifted slightly as to imitate his raised eyebrow. Instead of looking like a deer, he was more like a predator. You gulped. He turned around. “What’s wrong?” he asked, almost lazily, just like you’ve asked just moments before that. He was very confident, almost cocky. He was another person. There was another person in front of you. Relaxed, with hands in his pockets, he tilted his head to the side, observing you. “Your vibe is totally different” you managed to say, hoping that it didn’t sound stupid. He laughed at your comment and for a split second, you could see the shy person that you’ve talked to the whole evening, before being totally overshadowed by this person that you’ve never seen before. “What do you mean? You look a little bit scared. Am I scary?” he asked. “No, not at all. You’re not scary, you’re just different all of a sudden” you tried to explain. “You’re… sexy” you added, hoping it didn’t sound weird. You thought that Taeyong would laugh and blush because you were definitely blushing and didn’t want to feel alone. He was playing. You were sure he was putting on an act to mess with you, just like you were trying to mess with him. He didn’t blush though, nor did he laugh. Or, better, he smirked, yes, he was amused, he liked the compliment a lot, but it didn’t embarrass him. You could see that. As if he knew already. You felt your heart shaking. You didn’t want to admit to yourself before, but Taeyong had such a powerful aura mixed with that soft personality of his, that it gave you confidence. You liked it when he was hesitant and shy to enter your room and you felt superior. You had no idea he had that other side to him, and you weren’t sure about your confidence anymore. “You’ve been checking me out all night. It’s flattering, coming from you” he complimented you as well. “Do you want to see how I did the decorations?” you blurted out, before realizing how stupid your change of subject was. You walked past him like wind and opened your crafting kit. He accepted the change in dialogue and didn’t add anything, he just got closer. Hoovering a bit over you he tried to look at what you were holding. “It’s actually very easy, you just have to…” you started to explain but froze as his fingers lightly brushed against your arm and shoulders. “Your dress strap fell” he explained in a low voice. His fingers were slightly colder than your body and you got goosebumps all over your skin. You forgot what you were about to say. “You just have to…?” Taeyong asked, seeing you silent. “Uhm…” you hummed uncertainly. Taeyong’s breath tickled your ear as he chuckled. “Am I making you nervous, Y/N?” he asked in vain, as you both knew the answer to that. “It’s funny how you brought me up here, hoping to make me feel nervous when in reality you’re the nervous one” he commented. You shut your eyes for a brief second trying to swallow the embarrassment of being found out. “What are you talking…” you tried to ask but couldn’t continue as he spoke over you, accompanying his voice with his hand on the small of your back. “What did you want to do to me?” he asked. You took in a deep breath. The same hand that fixed your dress strap just moments before, was the same that delicately made it fall again. Your goosebumps were back, and you shivered even more than before. Taeyong smiled. “You’re very sensitive” he commented, appreciative. “I’m curious to see how your body will react when I do this” he added as he placed the softest kiss to your exposed shoulder. You looked over it to watch him. One strand of hair fell out of his styled fringe covering his eyes that he promptly directed on yours. His gaze was dark but amused at your reaction. His plump lips hoovered over your skin for a little after kissing it. Your own lips were partially open when he quickly shortened the distance between your faces and even if you were expecting it, it still took you by surprise. It was a hot kiss, nothing to do with awkwardness and inexperience. His hands, placed on the small of your waist, slowly caressed your back up until reaching the top of your dress zip. You broke off the kiss to breathe at the same time as your dress started to fall gently off your body. The room was heated but you suddenly felt cold and tried to stop yourself from shivering. It was impossible though, as Taeyong’s fingertips were drawing intricated figures on your skin. You held firmly onto the edge of the desk in front of you, arching your back under his touch and closing your eyes. His hands didn’t stop for a second, endlessly feeling you, trying to find the spots that most make you jolt, before settling to your ass and grabbing it hard. You let out a low mm. “Do you like it rough?” he asked. His voice was low and amused. You looked over your shoulder again with a quickened breath. “Yes,” you replied. His pupils shook slightly at your honesty. Then he spanked you once. Hard. Then once again. The whine that escaped your mouth was louder than you intended so you quickly bit your lower lip. Your bra suddenly got replaced by his hands as he pressed you harshly against his body, pulling you close. You let your head fall on his shoulder as Taeyong hungrily pressed his face into your neck, kissing and biting every centimetre. His hands were restlessly squeezing your breasts and pinching your hard nipples. You could feel him pulsing against your ass, so you let your hand fall behind you and stroked him with your palm. He indulged a few seconds into the sensation before grabbing your hand by the wrist, turning you around and pushing you on the bed. You gasped surprised as you landed on the mattress, not expecting it, then propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Taeyong was at the end of the bed, smirking and taking off his jacket before delicately putting it on the chair behind him. Turning to face you again, he slowly opened his wrist buttons, almost if putting on a show for you to watch, and as slowly he rolled one sleeve first then the second, exposing his strong forearms. It was nothing, but it drove you insane as if he suddenly stripped of every piece of clothing he was wearing. Again, as slowly as before, he unbuckled his belt, but as he did with the shirt, he wasn’t intending of taking off his pants. With a fluid movement, he straddled over your legs and slowly made his way up to reach your arms. Your back hit the bed as he took your hands into his. He pressed his lips onto your wrists giving them sweet kissed before tying them up with his belt. You jolted a bit and hissed through your teeth as the rough material bruised your skin. He then proceeded to place them over your head delicately and hoovering over you he got as close as to whisper: “Don’t move”. Your chest was rising and falling quickly. You were a little afraid but so very excited by the unknown. “What are you going to do?” you asked. Taeyong didn’t reply and instead got back on his feet, admiring his work pleased. His eyes traced the line of your body, every curve, before stopping at your closed legs. He clicked his tongue as if disapproving. “Open up for me, love, would you?” he commanded. You breathed in, deeply, before slowly opening your thighs, completely exposed in front of him. He licked his lips at the view. His gaze was so strong that you were feeling as if he was already touching you. And after a whole minute of moving and fidgeting you were wondering why he wasn’t touching you already. “What’s wrong, babe?” he smiled, almost innocently. A wolf wearing a sheep mask. He was laughing at how needy you were. You puffed irritated but also amused. You had no idea how you ended up in that situation. Taeyong was supposed to lay almost naked under you while you teased him to death, definitely not the other way around. How the tables have turned. “Don’t be a coward and touch me” you finally spoke. Taeyong raised his eyebrows while pointing at his face. “Me? A coward?” he asked. You raised your chin provokingly. “Mama’s boy is afraid of some pussy? Is this the first one you see?” you teased him. He scoffed, incredulous and with a quick movement he teared up your frail, lace panties. You opened your mouth as to breath in but instead, a loud moan came out of it as he buried his face into you. He didn’t bother to get down on you and preferred to lift you up by your waist to meet his hungry tongue. You threw your head deeper into the pillows and closed your eyes. Your toes were curling at every millimetre of skin Taeyong tasted, rough and fervent. Oh fuck, you whined. Taeyong’s tongue drew quick and wet circles around your clit, then between your folds and deeper inside you, then out, then sucking hard, alternating kitty licking and hard tasting. His head then raised up from you and he let go of you. Your back hit the mattress with a muffled sound. You were out of breath and your wrists hurt badly as you tugged at the belt trying to lunge for the blanket underneath you. But Taeyong didn’t let you rest. He grabbed your legs hard and raised them up. Your thighs were touching your stomach as he roughly caressed them with his palms before directing them underneath you to hold onto you. He quickly made his way between your lips again, this time slower, sliding his tongue across your core a few times then adding his fingers to the action, rubbing onto your clit as his tongue proceeded to make you flinch every second. Your moans intensified as he switched and finally slipped them inside of you while his mouth erotically worked you up. “You’re driving me crazy with those whimpers of yours,” he said with a deep voice while following with the tongue the outline of your pussy. You moaned violently again as he arched his fingers inside of you, his mouth full of you. That sweet torture didn’t have to last long. With a last rub, the burning sensation spread across your whole body, through your blood, up to your head, leaving you all shaking and panting. With not a single ounce of force in your limbs, you looked at how your legs slid around Taeyong’s body until reaching the mattress. And that’s when you saw his smiling while smacking his lips like after a delicious meal. His eyes told you that it wasn’t over. You whined as he grabbed you by the waist and quickly turned you around. Your face was pressed against the pillows, your arms still stretched painfully over your head, your chest squished under you, your legs parted and your ass up. Taeyong hummed pleased rubbing his hand all over your buttocks, thighs and lower back. “Taeyong… I can’t take it anymore” you managed to say. He looked at you with furrowed brows as if concerned. “Oh no, what do we do?” he asked playfully. “I shall go then” he added trying to get up from the bed. “No” you stopped him. “No” you added more softly. “Please, just untie my hands” you asked. He thought about it for a second as he probably felt sorry for you. He got closer and tugged at your wrists. You rested on your side while he untied the belt looking at his face. His lips were red and swollen as he passed the tip of his tongue wetting them. You didn’t wait any longer. As your hands were free you pushed him down into the mattress and straddled him to keep him down. The surprised look on his face delighted you and made you laugh. “You’re finally mine” you whispered as you started to dry hump him on top of his pants. He looked up at you trying to talk back but the words got stuck into his throat at the sensation. He closed his eyes and started to breathe heavily. The fabric rubbing your already raw clit drove you insane and you didn’t have any force in your arms anymore. After a few seconds, you let yourself rest on his chest. Taeyong, getting a hold of himself, unbuttoned his pants, finally releasing his throbbing cock and directing it towards your core. You buried your face into his shoulder with a moan as it easily slid into you filling you up and stretching you good. He didn’t wait a single moment and wrapping his arms around your body he started to thrust hard. You let out a cry and between groans he hushed you, incessantly caressing your ass and back and pushing you against his hard body. Your nipples were rubbing up and down his shirt and you were feeling oversensitive, a whole mess. Taeyong let go of your waist and sliding his hands up he wrapped them up around your neck then on your cheeks. A few strands of his hair were stuck on his sweaty forehead as he was pounding deep into you. You supported yourself up as much as you could by placing your arms around his head making it easy for him to reach your breast. He didn’t miss the hint and started to suck on them while letting out husky moans. Eager to add to the pleasure you started to lightly tense the muscles around his cock making him swear. Out of control he threw his head on the pillows and grabbed ass hard, spanking it, leaving red marks. All your nerves were awake and burning. As you broke down, trembling from head to toe on top of him, he didn’t stop, quick and hungry until you felt his warm cum fill you up. Both panting, you slid off him slowly and rested on your back with not an ounce of force. Taeyong’s chest continued to rapidly rise and fall until finally settling down to a normal pace. He then zipped his pants and got up from the bed. You looked over at him as he walked towards the mirror and checking himself up, he tried his best to style up his hair like before. He then looked at you, still a mess, as he unrolled his sleeves and buttoned them up. His gaze was relaxed and his smile tired, almost shy. With a fluid movement he wore his jacket back and walking towards the bed, he hovered over you and surprisingly kissed your lips softly. Trying to get up again, you stopped him by lightly tugging at his collar. “Which one are you really?” you asked in a whisper. He looked at you sweetly. His cheeks were rosy from fatigue and you wondered, maybe slight embarrass. “I’m both” he replied with a smile before leaving.

[smarti-at-smogwarts]

12 Character Facts-Marti Venturi

Marti responds very well to encouragement/constructive criticism and really badly to negative criticism /reactions. Because of this her best grade is Charms and her worse is potions even after she gets a better handle on how to deal with the latter form of criticism. Teachers have as much an effect on her as how hard the material is. 

 Transfiguration is a mixed bag but it ends up being surprisingly good. The material’s hard but McGonagall picks up on her responding well to praise rather easily. 

While Marti’s most well music preferences  known mirror her brother’s taste ( old rock bands from the time Jacob was around) she acquires a bit of a taste for pop and contemporary music.

While Marti loves using the baby card ( tm) to not get in trouble/get a yes out of her parents and siblings but also...sometimes wishes she wasn’t the very last of three-turned-five children. A lot of the over protection (especially when it leads to her not being allowed to handle things or being told things bc they think she’s too young)  can get grating for her even if she knows it’s tied to Jacob’s loss and so can’t find it in her to complain much. Though she does gripe to Rowan once that “it’s kind of like I have Five people all older than me-count them, five and... if they thought I’d get upset about rain they’d go out of their way to make sure I couldn’t see the sky turn grey and it’s nice I guess but then...then I’d just get wet”) As the plot with the vaults continue she becomes rather selective  with what she tells her dad and siblings about it because of it 

Somewhat related to that, Marti’s dad didn’t exactly explain much about Jacob’s disappearance since she was so young when it happened. He was trying to protect her, and thought dwelling on it would just hurt her. it all led to Marti not understanding why  her brother wasn’t coming back ( or why they sealed his room off for a while or why they didn’t talk about him anymore or why Ed came back from school looking more and more upset every year, or why her mom and dad weren’t talking to each other much unless it was about her and Ed)  but knowing it none the less. 

Ed didn’t talk to her about it either but more because he wouldn’t talk about Jacob period to anyone due to how painful it was. All of this really fed the idea that she couldn’t  speak about Jacob  ( which her dad would never say that but again they don’t talk. She doesn’t ask. He doesn’t say it. ) Rowan was the first person she really talked about Jacob with. 

She adapted really  well to her parents being separated and her dad marrying again. She’s kind of just a really adaptable person. It’s one of her Slytherin traits. 

When she was little ( like a babie ) Jacob tended to respond to her inquiries as to why people might have certain reactions to her dad raising them after her parents split with “no honey, it’s not weird they’re just idiots” and which Ed also did after Jacob went missing when people had similar reactions to their blended family which kind of formed this idea to her  that there was absolutely nothing weird about her family and everyone who might think so were just in the wrong. 

She does pick up on it being something people have certain reactions to though. (”I’m ten Eddie, not dumb”) and because of this almost every time she makes a new friend she sort of....will offhandedly mention “yeah my step-mom” or “yeah my step-sisters are” or “well I visit my mom next weekend but this week I’m with my dad and Nora” and wait for a reaction while pretending she’s not...waiting for a reaction. 

She eats breakfast with her siblings or if not lunch if not dinner ( always at least one meal) and cares very little about being told she should sit with her house like  “what are you doing?” “it’s called sitting :)” “sit somewhere else” “No <3-so anyways Eddie...”

Marti’s dueling style is -predictably- sneaky and a bit on the aggressive side. The sneaky she comes by naturally as a Slytherin and it’s what she’ll always start off on. The offensive/aggressive part of it comes more from the  fact that a lot of her train of thought when faced with an opponent is “im smaller than them so the moment a window pops up to land a hit you take it” which again is sort of...how you think when you’re the youngest of a large family. She tries to disable opponents/end duels as fast as possible. 

She likes both wizard clothes and muggle clothes equally and overall likes bright colors,  and prefers skirts and dresses ( and robes) she can twirl around in.