#*disapears due to embarrassment*

[yoon-ji-hoo]

What do they say about drummers?

You do not know?! I have to be the one to tell you?!

Okay, but you asked.

Drummers, as you probably know, are all about rhythm. They spend hours perfecting their timing, coordination, and groove. And studies have shown that rhythmic ability can actually be linked to sexual prowess~

So, remember, every-time you practice you’re improving that “pound town” skill.

Love ya!

Bye~

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s. 

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.” 

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together. 

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move. 

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest. 

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again. 

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink. 

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach. 

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!” 

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you. 

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?” 

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.” 

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look  the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders,  burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure. 

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

 It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki. 

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?” 

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~” 

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!” 

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.” 

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing. 

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk. 

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss. 

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple. 

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes,  Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions. 

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

[bronwiebear-brad]

Somebody to you - 1/3.

Warnings: this fictional story will include mature content, language, and themes including but not limited to violence and nsfw content. Storie line before covid. The male lead bears no likeness to the real Brad Simpson apart from PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. Please if you’re not confortable with this type of content, do NOT read. You were advised.

A/N: this is my first time writing stuff this big, sorry in advance if you find any mistake and thank you for supporting. Also this was supposed to leave early but tumblr wasn't posting, so sorry for that. Lots of love x.

Wet curls staining the pillow on your lap, as your fingers delicately undid the knots. The television was muted and the only audible sound in the appartment was the calm breaths that came out of his mouth, peacefully sleeping. The small cuts over his eyebrow and nose caught your attention as they started to turn purple. Your mind running along the possible scenarios you've heard from him about what really happened to leave him in this state all beaten up. They were playing over and over again, leaving you awake and wondering what you got yourself into.

The day you moved into your apartment you knew life would change for the best. Third year of college and you've managed to find a nice paid internship. Sure it wasn't the ultimate dream job but helped you paid your bills and live a pretty decent city life out of that crowded university dorm. You got your three girl friends helping you with the boxes the next days in exchange of paid dinner and wine and the night was spent with gossiping and laughing. Not until your friend Jo got glued to the front door of the apartment on her way to get the pizzas, peering through the monocle as she stood on her toes. The rest of the group, Steph and Lizzie, tryed to peek tru the same hole bumping on each other and arguing to be the first to watch the pretty heated make out session in the hallway. 

"Oh that must be my next door neighbour. Brad." You simple said walking back into the living room that was also the kitchen and your work space, since the house was not that big. The three girls following you intrigued and excited to know more about the misterious boy who was literally eating some girl face agaisnt his front door. 

"Just my next door neighbour?" Steph asked taking her previous spot at the couch. 

"He's ...exciting." Jo was the most interested about the boy asking you more details. The other girls gasp excited sitting on the floor ready to listen more about this guy.

"I know his name because the girls he brings home almost everynight shout pretty loud. Just in luck his bedroom is in the oposite wall of my bed." You explained rolling your eyes and the face of the three girls lit up, giggling and begging for more gossip. You’ve met him a few times when he held the front door only exchanging Good Mornins or Good Nights in that thick accent of his that you couldn’t figure out yet. Little they knew that later that night after everyone went home and you stood on the couch trying to get some work done on your computer and got disturbed by loud music and people talking that you got the courage to actually knock on his door. 

“Are you the stripper?”“ A blonde guy with short hair opened the door. He looked at you from head to toe leaving you unconfortable and frowned, a plastic cup on his hand. “Kinda basic if you ask me but you’re cute” He said to someone else inside the house and a few guys laughed. Your cheeks turned red and you tought about aborting the mission.

“I’m not a stripper.” You told him quietly and he laughed loud making you cringe. You weren’t sure anymore if this was a good idea but it was late now. “I’m searching for Brad, please.” 

“Go find him.” The boy rolled his eyes and disapeared out of your sight. He left the front door open and you took your chance to come in. The music got louder and you were pretty sure the neighbours would soon complain. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol made you crunch your nose and besides the people dancing, talking and playing poker by the dinner table, you notice a few smoking some weird stuff. That place look like a frat house and you really wanted to leave as soon as possible.

You noticed him when you got into the kitchen were he was preparing some drinks. His eyes never left his task. You took a change to have a propper look at him and see what the girls were so fuss about. His hair was nicely brushed back and he was wearing some black jeans and a clean white tshirt. His hands worked on the glasses making you notice his rings and how muscular he was. He wasnt that much fit but his body had a nice shape. His cheeks were rosy and the way he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth concentrated made you realise that he was pretty. He was actually very handsome.

 “Are you going to talk or what?” He sounded playfull and sarcastic. When you look at his face after jumping on your spot he was looking directly to you, smiling.

“Hm y-yeah. I-”. You tried to talk but got embarassed for being caught checking him out. Your cheeks started to blush and you hated yourself for that. You were suposed to act mad and cold to complain about the noise that was disturbing your work session.

“Nice pants.” He laughed pointing at your pijama pants. You blushed even more and condemned yourself for not exchanging clothes before leaving the house. When your eyes crossed again you were about to explode. His glance was so intense that he left you with a cold sensation on your belly. Also the wine you took previously was starting to leave your system and the courage too.  

“Thanks.” You displayed a small smile and he blinked at you.

“Anytime. Did you come for the party?” He asked before taking a shot. Your eyes followed his moves and how he placed the glass carefuly back on the table. “Here, have one shot.". He offered you a glass and you were ready to refuse.

“ No and no. I’m here because of the noise actually.”  You said bitting your cheek and expecting him to brust out. Instead he just smiled widely and took the shot he held in his hand.

“Of course." He said sarcastically after passing by you and leaving you alone in the kitchen. You stood there a few seconds in disbelief. Is this guy for real? You tought to yourself.

“What-what do you mean?” You followed him as he passed thru the people and handed them the shots.

“I mean of course you’re here for the noise.” He didn’t bother looking at you. 

“So you’re aware you’re bothering other people” You said frowning. This guy was an assole after all. Predictable. He stop walking and turned to you, smirking.

“Darling, don’t you like to listen good music?” He asked closer to you, due to music.The nickname caught you by surprise. 

“Yeah but-” You tried to explain but he interrupted.

“So you’re welcome” He laughed. His breatth tickling your ear. “Now, have a shot. Please, cortesy of the house.” He grabbed your hand and made you grab the last shot. His hand was still touching yours as you got lost in his boyish smile. Skin on fire and your heartbeat raced as you notice a good song playing in the background. 

“On three, let’s go.”  He started to count, a bottle of beer on his hand that he grabbed from the table while he made eye contact with you. You didn’t knew what got into you because when the count got to an end you took the shot. The green liquid burning your troat and making you frown and cough hard. “Easy, easy take a sip. It’ll ease the burn.” He offered his own beer, raising himself the bottle for you to drink while one hand caressed smothly your back. Your eyes lock on his and he smiled at your red cheeks. 

“Thank you.” You said bitting your lip. This was all so overwhelming and new that you got embarrassed. “I should get going.” You pointed to the door and got ready to leave. 

“I’m (y/n).” You shook his hand and for a minute you both stood in the middle of the living room in silence, skins touching. 

“Wait.” He prevented you from leaving. “I don’t think I know your name. I’m Brad.” He raised an eyebrow and offered his hand to shake. You look at his hand on the air and his face. Should you grab his hand again? You were still recovering from the interaction that happen seconds ago.

Oh fuck it.

It was hard to leave after that but it felt like you ran your way into your apartment. Locking the door behind you and leaning agaisnt it with a goofly smile recovering. 

“So, I’ll see you around, darling.” He said smiling and squeezing your hand slighly.

That nickname again...

The bloody and wounded lower lip, which had begun to swell, contrasted the shape of the curves of his smile. He should smile more. You tought getting a memory of him smiling directly at you in a previous occasion. The smell of soap from the clean clothes you gave him to change invaded your senses and made you  get out of the couch carefully not to wake him. The mess on the bathroom floor caught your attention and since sleep had long been interrupted you decided to clean it up.

As you rub the little drops of blood from the floor tiles you couldn't stop reliving the previous events. The more it went on inside your brain the intensity of the rubbing increased...

A big tud came from the front door. Someone knocking violently and desperately. Making your immediately wake up and get up from the bed.. 

“It's me, open up!". You heard your name being called behind the door. The familiar voice made you open the door in a glance. A tall boy with a mix blond-pink dyed hair and a pierced nose looked surprised that you really opened the door at such hours. It was a long time since the last time you saw him, he sure was diferent. Not leaving you time to ask what he was doing or what was happening he talked frenetic. "It's Brad. He's...". His expression changed intensively and that scared you, even more than before. "He just wants to see you. Keeps saying your name over and over. So I brought him here. I know he doesn't live here anymore but he insisted." He pointed to the stairs and you notice the shade of someone sitting on them. "I hope you don’t mind. I know what happened between you two but". You dind’t had time to process what was happening but he kept explaining. "He's pretty hammered. It's bad." Tris indicated as soon as you passed the front door and headed the familiar shape. Him following you closely.

This wasn't the first time you took care of drunken Brad. A few times during your somehow relation and after heated arguments when he showed up at your door begging and causing a scene. So this wasn't new. You tought to yourself getting angry.

Grunts of pain and curses could be heard in the hall and when you came across the scene your heart sank. There he was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall and clinging to the right side of his ribs. His white shirt stained with drops of blood that you didn’t know if it was his or from others. An almost empty bottle was placed on the floor beside him. He looked in bad shape. Dark spots under his eyes and bigger hair. Reminding you that uncountable times when you asked him to let his hair grow and he would just laughed it off saying he liked it short.

"Oh hey beautifull.." He called you as soon as he saw you. His voice was hoarse and shaky and with a hint of surprise that you were really there. Mixed feelings as he looked at your intire body. He still got an effect on you after 2 months.

"What happened Brad?." You asked cold, kneeling down next to his legs to watch the cuts carefully. Your hands were shaking with nervousness and fear but you tried to hide them in your pockets. Your eyes darting to his hands and seeing purple marks on the knots. Indicating what you fear the most, he was fighting again.

“I broke the asshole into fucking pieces!” He said proudly, his voice echoing in the hall. His breath smelled like alcohol and that made you put the pieces together. He was completely drunk to the point where he couldn't even keep his eyes open or walk properly. “The sucker thought he took me for granted.” He kept talking, his voice was angrier remembering the events. “Nobody fucks with Brad.” He grabbed the bottle and brought it to his mouth drinking what was left of it. When he took it out of his mouth he looked at you smirking. “But not you, angel.” The nickname made your stomach turn. “You can fuck me anytime." He started laughing but stopped right away when his ribs started to hurt.

"Alright let's get you inside." You said moving to help him out of the stairs and preventing the neighbors to call the police about the noise since it was 4 am. Tristan helped you by grabing his left arm while you stood on the right. Loud curses left Brad's mouth as he was obligated to move and somehow walk a few meters until your apartment and into the bathroom.

You turned to Tristan who had a serious expression on his face asking what had happened. He seemed quiet and you assumed he was probably drunk too but at least he was controlling it.

“He fucked up”. Tristan gesture you. “We where at Urban’s pub downtown when Marcus came in with his shitty gang. We had a few bottles already and-” He was interrupted by a loud grount from Brad.

“Tris, shut up” Brad warned his friend with a deadly glare.

“Keep going, Tristan.". You demand to the blonde boy and ignoring the brunette. At this point you just wanted to know how he got into this mess. You took a quick glance to the drunken boy who settled himself on the bathroom floor, back into the tub tiles. A thin line of blood coming out of his nose.

“They came out hard, unnoticed, starting to-” Tristan got interrupted again. This time aggressively.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Brad shout from the floor and his angry voice made you jump. How can someone change so fast from giggly drunk to angry in matter of seconds.

“Mate, she needs to know!” Tristan protested. “Look at your fucking state, you probably need to get to the hospital".

“And you need to get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door. "Leave Tris, I don't need you anymore". He demanded and the blonde looked at you searching for an answer. You stood quiet looking at the interaction not knowing what to say. "Just fucking leave already."

“I..I will get first aid it’s... uh it’s in my kitchen.” You weren't ready to be left alone with him. It all becoming to real and scary. Tristan followed you outside and gave you a apologetic smile before heading out. Telling you to call him if you needed anything and apologizing his friend stubborn ass.

Back into the bathroom you knelled down closer to the boy and opened the aid. Nether of you exchanging words as you took out a few dressings and bandages. Him watching you closely as put some scar cleaning into one of the dressings and handed it to him. His fingers brushed yours slightly making you nervous.

"You might need to get to the hospital." You simple said looking at his face.

“No. I don’t.” He grunted as his hand move to his face to clean himself. The strong pain on his side stopped him and made him cry in pain.

 "Here." You offered your help as you took the dressing out of his hand and carefully applyied it on his eyebrow. Your face coming closer to his. He was looking at you and licked his lips You could feel his hot breath on your face, intoxicating you and making you more and more nervous.

"Don’t be nervous”. It was surprising that he still managed to know you so damn well. He grabbed your hands and that action made you soften a lil. His eyes were less darker than before.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You asked.

"No." His answer made your roll your eyes. Unbelievable this guy was the same after all. “Your hair looks diferent.” He changed the subject but you ignored. 

"I’m going to take your shirt off I want to see your ribs. It might be broken." You demand getting far from him. You were starting to get annoyed by the fact he wasn’t helping you to help him.

"How do you know all of this?" He asked curious while you grabbed the end of the tshirt and lifted it slowly. His necklace falling into his tanned chest and your heart softed seing the silver object still on him.

"My cousin made the whole family took a first-aid course when she was pregnant." You explained analizing his right side. “Doesn’t look broken but i’m going to bind it with plasters to relieve your pain and for you to move better.”.

“Thank you, (y/n).” He tried to grab your hand but you were fast enought to move. “Ouch.” He played offended by your reaction.

“I don’t think you’re in the position of acting offended here.” You weren’t making eye contact with him and that pissed him.

“Look I know I fucked up. I fucked up good. I really did. But here you are helping me. That’s got to mean something.” He said an hint of hope in his voice making you stop what you were doing and look at him frowning. 

“You came into my work and beat my colleague just because he was texting me.” 

“I didn’t beat him.” 

“You’ve threaten him. Agressively.” 

“That’s not beating.” 

“That’s violence.” He stood silent. You knew you had win this one so you continued. “You knew how I felt about you being like that and you ignore it. You didn’t trust me after I told you I didn’t cared. I cared only about you. You were everything.

You could tell he was sobering up slowly. His face changed to regret and hurt. You know that inside his head he was blaming himself.

“Damn it Brad, you show up at my door at 3am all beaten up and looking like a absolute mess. And you still want me to believe that you’ve changed? That this mean something?”.You raised your voice. 

He was starting to get angry at himself knowing that every word you were saying were true. So he decided it was better to leave, coming here was wrong. He tried to get up to leave between grunts. 

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not finshed.” He stopped and looked at you as you sat carefully on his legs to prevent him from moving.

“What are y-” 

“Shut up Brad, I’m trying to fix you.” You cut his words since the patience was coming to an end and quickly applyed the plasters. Earning a few curses on the way. “Now you’re done. I’m going to make us tea. Meanwhile you should take a shower to sobber up. I’l be waiting for you if you really want to talk.” You were surprise by your audacity to control the situation. Getting up off the floor right after and leaving the bathroom.

He stood there disbelief, enjoying and surprised by this new you.

The one he didn’t knew.

Yet.

[garethlove1]

GDMM106 Developing Graphic Concepts

This is my research report into book production methods, I will be exploring different binding techniques and materials used as well as investigating different  print processes.

A brief history of books!

Books communicate an idea, Document a process or record historic moments throughout time, they have been used as an instrumental recording practice across all forms of each great civilisation known too man, different types of cultures such as religion, science and all manner of making practices have been recorded to quench the thirst for information!

The first materials for written documentation were beech, Bark and Bamboo it was not until the Mesopotamian culture used cuneiform tablets that were made from clay.

In Ancient Egypt they recorded written documentation on scrolls that were made from the Paryus Plant, these scrolls could be anything up too 14-52 feet in length and were clunky as you needed to hands too read them, also the longevity of these scrolls would crack and disintegrate.

The Romans created the Codex, This was the first recognisable book form as this had covers made from wood which protected the precious pages inside.

Pages made from animal skin (Vellum) was durable and lasted a long time, the codex was the first to contain an index of contents.

The first form of print was invented by the Chinese, all books since then had been hand written this was a laborious task which took time.

The Diamond Sita was a book that was printed using individual letters and shapes made out clay blocks this was revolutionary as you could save time by re arranging the letters, However the clay moulds began too crumble over time.

Koreans used bronze moulds which was a sturdier material 

The Gutenberg Printing Press which was invented by Johannes Gutenberg in 1460 was a methodical printing press which gave mass communication to everyone, Before books had been an expensive luxury only for the rich but with the printing press literacy began to flourish and reference books like dictionaries became popular.

Pamphlets became popular and allowed people too share and talk about new ideas these also paved the way for newspapers and magazines! 

Modern Printing opened the world up even more too affordable books as some books were still sewn together in binderies which the revolution of glued binding and with Penguin publishing selling there first Paperback in the 1930′s this was dispatched and sold in busy transport hubs for the same price as a pack of ciggarettes!

The Evolution Of Book Cover Design

Medieval manuscripts are one of the first book cover designs we see, These manuscripts are usually heavily decorated with Gold and Silver usually encrusted with jewels.

Front cover, Lindau Gospels, c. 875.

Back cover, Lindau Gospels, c. late eighth century.

The  Mamluk binding, commissioned by the Amir, Aytmish Al-Bajasi in Cairo in the eighth century,  Front Cover on the Quran with intricate Geometric shapes embossed with gold

For hundreds of years these covers served as protection for the pages and  are an expensive mark of respect for the cultural authority they represent.

It was not until the 1820′s that book cover design was seen as something to represent the text of the book,  this was made easier by the mechanical revolution of steam powered printing which made books more affordable thus being able too experiment with applying techniques of colour Lithography and half tone illustration processes. 

19th century Poster-Artists started too infiltrate book design as did the professional practice of graphic design, Book covers became something more than just protection for pages it was seen as a necessary advertisement for communicating the idea of the book.

This is seen in Charles Dickens monthly editions of literature that were printed and distributed in a serialised form of twenty monthly issues, These little notable green sleeved front covers with hand drawn illustrations where made available  so that the middle class could acquire these editions and spread the cost instead of purchasing the full edition.

Another series of books that started too influence the necessity of book cover design was the ‘The Yellow Book’  which was published in April 1894, The striking cover illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley featured some of his recognisable and distinctive style of form and flattened perspective this coupled with his bold use of black space with yellow was a striking and noticeable.

Sadly for the time these covers were not received well as The Times commented  'repulsiveness and insolence' of the first cover and went on to describe it as 'a combination of English rowdyism and French lubricity'

in 1902 book covers made there way into children's fiction as seen in Mr Kipling's Just So Stories

In 1911 There became a new commercial turn! Publishers became convinced that the jacket was every bit as important too advertise the book, as one publisher said  "convinced that a book, like a woman, is none the worse, but rather the better, for having a good dressmaker”

This was the beginning of commercial illustrations being used too explain the contents of the book, In the 1920′s advertising and packaging design became prominent due too the economic boom in the US and with the rise of new artists this made the commercial art possible.

Publishers started taking the reigns on cover design with little or no reference too the author, In some rare cases illustrations from Authors did make there way onto the market authors like J.R.R Tolkien The Hobbit was a stylised illustration with runic type suited this other worldly book that Tolkien designed himself.

This simple illustration perfectly reflects the immense journey that is ahead with all the while drawing your attention too ‘The Lonely Mountain’ in the middle

this is also seen in other cases in ‘To the Lighthouse’ by Virginia Woolf this cover was designed by her sister Vanessa Bell

This Archetypal Column of light with the waves crashing around it is a window into the book playing on the different perspectives of the themes

The next big thing was the colour coded book designs that penguin issued in 1935, These paperback books where an instant hit as Penguin had established simple system for different genres orange for fiction blue for biography green for crime, these little books opened up literature for people of all classes and were sold at many busy transport links around the country.

By today's standards these cover designs look very austere and quite boring simple typography with soft engravings clearly show the attitude of irrelevance too illustrative book design,  This could also be due too the fact that British audiences were not used too such invasive advertising 

1984 by George Orwell (American edition)

Here we see a prime example of 1984 by George Orwell this was the American version that was published, We see the cover has been over sexualised and is mis leading the representation of the book.

In 1939 Christopher Isherwoods - Goodbye To Berlin featured a Photograph of a Berlin park from above, This was encapsulating the narrative  ‘I am a Camera’ 

By the 1960′s Photography was a widespread practice in cover design, Alan Aldridge cover design was always tasteful photos of womens torso’s disapearing into shadow was always sexy but restrained.

his works generally were always used for exploring the narratives for sexual passions.

The cover for ‘Girls in their married bliss’ Published by Hogarth Press

Alan Aldridge decided to poke fun at Penguins distaste for illustrative and also photographic design by placing the penguin logo too the right as if showing embarrassment of the nubile young woman.

[btslovestrong]

Roommates pt. 2

Yes This Has SMUT!!!

So I made a part two continuation of the other part. Hope you enjoy it! Also I’m writing this all spontaneously so I’m very sorry if it makes no sense of is grammatically incorrect!

~Admin Kirsten

It’s been two weeks since you’ve moved into the Apartment with Yoongi and Hoseok. Evne though their constant flirting persitet there hadn’t been any further development. Most likely due to the fact that you would always end up blushing profusely at the remarks. It drove you hormonally crazy just being in a room with them. Usually you’d sit in the Kitchen with Yoongi as you both did some work on your laptops. Recently however you’ve begun to notice whenever Yoongi was concentrating he’d bite his bottom lip. Boy did he look good when he was doing that, you hadn’t even realized how fixated you had been until he stopped and asked if you were also thirsty. When he asked this you nearly chocked on air before answering him yes. Too bad he probably didn’t know it had a double meaning for you. You had the same problem when it came to Hoseok too. With him whenever he would talk with you he’d casually lean against the wall of doorframe with his arm up which caused his shirt to also expose his very nicely toned body. Right now at the moment that was exactly what was distracting you from what Hoseok was saying.

“Are you even paying attentionY/N,” Hoseok asked as he smirked at you clearly amused. Your cheeks turn red from embarassment of being caught gawking at him again.

“Sorry Hoseok I was lost in thought,” you sheepily admit.

“Well what were you thinking about?” he asked intrigued, “Were you having dirty thoughts Y/N.” He leaned in closer as he said this, whispering it huskily in your ear.

“I’m back,” the apartment door opens and Yoongi shouts making Hoseok take a step back from you.

Inwardly you let out a frustrated groan. Honestly you must be cursed, because before you ever have a chance to say anything back in order to maybe progress further one of them comes and cuts the other one off.

“Hey everything good Y/N,” Yoongi asks as he sets his bag down on the ground.

“Yeah everythings good,” you respond and mutter under your breath, “except that both of you have the absolute worst timing ever.” Both of them tilt their heads in confusion and look at you.

“Hmm? What did you say?” Hoseok asks you.

“Oh nothing. It’s nothing,” you say dismissingly, waving your hand in a shooing motion. You definitely needed to do something to get them back so they maybe feel the same way you do.

“Since you weren’t paying attention earlier do you want to come with us to the bar tonight?” Hoseok asks you. “We’d leave around 11pm.”

“Yeah sure,” you agree.

“Alright awesome. We’ll I’m going go finish my work quickly then,” Hoseok states as he disapears in his room.

“Same,” Yoongi murmurs before leaving you too.

Letting out a soft sigh you look at the clock to see how much time you have before the guys wanted to go to the bar. There was definitely enough time for you to take a shower so you decided to do that. Grabbing your phone and Towels you went to the Bathroom. Turning on your music you stepped into the shower letting the water run over your body.

After you finished your shower you stepped out and wrapped your towel around your body. Throwing your clothes into the laundry Hamper you stepped out of the Bathroom. One thing that definitely mildly annoyed you about the apartment was that the Bathroom with the shower and your Room were on the complete opposite sides. That meant that you had to go through the living room and pass the guys room. Listening for a second you couldn’t hear them, they probably were in their room. Marching through the living room you are suddenly stopped by a voice.

“You know Y/N I don’t think Hoseok or I would mind if you decided to walk around without your towel on,” Yoongi remarked. Turning you find both of them casually lying on the couch. Yoongi was biting down on his lower lip as his gaze pierced you. You noticed how both men had their hand resting near their crotch as they gave you a look.

“We’ll if you put it that way Yoongi,” you start “then I don’t need this anymore.” As you say this you let your towel drop to the ground exposing your naked body fully.

You smirk as you hear the guys inhale sharply, “What’s wrong boys? All talk but no game?”

“Oh she’s asking for it,” Hoseok is the first one to move as he gets up from the couch. “How about we teach her a lesson.”

He wastes no time as he presses his erection against your body, letting you know how aroused he is.

“This is your doing Y/N. How about you take care of this,” Hoseok breathed, “Come on Yoongi now you know she wants it.”

From behind you feel Yoongi pressing his erection against you as well as he grips your waist. Fisting your damp hair he pulls your head to the side and runs his tongue along your neck. Hoseoks hands run up and down your body before caressing your thigh. As they stimulate your body you reach your hands down to their erections, grabbing them you rub them through their pants to which they let out a low moan. Hoseoks mouth slants over yours as his tongue battles with yours. His fingers pets your sex making his fingers slick and you moan against his mouth. Yoongi starts playing with your boobs, running his fingers over your nipples, turning them hard and pinching them between his fingers. Pulling and then squeezing again before rolling them underneath his finger and starting it over again.

“Does this make you excited Y/N,” yoongi said into your ear softly. “You’re going to need a lot of foreplay to be able to handle both of us.”

Inserting one finger into your heat slowly hoseok murmurs, “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside of you instead of just my finger.”

You moan out as he easily slips another finger deep inside you. Embarrassed at how wet you are you squeeze your legs together earning you a slap on your ass. “Keep your legs open for me Y/N,” Hoseok commands. “I’m not done yet.”

Yoongi removes on of his hands from your breast and rubs circles against your clit before entering your heat along with Hoseoks fingers. Your breath hitches as his finger curls inwards. “Hoseok start thrusting,” Yoongi tells him.

Doing as Yoongi said Hoseok starts to gently thrust his fingers in and out of you all while Yoongi curls his finger. Steadying yourself you grab Hoseoks shirt in order to keep yourself upright. From Yoongi’s Position he repeatedly presses harshly against your clit causing sparks of pleasure to roll over your body.

“How about we bring her to the bed,” Hoseok suggests as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Fine,” Yoongi agrees as he does the same making you shudder from the sudden stop of pleasure. You let yourself be lead to the bed and pressed down on top of it. Watching you see them strip their clothes off before they pour lube on their hands. “Turn on your stomach and get on your hands and knees.” Doing as you are told you get on your hands and knees. As Yoongi positions himself infront of you, you feel Hoseok run his finger between your folds. You marvel at the length of his dick up close and reach out to stroke it. Throwing his head back Yoongi moans his appreciation. As you jerk him you watch as pre-cum seeps from its tip. As Hoseok starts fingering you you match his pace and start stroking Yoongi’s length. You do your best to keep pace with Hoseok as he speeds up before slowing down and adding another diget.

“How much longer Hoseok,” you moan impaitently.

Stopping Hoseok pulls his fingers out of you making you moan frustratingly at the loss. Turning your face you try and see what he was doing.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll fill you up in a second let me just put this condom on,” Hoseok smirks as he unrolls the condom on his length. Your breath catches in your throat watching him unroll the condom down his hard thick shaft. 

Positioning himself at your entrance you feel his tip pressing between your folds. You lick Yoongi’s tip and slowly start to take him in your mouth earning you a loud moan. In one push Hoseok pushes himself slowly into you until he sits balls deep into you making you both moan out from pleasure. Your walls clench around him as he fills you completely. Yoongi fists your hair as he thrusts himself deeper in your mouth. He groans out in pleasure as he catches your moans vibrating against him. Slowly Hoseok pulls out before pushing back in and building up a steady tempo while sending pleasure rocking through your body. His hands grip your hips in order to push steady himself as he rocks his hips into you. You try to keep pace with his rhythm pounding fast and hard into you. Yoongi steadily guides your mouth on his dick pushing himself deeper, holding himself there to catch every moan. It’s all a mess of moans and sweat as your bodies’ slick against each other in sync. Bobbing you head you try and relax your gag-reflex in order to take him deeper. Steadily your body is coaxed and pleasure builds up in your core. Your breath hitches as you feel yourself about to explode from pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” Yoongi takes over and chases the heat of your mouth releasing himself with a groan. Licking the tip you swallow as he shoots out his load before stroking himself a couple times. His dick pulses as he shoots out one more load.

“Now it’s your turn Y/N,” Hoseok breathes. He is also close as his thrusts go deeper and faster into you. Your walls spasm as you orgasm, your body buzzes as you climax and moan out relieved.

Hoseok thrusts into you helping you ride out your wave before surrendering to his own pleasure. He thrusts balls deep into you as he releases himself. As the waves subside he thrusts a couple more times before pulling out.

“I think it’s too late to go out now,” Yoongi comments as he looks over at the clock.

“How about we just stay in tonight then and when you guys are ready we can go for round two,” you suggest.