#SA Hip hop

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Pro Kid - Sekele

[sleepynegress]

Posting this fantastic essay about how SA on men is handled in pop culture, in light of the revelations about Diddy. The way people on social media have engaged with this; homophobic riffs about survivors and perpetrators alike, are sadly both unsurprising and disappointing.

I wish everyone who has been negatively impacted by this man and others in the industry, healing.

[kickmag]

Sa-Roc Has Amazing Grace

Sa-Roc shows confidence and wisdom on her latest single, "Amazing Grace." She raps about her life path as an emcee and a woman who shames the naysayers and stands tall. Her autobiographical story comes with the encouragement for others listening to always believe in themselves like she does to this day. "Amazing Grace" is her first single since "Talk To Me Nice" dropped last year. It was four years ago when she released her critically acclaimed album, The Sharecropper's Daughter. Sa-Roc shared some insight into "Amazing Grace" in a press release statement. 

“The feeling of Amazing Grace is like that moment of revelation when you finally understand just how dope you are. In that moment of clarity, you become your biggest champion, unapologetically talking your shit. Everything positive that has ever been said about you, your accomplishments, and those compliments you politely demurred over the course of your lifetime suddenly lands like a ton of bricks, and you’re now daring anyone, including yourself, to refute how amazing you are. Just like how in a conversation between friends, that infectious feeling spreads and yall end up hyping each other up, I wanted Amazing to capture that energy. Never shrink to make others comfortable. Accept affirming words from others with a thank you, full stop. No more shying away from our greatness but settling into it comfortably and confidently.”

Check out the video for "Amazing Grace" and stay tuned for more from Sa-Roc. 

[misterveeare]

Sa Roc - Amazing Grace 

[freakquency96]

(Sa!ko Beats)

[mrjellybeanz]

Money Stacks Presents The Official Video For "Tunnel Vision" Ft. SA Money

Harlem’s Money Stacks presents the official video for his latest single “Tunnel Vision.” The record features SA Money with production by Alfastarbeats who provides soulful arrangements driven by emotive keys and bass. The video, shot in Harlem shows the duo spitting verse for verse inside the local bodega, in front of cornerstone apartments and different Harlem blocks. The message hits heavy,…

[culturalappreciator]

New Hip Hop Video Release of the Week

Sa-Roc- Talk To Me Nice (2023)

[iamdotwav88]

Lyrical masters x Grandmasters

This is such a special project.

*Soul Assassins Originals*

[ultrafabianworld]

Tea Room. ☕️

SA is wilding! Hi guys, SA is really wilding. On Friday, February 10, South African superstar Kiernan Forbes, popularly known as AKA was gunned down in Durban, alongside another man while they were walking towards their car from a restaurant. Police say they were allegedly approached by two armed suspects who walked to them from across the street and shot the victims at close range. Their…

[reallyromealone]

DAY 🎃TWENTY THREE🎃 PHONE SEX - GOJO

Warning

Smut, nsfw, male reader gay, toys, phone sex, reader sucks a toy

"Grip it tightly but don't hurt yourself... Long slow strokes" gojos voice heavy through the speakerphone as (name) followed his instructions, gripping his own cock and slowly pumping it "a-ah...hn!" (Name) didn't bother holding any noises in, alone in the expensive home Gojo provided for the two, the satin sheets cool under his hot flesh "good boy... Rub your thumb across the tip, put pressure"

This is how it was when Gojo was gone, prolonged missions and no sex made both equally annoyed "how are you feeling? Tell me your color~" Gojo asked with a rumble and (name)a hips lifted "g-green..."

"Good... Grab the lube" Gojo instructs stroking his own cock and the sound of shuffling and a cap opening made him grin "three fingers, you're probably still loose... Fuck your cute little boy pussy with your fingers but if you cum, I don't fuck you when I get home"

"I-I won't .." (name) promises and gojo grins "good, can't wait to have your pretty little throat choking on my cock, barely breathing and desperate for cum" Gojo said as (name) pushed in his fingers, moving slowly with little moans "move faster, I can tell your not fucking yourself the way I would~" he sang out and (name) moved faster, jolting when his fingers hit his prostate "ahn!"

"Oh? Did my little bunny find his prostate?" Gojo cooed "hit it again" he instructed and (name) did just that, rubbing and pressing his prostate aggressively as Gojo praised through the mike.

"Sa-satoru...." (name) whined as he tried to pretend it was gojo fingering him "you're doing so good... Why don't you make me happy and grab our special toy from the box"

There was a reason Gojo called (name) bunny, he had the personality of one...and the sex drive.

It's why they fucked every morning and night when time allowed, (name) usually riding his cock before hobbling to the bathroom with Gojo snickering.

It was a gift for when Gojo was gone, a copy of his penis, it glowed in the dark as well and (name) /loved it/, once taking Gojo and the toy at the same time.

"Don't put it in yet baby... You gotta prep it remember?'

(Name)s eyes were blown out as he set the dildo beside the phone "kiss the tip bunny" (name) being the good boy he was, gave it an open mouth kiss and gojo chuckled at the sound "good boy, lick up the vein, you know what to do" and (name) did, licking up the cock and circling the tip they way he knew that drove Gojo insane.

"Now take it in"

The sound of (name) sucking cock was loud and obscene, Gojo stroking his cock aggressively at the sounds, closing his eyes to imagine (name) sucking his cock, face flushed and hips swaying as he did so.

(Name) deep throated the toy, gagging slightly as he did so and eyes growing teary but he has to make his husband cum and god be wanted to cum so badly---

He was a good boy though.

"I'm close baby are you?"

"Mmh!"

"Then why don't you make me cum then hop on yeah?"

(Name)s sucking became aggressive as he tried to make Gojo cum.

"Fuck baby- take it!"

God (name) wished he could swallow his husband's cum...

"Now hop on angel"

But first he needed to ride this toy like his life depended on it.

[zivazivc]

What kind of nu metal music fits Les's band?

First of all I gotta clarify that I sent this ask myself because I accidentally lost the original through constant editing and drafting. I realize I could just make a regular text post but I'm quirky like that, and a question is a nice little attention grabber for those who are interested.

Anyway...

It's hard to point at one song and say this is their sound, because A: I'm picky, B: the band's style changes over time, and C: I don't know what I'm doing lmao

This answer is very long uhh I don't seem to be able to form short responses, mi scusi 😅

Back at home the brothers' music and then also the first year on the road with Flea the band sounds like the albums Music and especially Grassroots by 311. (Grassroots is such a banger of an album, I listen to it all the time, really recommend.)

Hed's the main influence on the band's sound because he's the main vocalist, songwriter and overall the most invested in the band succeeding (Les's main concern is making ends meet, and Flea is just enjoying the ride lol). At the start Hed and Les have had basically no contact with Rock Trolls so even though they're both more metal/punk than regular rock, their "rock side" is softer at this point. Hed also grew up with hip hop because of his peers so there's a lot of rapping in his lyrics. And he also incorporates reggae into his style a lot because of his favorite uncle, Kymani (one of the guys who live with Ish) who is a Reggae Troll. Hed is pretty much a sponge when it comes to music, much like Floyd. The closest I can come to describing his genre is a fusion of Rap Metal and Reggae Rock which are both already fusion genres jskksdjsk

(The band 311 has two singers and oddly they both sound like Hed and Les to me. SA Martinez (the higher of the two voices) sounds 100%, exactly like how I've imagined Hed's voice in my head. For Les I have a different voice claim because Les's personal style of music is much different from the band, but Nick Hexum (the lead vocalist here) is still in the second place when it comes to voice alone. Imagine my enthusiastic surprise finding voices for both brothers in the same band 😄)

examples from the two albums:

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While driving around and performing small gigs they come in contact with the alternative and nu metal scene and meet a lot of Rock Trolls (mostly various Metal Trolls) and other mixed trolls, and in the following couple of years their sound gradually becomes heavier (Hed rediscovers screamo lol) and they go from rock to metal.

A year into their "touring" is also around the time Hed meets and starts dating Liv and gets her to join the band. Liv's genre has the heaviest sound of all of them (Industrial/EBM), which influences Hed and the band too. And with Liv on the drums, Hed takes over DJ-ing and is also able to put more focus on the vocals, which also makes Les step down and only sing backing vocals with the rest of the band if needed.

The band in this era sounds like the album Revolution by Insolence and to some degree Introduction to Mayhem by Primer 55.

examples from the albums:

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Two years into the bands existence is when Floyd runs into them. At first he's more just standing there, observing their practices and performances warily, because he's had bad experiences with Rock Trolls in his one year alone and metal music still kinda freaks him out at this point. But he soon starts joining in in melodic parts and then it progresses into him singing longer and longer segments because he has the strongest vocals of everyone. And once he saves enough of his earnings for a guitar he starts playing the rhythm guitar too. (The guitar he took with him when he left the Troll Tree got stolen before he met the band.)

I guess I should clarify: Flea is the lead guitarist, Les is the bassist, and Liv and Hed switch on the drums and DJ-ing depending on the track. At one point they also get a keyboard.

It's also not that long before Hed and Floyd start actively writing songs together, sharing each others notes, and they start to split the singing parts more evenly. Hed even teaches Floyd screamo techniques, because he thinks Floyd has a great voice for them (He is correct, Floyd has a mean scream 😁).

During this time the band still pretty much sounds like Revolution by Insolence but with more melodic singing parts from Floyd (and screaming/shouting lmao). I think Verge of Umbra is another good band to compare, it sounds more clean and Floydy but still Hedy. (Man, I should write scientific research papers skjdkjf)

↑↑↑ song with the lyrics from the drawing at the top

From here on out I'm a bit unsure how the band's sound develops, but I'm pretty sure Floyd would unintentionally infect them with a mild case of radio friendliness (Pop trolls can't help their in your face nature lmao 😞). So for now I'm stopping here...

This took me days of searching and writing so I would appreciate to hear any thoughts you have if you've come this far and given some of the songs a listen. :)

[akajustmerry]

please recommend some video essays you liked recently ❤️

always :)

I'm what the culture feeling by fd signifier - near perfect essay about how drake and kendrick lamar's "beef" and how it's really a battle for the soul of hip hop

why lolita is impossible to adapt into film by final girl studios - makes an amazing case for why adapting novel into film changes the story's ethical nature.

how death changes your perspective by philosophy tube - Abigail Thorn argues why intentionally thinking about death is probably way better for us and society.

the shame by philosynoir - BRILLIANT ESSAY analysing queer shame about being a bottom and how that intersects with race, class and gender.

Tashi Duncan is the Hero of Challengers by Princess Weekes - great essay on how Tashi Duncan in Challengers basically represents how Black women in professional sport contend with misogynoir!

Baby Reindeer, and the performance of Masculinity by Khadija Mbowe - more personal essay by Khadija wrt their thoughts on gender, sexuality and trauma in Baby Reindeer as a survivor of SA themselves

[kickmag]

Sa-Roc To Headline Talk To Me Nice Tour

Sa-Roc has announced her Talk To Me Nice Tour that starts in August. She's touring with Rah Digga before the shows in August and their first gig takes place at Black Cat in Washington, DC. Sa-Roc's dates will start in Texas and finish at the Dry Diggins Festival in California. The combined tours celebrate hip-hop's 50th birthday with a rare opportunity to see both of the seriously underrated lyricists in a live setting. Tickets are on sale now.

[babygirl-riley]

Lies Pt. 2

It’s been a few months after you quit the Task Force. You go out with friends to a dancing club, little did you know 141 would be there celebrating.

Warnings: angst, depression, anxiety, mental break downs, fluff, smut, interrupted sex :(, happy ending

A/N: Here are the people who asked for part 2! So little tag list I guess 🫶🏻 @fullmoon-84 @kerst666 I tried to do the others in the comments in part 1 but wasn’t working!

“You look good as the day I met you, I forgot just why I left you.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

pt. 1 Alternative Ending

It has been an emotional rollercoaster for you, it felt amazing to not be in the task force. Finding a small ma and pa shop to work for. However, you felt empty. You would look around your apartment to see where Simon would be. Where he would sit and drink his tea. Or hold you close in the morning. Or wrap his arms around you while cooking. None of that was there.

You wanted to call Price and ask to come back but pride came into your veins. You didn’t want to look ridiculous after the whole ordeal. That was almost 6 months ago. 6 months ago quitting the team. 6 months ago not seeing Simon. 6 months of healing.

Fortunately what came with the ma and pa shop came with friends. They didn’t know you were an SAS before, they only know the made up story of moving from the US to here in England. Throughout the time with them they would invite you out to the city, clubbing to little lunch ins.

Tonight was the night of bar hopping and dancing. It is a much needed one for sure. You wore a tight red dress, that would make out your body shape. Little short up to your thigh but it was needed. Heels and hair down. Simple make up. The usual. When getting to the bar, the air was filled with positive energy. People grinding on each other to just casual talk with drinks.

You usually don’t dance with anyone but the girls you go with. You couldn’t look at any other man without seeing Simon. So men was off the table. The first round of shots got you into the nice buzz, rocking your hips to the rhythm of each song. Laughing and dancing with your friends it was a good time.

Until one of your friends disappeared with drinks and a man. “Y/n?” Your eyes snapped open and was face to face with Soap.

Your friends looked over at you with curious eyes. “Soap?” You said hesitantly, immediately looking around.

“It’s been a while.” He hugged you tightly before smiling over at the friend. “Old co-worker yeah!”

You nodded smiling. “Yeah we used to work together.”

The girls smiled huge. “That’s fun you both knew each other.”

“Yeah,” Soap said staring. “Simon is here.” You snapped your eyes at Soap. “He’s over there.” You followed his finger towards the direction he was pointing at. There he was, sitting next to Price at the bar, back facing away.

Your heart dropped thinking of all the days and months that you had healed go into the drain. The want of talking, touching, hearing him flooding back. “He talks about ya.” He said. “Should go talk to him. We here celebratin’ but he mostly will want to talk.”

You nodded once before looking at the girls who encouraged you to go. They all scattered off as Soap dances with one of them and the other two left with each other. You slowly walked up as the fast rhythm and your heartbeat became in sync. You heard Price yelling over the music before barely looking over his shoulder to see you.

His eyes widened but his smirk was bigger. “I’ll let ya two catch up.”

Simon glanced behind him as well. His eyes dropping as he of course wore a balaclava mask. Before Simon said anything Price was gone and Gaz disappeared. You both stared at each other for a moment, Simon couldn’t believe his eyes. You were gorgeous as the day he lost you.

His hands became clammy, his heart raced, his mind frozen. Simon didn’t know what to do or say. Neither did you. You bite your lower lip trying to find something. “Uh hi.” You whispered.

Simon didn’t hear you from the music but he saw the words form on your mouth. “Come sit.” He asked gently but loud enough to hear him.

When you got closer he smelt that beautiful scent he had been missing. The musk of vanilla and trees, he wondered if it was from your perfume he enjoyed. Then he wondered if you were already with a man that loved that scent too and wore it for him. His mind couldn’t think straight, after the months he tried to heal so the you gone has been…well…not so good.

His anger would take over and his patience was thin. Especially with new recruits, eventually Price had to switch Soap and him so he could have a break from training. Sent him on short leave and missions to keep Simon occupied. Price knew that it broke Simon’s heart even if Ghost didn’t let him see that.

Yes Ghost. Ghost was the impatient and angry ball of hate. Simon was cornered into a small room trying to fight the urge to cry. To scream. Ghost had to protect Simon from the heartache. He couldn’t let Simon fall apart now, he had to be focused for the team.

Now you sat there next to him everything tumbled. Ghost was frozen as Simon poked through, Ghost trying to put Simon back into place. Simon tried was terrified, he had almost had a handle on it but now you’re here. He wanted to hold you. Touch you anything to know you are back.

“I can see you’re mad at me.” You said as a glass was handed to you.

Simon snapped his head over realizing you asked something. “‘M not.” He said shortly, smacking himself for being short.

“Right.” You said softly drinking your glass.

You saw right through him, he was hurt. In pain like you are, wanting each other but didn’t know how to handle it. Simon knew that as well, you read him better than he did himself. “Fine I am.” He mumbled shooting his whiskey back. “I’m bloody upset you left without another glance.”

You frowned, you could have given him a chance. It was just too much for you, all the heartache all at once. “I had to.”

Simon looked over at you and frowned underneath his mask. He knew that. He would have done the same thing. “I know.”

You looked over at him eyes glossing from tears threatening to leave. You looked away just as fast as you looked over at him. Complicated. It always has been complicated for the both of you. Hiding your relationship to this. You sighed. “My place is close here, we can probably talk better there.”

Simon glanced over, they could barely hear each other. He wants you back but for what cost? Simon sighed and nodded. “‘Ight.”

With that you both left, you made sure to text the girls you were leaving. One of them wanted all the details after. That made your eyes roll knowing what she actually meant. However, you know better not to play that game. The walk to your apartment was quiet, it usually was between the two of you, sharing the best company. This time though it was different, awkward silence, you wanted to say something but waited until both you settled into your apartment.

Simon was felt sad when walking in, remembering the things they used to do causally around the apartment. You took your heels off, his eyes wonder to your ass, quickly he looked away. He doesn’t need to stare, it’s been months, and who knows if you have moved on. He wondered in more looking at anything a miss or something newer.

Like a man. Clothing. Scent. Items. Only to be left with just your scent, clothing, items. His eyes landed on a bracelet on the book shelf near your door. The one that he gave you. The one that his mother wore. He reached out to grab it, holding it, he was surprised you still had it. “I didn’t want to get rid of it,” You spoke softly, making him turn. “I wanted to give it to you but…it was the only thing I had of you.”

Simon looked back down at the bracelet. The words ringing in his head, it was the only thing I had of you. He sighed quietly placing it back down. “Tea?” You asked already having a pot on the stove.

“Ya still have…” He paused watching you wiggle it in the air. He smiled softly before huffing in amusement. “Didn’t get rid of a lot did ya?”

You scoffed. “No.”

He walked over to your island and sat on a bar stool. “Why did you leave?”

You froze as you stared at the mugs for a moment. “You know why.”

Simon glared for a moment before inhaling deeply. “‘Ight why didn’t ya give me a chance?”

“Because you lied,” You sighed calmly stating the obvious. “You broke a promise that you did not keep. To protect me. Instead you hurt and lied to me.”

“Ya know better than anyone that I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t mean something.” He said softly.

“And I didn’t mean anything?” You said, noticing the venom slipping in. You winced at the statement, you knew it was rude. But how long you have been wanting to talk to him. Wanting to know everything. All the pain you had.

“You know that isn’t true.” He said his stern voice also coming through.

You turned leaning your back against the stove. “Really? I get it best for the team or the mission. But everyone Simon? Everyone knew but me and Samson. I was the only one grieving for you. Wishing I had did something to prevent it. When the whole fucking time it was.”

Simon didn’t say anything for a moment. “It was for the mission I had to in order to get Samson out. So we could get closer to the Russians, sometimes we have to sacrifice things in our work.”

You laughed rolling your eyes. “Sacrifice things? No this was not a sacrifice this was a hoax, a mock. That’s how it felt. You all used me for my feelings, you all knew that it would have broke me. So why did I not give anyone a chance because I can’t go through that heartache again!”

He stood up once your voice raised, Simon shook his head. “It was never a hoax! It was never meant to be a hoax!”

“But it was,” You said standing your ground. “You may not want to accept it Simon but it was. Instead of stating that it was wrong you make it a valiant effort for the team!”

“Ya right I make it so bloody valiant for everyone! I didn’t care ‘bout how ya felt! I didn’t try to beg Price not to do it over and over,” Simon was now out, all the pain and feelings that he had suffered came flooding out. He ripped his mask off throwing across the room. “I didn’t stop ‘em from hurting ya! I didn’t walk in when you wailed! I didn’t…”

Your ears rang, watching all the emotions leaving Simon’s body. Your heart broke, you didn’t think that he would say or even show the feelings. You reached out to place a hand on his cheek, feeling your anger being cooled as you watch him flinch.

Simon didn’t expect you to touch him, especially when yelling at you. He has never yelled at you. He stopped talking feeling your soft hands on his stubbles cheek. He was heaving a bit, didn’t realize that tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry.” You whispered once it felt like hours of no talking.

Simon sighed closing his eyes, he shook his head. “I should be s’rry, I left you behind.”

“We left each other behind.” You whispered again walking forward placing your other hand on his cheek. He grabbed both of of your wrist closing his eyes. The feeling of warmth radiated through his chest as you stroke your thumbs across his cheekbones.

“I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered as you stood on your tippy toes. Kissing his tears that started to fall.

“Shh.” You whispered as his hands fell to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close. Your noses touching each other softly. “I never wanted to either Simon.”

You both stared at each other, he glanced at your lips. Both of you slowly moving ever so closer to each other. You begged for him to kiss you, to place his lips against yours. Feeling each other’s feelings, show each other how much you missed each other. “Can I kiss you.” He whispered.

You nodded once as he closed the gap as his kiss gently pressed against yours. At first it was soft gentle. Like it was the first time you both kissed, then his hands squeezed at your hips. You brushed your tongue along his bottom lip, begging for access. He opened his mouth and next thing you knew if you both were clawing at each others clothes. Mouths fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, lip biting.

He backed you into a wall as he hoisted you up to give a better access to your neck. Simon sighed as he bite your neck before kissing it softly. “I missed you, I missed you so fucking much.” He whispered grinding up to your clothed cunt.

You gripped his blond locks. God how you missed him, his touch, his voice, fuck his kisses. You both grinding on each other like fucking teenagers, gripping areas. “I need you Si.” You whispered as his hands rolled up your dress up to your lower abdomen.

Simon smirked as he looked over you. “We got to take this,” He started to push it up more moaning as he noticed your breast had no other covering. “Let’s take this off ya?”

Before you knew it, he wrapped his hands around your back before tearing the back. You gasped. “Simon! This was my favorite.” You snapped laughing as it fell to the floor.

His eyes looking over your body as he placed your legs down. “I’ll get ya another one,” He started to get to his knees, softly scraping your hips to your thighs, then your ankles. “But first I am gonna treat ya.”

You bite your lower lip has he rubbed his hands up your thighs, kissing your inner thighs. Sloppy messy kisses. He bit hard into your thigh causing your eyes to roll. “Stop teasing.” You whined holding his hair.

Simon smirked, god how he loved hearing that desperate tone. “Yes ma’am.” Your eyes rolled as his tongue made a strip from your needy hole to your clit.

You groaned out lifting your leg over his shoulder as he helped you, placing it gently before making circles on your skin. He moaned as he licked your cunt slowly. “Fuck how much I missed your taste lovie.”

You sighed as one of his fingers probed your entrance. He pushed his middle finger inside of you, goood how he wanted to cum right there. He could tell that you were tight and he thought how his dick would feel inside you right now.

And god how you forgot how his fingers felt, without his cock it made you feel whole. He started to slowly pump his one finger in and out of you before adding the second one. You gasped as he sucked on you clit making you basically squeal with delight.

Simon looked up at you, watching your back arch, eyes rolling back, your hips grinding on his mouth. It was like he was in a dream, god the noises you made for him made everything stir inside. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” He mumbled slurping your juices as he watched it slowly drip down his wrist. “I missed ya, fuck. Taste so fucking good.”

The words were going straight to your core, you started to reach anywhere on him. The coil in your stomach getting tighter and closed for your release. “Fuck Si don’t stop please please please please!” His fingers pumped harder and faster, hitting that fucking spot that made your toes curl. His lips sucked you clit as you screamed his name over and over again.

Simon moaned as you gripped his hair and stilled as your orgasm hits you hard. You kept gasping trying to recollect yourself, your mind hazed, your body buzzing with delight. You heard Simon slurping your release, making you moan. Your ears were ringing and the tea pot…

The tea pot! You snapped your head over to the pot that was screaming for someone to grab it. You quickly detached your leg from his shoulder as his hand pressed against you abdomen. “Let it scream love.” He kissed your thigh, you chuckled leveling down with him.

“Simon Riley saying to leave the tea alone,” You teased, watching his eyes, which was blown with lust and love. You kissed his lips tasting yourself on him, swiping your tongue in his mouth. “Let me set it aside and then we take care of you.”

[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI - WooSanSang

for @yunho-mp3 bc of our outburst last night.

afab!reader | PWOP

WC: 713

Imagine just doing your own thing and WooSanSang just corner you. Lets say your facing a cabinet or something. Two of them flank each side and one pins you two the counter from your backside.

I'd like to imagine its San behind you, caging your frontside to the counter. Yeosang and Wooyoung kissing along your neck and shoulders, San whispering filthy things into your ear, pressing his hard dick onto your ass.

San would be watching Yeosang hesitate but he would encourage him to continue. Knowing Yeosang had to be coerced into doing this. Wooyoung would practically be humping against your leg, moaning into your ear from the friction to his dick. San would flip you around, sitting you on the countertop, sliding in between your legs.

His lips would find yours in a fevered makeout, his lips colliding with yours. His desire for you was outstanding. Wooyoung hops on to the counter on your left side, Yeosang on your right.

Both men pull out their hardened cocks and guide your hands to each one. San was busy running his hands along your waist as his tongue invaded your mouth. As you pumped Wooyoung and Yeosang's cock, they both threw their heads back, nearly colliding with the cabinets.

San's hand trailed up to your breast, slipping his hand up your shirt, "No, bra? How filthy, were you expecting us to ruin you?" His voice went down octave as he smirked against your ear.

Wooyoung chuckled, "She always wants us." He panted into the air.

Yeosang was a near sobbing mess with the way you were twisting your hand on his red and weeping cock. His shoulders were shaking and his breathing was uneven.

San saw his friend becoming fucked out so he pulled away from you, "Lets take this to the bedroom, hm?"

The second all three of you reached the bedroom, he had Yeosang sit against the bedrest.

"I want you to bounce on Yeo's cock, pretty."

Wooyoung whined, "Why can't she fuck me instead?"

San grabbed the back of his younger friend's neck, "Because, I wanna watch her on Yeosang."

Yeosang was too busy trying to focus his breathing to notice you climbing up his legs and sitting in his lap, "Yeo? My love?" You rested your hand on his face, bringing his attention to you.

"Yes?"

"Focus on me, I'm right here." You ground yourself on his clothed cock, his whimpers filling the room.

San and Wooyoung stood off to the side, watching the event go down, with cocks sitting in their pants, waiting to be released.

Yeosang couldn't contain his cries, the friction being far too much for him to handle, "Please! Need more! Need to be inside of you."

San smirked from behind, "Yeah, Y/N, give him what he wants, he's a good boy, is he not?" Yeosang's dick twitched underneath you from San's words.

Definitely wanted to be your boy.

You nodded and lifted your hips, pulling down yours and his underwear, hovering over his dick.

Finally you made contact with him and pushed him inside. He cried out, finally able to feel your warmth.

Yeosang's arm flew to his cover his eyes, but you pulled it away, "None of that, baby. Want you to see me."

His lower lip trembled and a tear slid down his cheek, "Just please, fuck me already." You chuckled and rubbed your hand up and down his chest, "Sure."

When you gave him what he wanted, when you finally bounced up and down his cock, he was full on sobbing, his arms flying to your waist, not wanting you to slow down. His cock felt so overstimulated yet barely anything was happening.

Wooyoung and San sat on either side of you two, stroking your back as you bounced and twisted and moaned. The two men encouraging you and Yeosang.

"Y/n! I can't! I'm gonna cum!" Yeosang's grip tightened on your hips, the only made you move faster on him, your arms falling to either side of his head, "Me too, come on, lets do it together, pretty boy."

Yeosang came with a super loud and whiny moan, his back arching off the bed, his seed filling your insides.

San smiled when you fell on top Yeosang all spent out, "Who's next?"

[olderthannetfic]

I'm a bit conflicted about how I feel about other kpop fans wanting their favorite idols to be more outspoken about social/political issues.

On the one hand, they're not supposed to be viewed as people. They're idols. They're products (that are mass produced by entertainment companies with the explicit purpose of mimicking Black American groups from the 90s, the transparency of the process being the only thing unique to kpop). They may have the pr-approved visage of being "relatable," but their industry is wholly reliant on stan-culture. To maintain their biases and favorite groups, fans have to obsessively stream, buy, vote, post, tweet, etc about their faves to support them and their companies (which is also why, unfortunately, fans with good causes like wanting to boycott Hybe will always fail). It's an entire industry funded by using idols as objects of worship for fans. If they were to speak on political and social issues, it would disrupt this system and risk losing money for multiple parties.

On the other hand, I think more kpop fans should be glad our faves don't speak on "difficult" topics. South Korea is a pretty conservative country. Even things like feminism and equal rights for women are widely disparaged by both men and women. They have politicians, like us in Western countries, who run entire campaigns based on being "anti-feminist" and win. We have no idea what idols actually think, despite what they may say on a live or sing/"rap" in a song. Think about how many male idols were involved in the Burning Sun scandal. Millions of fans were surprised, but I'm sure the people who actually know them weren't. Then think on the female idols, like Hyuna, who is now dating one of those male idols. I'm a Black queer woman in the states who likes hip hop. Regarding topics like SA, bigotry, homophobia, misogyny, etc. I, unfortunately, hear very often what the artists I listen to think. More kpop fans should probably be thankful they don't know where their faves stand on certain issues.

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Hah. Yes, there's many an artist whose sound I love, but when he stops talking about his own demographic... oh dear.

And I'm howling at your description of the idol industry. Too accurate.