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trapangeles · 1 month ago
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Yungc Joke and LavishMaar Drop ‘Ball’: Certified Banger or Missed Shot?
Emerging hip-hop artists Yungc Joke and LavishMaar have teamed up to release their latest track, "Ball," igniting conversations across the urban music scene. Known for their dynamic styles, this collaboration has fans eager to determine if the song is a slam dunk or misses the mark. "Ball" showcases Yungc Joke's distinctive lyrical flow, complemented by LavishMaar's energetic delivery. The track is available on major streaming platforms, including Spotify. While specific reviews for "Ball" are not yet available, Yungc Joke's previous works, such as "Got No Love," have been well-received, amassing thousands of views on YouTube. This history suggests that "Ball" has the potential to resonate with listeners. As "Ball" continues to circulate, fans and critics alike are encouraged to share their thoughts on this collaboration. Is it a certified banger, or does it fall short? Engage with the track and join the conversation to shape its impact on the hip-hop landscape.
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freshthoughts2020 · 2 months ago
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11chriles · 2 days ago
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AMERICANO (2025)
hiiii, i'm chriles, i'm 14 y/o & i'm venezuelan-chilean, i'm an artist, producer, composer & songwriter, i'm rn makin' an album called 'Americano' that's gon' to be better than my other releases, if u are interest in this kind of music i made, u should see my bandcamp & soundcloud, have a nice new year day btw.
IG: @11chriles
TikTok: @hellablunts
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shyesounds · 2 years ago
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TURN THIS SONG UP AND SHAKE WHAT YOUR MOMMA GAVE YOU.
shye. - SET FREE (feat. Tony E)
shyesounds.com/setfree
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amethystamaris · 1 year ago
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SUPREME LYRICS - AMETHYST AMARIS
Listen here! Supreme Supreme Supreme Uh Nails glowing blue In the black light Hands and toes Flip it on and off I’m beautiful Uh Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Uh, Lights on SUPREME You want her bonafide Not modified What a pretender I told you to never ever Befriend her You slipped up Now you with a set up You slipped up Now you…
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patricia-taxxon · 1 year ago
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artist emerges online with a unique or eccentric style that compresses easily (its like experimental electronic hip hop punk!!)
artist becomes popular with fringe online communities
fringe online communities make memes and jokes about said artist, poking fun at a thing they like on its own merits
artist grows in popularity, escapes the confines of the insular communities along with all the memes
random normies listen to the artist. they end up not enjoying it, but reconcile the conflict of a thing they dislike being popular by just assuming that no one *actually* likes it, it's just a meme, or an endurance test specifically meant to torture the listener, or a joke at the expense of music itself.
ironic listeners come to outnumber sincere listeners, because the eccentricity of the artist was never going to support a massive audience
death grips ends show prematurely because crowd of teenagers won't stop throwing shit at them
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kilomayne · 1 year ago
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Kilomayne, an emerging pop and R&B artist, has released a captivating new song titled "Running up the plug." Fusing elements of pop, R&B, and hip hop, Kilomayne delivers a unique and energetic track that is set to captivate listeners worldwide.
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glassefactory · 2 years ago
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omgthatdress · 2 years ago
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the major takeaway from last night is that Karl Lagerfeld was more of a personality than a designer and that Yves Saint Laurent was the clear winner of that rivalry.
For those who aren’t familiar, Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent were both fashion wunderkinds who emerged in the late 1950s, both appointed heads of major brands at the same time, and had very intense rivalry. Yves Saint Laurent took over Dior after the passing of Christian Dior, helped cement the brand as a major player in fashion, and then after a disastrous stint being drafted into the French army, built his own fashion brand that went down in history with its unique and diverse and always evolving looks.
Karl was always kind of behind Yves. He designed for a lot of major fashion brands, and managed to establish himself at the top of the game at Chloé, but he didn’t get his full on legendary status until he took over Chanel in 1983. This history of the Chanel brand was already pretty frought, with Coco Chanel modernizing and defining the fashion of the 1920s and 30s, but being forced to shut down during World War 2, during which she collaborated with the Nazis. Behind the Bastards did a pretty great two episodes on her. When the brand returned in the 60s, fashion had changed tremendously. Dior, Givenchy, Balenciaga, and Balmain had all taken over mid-century fashion, and now that aesthetic was being taken over by mod, the miniskirt, and the likes of Mary Quant, Pierre Cardin, and Paco Rabanne. So when Chanel came back it was largely seen as a stuffy old lady brand, which it remained until Karl took it over.
Now, this is where Karl actually did something really impressive that you honestly can’t take away from him: he took a fashion house in severe decline, one that had been in its flop era for literal decades, and he made it hip again, while still managing to stay true to the ethos that Coco Chanel had laid out.
Chanel is clean, minimalistic, and classy. It is easy to wear, effortless, and always extremely glamorous, which is what made it so iconic in the 20s and 30s. Given that the 50s and 60s were all about making a fucking effort, the thing that the brand managed to keep doing well was its suits. You know what kind of suits I’m talking about. Tweed jackets and midi skirts, neat tailoring, delicate pastel colors, pearls and camellias and chains. It’s not so much that it was edgy and exciting but it was expensive and it was *Chanel* and people wore it for the status symbol alone. That is what Karl took advantage of and managed to re-invent.
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That sort of aesthetic fit perfectly into the you-can-never-be-too-rich-or-too-skinny 80s, when wearing status symbol clothing was everything.
Then, in the 90s, he managed to keep things exciting by following exactly what was on-trend at the time and incorporating elements of street wear and hip-hop.
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However, after that, he kind of lost his edge and just rested on “it’s Chanel” rather than actually pushing the fashion envelope. By the time he died in 2019, he was a fucking dinosaur and fashion had long since moved past him. The thing that he was ultimately most well known for was his own very distinctive look and flamboyant personality.
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Before I ever started studying fashion, I knew who Karl was because I’d seen him so many times, and I’d seen parodies of him so many times. I knew *him* but I didn’t really know his work. And I think having an incredibly boring Met Gala dedicated to him reveals that: his actual artistic legacy is skinnier than the models he used to berate. Karl Lagerfeld built his brand on his diva personality, and that sort of personality and outlook just isn’t hip anymore. Fashion is always about moving forward, and Lagerfeld’s beliefs should remain fossilized in the past.
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year-of-the-rabid-dog · 1 year ago
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Palestinian Artists/Record Labels on Bandcamp
{ELECTRONIC}
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Bilna'es بالناقص
BOUNCYDUCK
BRUT_FORC.e/TRAUM.a
Cyber Witch
Double Dunks
Loris
NaJazz Project
Sea Level Records /تسجيلات سطح البحر 
Toumba
{EXPERIMENTAL}
Dirar Kalash
Dunums
Garden of Gethsemane
Irritable Syndrome
Mamzera
Maya Al-Khaldi
Never A Land Without People
Phonodelica
Raymond Haddad
{FOLK}
Akram Abdulfattah
Arhan Afndy
Gazelleband
Marwan Abado
Rim Banna
Samah Mustafa
Sounds of Palestine
{INDIE/ALTERNATIVE}
Bassam Beroumi
Discoverer
Eddie Violet
Haya Zaatry
Mafar
Maysa Daw
Shadi Zaqtan
{JAZZ/RNB}
Drink Sage
Majazz Project / Palestine Sound Archive
{METAL}
Bahal Amma
{RAP/HIP-HOP}
Asifeh
ERROR
Exist Records
Moody Kablawi
Shabab
{FUNDRAISER/SOLIDARITY PROJECTS}
"A Better Tomorrow for Palestine" by naru records; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"Archivio Futuro x Gaza" by Archivo Futuro; profits made will be donated to the Gaza Emergency Appeal by the UNRWA
"By the People, For the People" by House of Afandi Records; profits made will be donated to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund
Dunums & MANAS' Self-Titled EP; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"For Palestine" by Paralax Editions; profits made will be donated to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders
"For Palestine" by Toumba; profits made will be donated to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders
"For Those We Lost" by Lowlives Collective
IAFG - Vol. 1 by IAFG - International Artists For Gaza; profits made will be donated to Gaza Freestyle
"For All" by MidnightRoba; profits made will be donated to the Gaza Emergency Appeal by the UNRWA and Medical Aid for Palestinians
"ت​ر​و​ي​د​ة م​و​ل​ا​ل​ا​ة - ح​ر​ي​ة" by 1; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"Rap Across the Wall-Palestine" by Musicians Without Borders; profits go towards workshops organized by MWB to help platform lesser known Palestinian artists and provide music programs to Palestinian children (Bara’em Ghirass)
"RE-INSTITUTIONS" by BALLAMONA; profits made will be donated to Save the Children: Gaza Emergency Appeal
"Resist to Exist" by Avon Terror Corp x Exist Records; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians and the Palestinian Medical Relief Society
"The Olive Tree" by Turquoise Coconut; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
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trapangeles · 2 months ago
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Kenneha Teams Up with Lil CadiPGE for "Quit Playin" – A High-Energy Anthem You Can’t Ignore
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Rising artist Kenneha delivers a certified banger with her latest single, Quit Playin, featuring the slick rhymes of Lil CadiPGE. This track is a bold and infectious anthem, blending Kenneha’s dynamic delivery with Lil CadiPGE’s signature flair.
The music video perfectly complements the track’s high-energy vibe, featuring vibrant visuals, sharp choreography, and undeniable chemistry between the two artists. Whether you’re turning up with friends or vibing out solo, Quit Playin brings that next-level energy that demands attention.
Kenneha’s star power is undeniable, and with Lil CadiPGE on the feature, Quit Playin is a track that showcases the best of the new wave of talent emerging from the scene. Don’t miss this one – it’s already making noise.
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breezybangtanbebe · 6 months ago
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3D: JJK💋 Part 3
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A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.
Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Masturbation. Oral (female and male receiving) Threesome. PMS pampering .Some girl on girl, fluff and mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌
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After stewing in the tub until the water was cold and her fingers were wrinkled, Janelle emerged from the bathroom on heavy feet and trudged to her room wrapped in a big fluffy towel.
Times like this, she was grateful to have her room and the privacy to PMS in peace. To sleep naked and air dry without any disturbances.
It wasn't much, four walls packed from corner to corner with most of her belongings. A lot of which Jungkook begrudgingly helped her bring up the stairs to their 5-floor unit when the elevator was too crowded.
Since Kat joined them, upgrading from their one-bedroom to a three-bedroom didn't seem like the best option economically at first thought.
Jungkook was a freelance tattoo artist, occasionally working security with Taehyung to make ends meet.
Janelle was a student between majors, part-time in a department store when she wasn't studying. To save on tuition, Jungkook moved her in and the two lived happily together once he allowed her to organize and give the space some livability and style.
Things were still tight but they were happy.
And then Kat entered the chat.
She had an apartment that was a train ride away, with a roommate that seemed pleasant upon first impression. But something about her inconsiderate company, the way she left dirty dishes in the sink for days that she only cleaned when said company was over, and the consistent ring left around the bathtub when she was done bathing that Kat just couldn't tolerate any longer.
So when things started between the three of them, she spent the majority of her days and nights with them. Mostly with Janelle since Jungkook would be working late at times.
Janelle and Jungkook had a system that Kat appreciated. Both of them cooked and cleaned, and their apartment always smelled good, a mix of marijuana and incense that she found comforting. For a while, Kat's stuff started accumulating in their storage.
Her clothes.
Her shoes.
Her makeup.
After some months of hopping between hers and theirs, it just made sense for her to live with them permanently.
She surprisingly made a lot from bartending, and could easily cover her part of the rent split three ways if they upgraded. So after a few months of looking and waiting, they found a bigger apartment in the same complex.
Sleeping arrangements were fluid, Janelle usually being the one to float between snuggling under Jungkook's big hard body or big spooning in Kat's bed because she knew Kat liked being cuddled as much as she did.
Even when she acted like she didn't.
And then there were those nights when the three of them piled up on the couches with Janelle sandwiched between her partners, letting the TV watch them until someone started snoring.
Usually Jungkook.
It was a happy little life they shared.
But as stated before, Janelle was still grateful for her bed in times like this. When the silence in her room could allow her mind to drift past her discomfort, her body sank deeper into her Downy-scented sheets and blankets.
Flashbacks of several hours ago replayed in her dreams, the detailed recall of Jungkook's scowl of focus trained on the arch in Kat's back rolling in a hazy slow motion.
The sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs.
The dents of his tight grip on Kat's waist.
The ripples of her backside bounced back and forth on her boyfriend's length as she released a moan of release.
The sound of his name in her voice and rumble of curses in his.
All so erotic and enchanting.
And arousing.
Janelle stands in witness of it all, this time not aggravated by the heat or the ache in her womb. But in awe of them.
In envy of them.
The look in both of their eyes when they noticed Janelle watching them was as lust drunk as they were, and Janelle smirked before she fully entered the room.
Shutting the door behind her...
It wasn't until she heard a random alarm on her phone going off that she realized she'd fallen asleep. Sweat coated her skin in a dewy sheen when she came to, reminding her that she hadn't put anything on after her bath.
Gone was the lustful haze clouding her vision, and back was the canopy of fairy lights warmly illuminating her bedroom. The scent of sex is replaced by her candle warmer and the gruff sounds of Jungkook's and Kat's moans are replaced by her panted breaths.
But one thing that did remain, however, was the slickness gathering between her thighs.
A slickness that in her slumber, her fingers explored and submerged themselves in between her lips.
Janelle's brain takes a few seconds to register what is happening, and she abruptly pulls her hand up from her sex to inspect her hand. She sighs in relief to find her index and middle fingers coated in a clear sheen of arousal before tucking her hand back between her legs.
She sighs again, staring at the ceiling before looking towards the door.
There wasn't much noise in the apartment from what she could hear, so she didn't quite know whether she was alone or not. From their conversation earlier, Janelle still half expected Kat and Jungkook to either be gone or getting ready to go to the show.
A hint of sadness washed over her at the thought despite her encouraging it, but it quickly stowed at the unsubtle reminder of her dream.
Spreading her legs wider beneath the covers, Janelle's brow crinkled as she pressed her slippery fingertips against her clit, rubbing over one side of it slowly until she shivered.
Coasting over her bud, her core tightened like a coil and relaxed with a shuddered sigh at how sensitive she was. Over and over her fingers teased until she felt herself on the brink, and she summoned the memory of Jungkook stuffed deeply inside of Kat to push her over the edge.
Janelle lets out a strained moan and her back arches off the bed, her two fingers going still over her clit to allow the full force of her orgasm to take hold of her.
Her walls pulsed needily, thickening the layer of nectar pooling from her entrance as she finally relaxed.
But as she rubbed over herself soothingly, Janelle realized quickly that she needed more.
It wasn't odd for her to be this insatiable at the height of fertility. Everything was sensitive. Her emotions. Her senses. Her body.
Horniness typically came with the pain of the syndrome and Jungkook, being the doting kind of boyfriend he was, figured out rather quickly how to handle his girl during this time of the month.
Speaking of.
"Baby? You awake?"
His muffled voice full of concern through her door was preceded by a couple of light taps against it with his knuckle. Janelle's eyes widen a little, blinking away the tears from her intense release before clearing her throat.
"Y...Yeah. Come in..." she rasps, pulling the blanket up to cover her nudity as if Jungkook hadn't seen her naked a billion times already.
The hinges squeak and he lingers in her doorway after opening it, tilting his head with an empathetic pout on his lips.
"Are you alive?" he smirks, lifting a brow.
Janelle responded to him with a weak smile and nod, giving his height a full upward appraisal as he stepped into her room and towards her bed.
He's dressed in a faded black graphic tee that hugged his biceps at the sleeves, similar to the way his ripped jeans clung to his quads. The single silver chain at his neck dangled as he leaned down to press his lips against Janelle's forehead, squatting beside her bed right after.
"Well, you look pitiful.." he chuckles, brushing stray hairs from her face. His touch did more to her than it usually did, on top of his scent and the warmth of his proximity, and Janelle found herself whimpering softly when he pulled his hand away.
"I feel pitiful. And you smell really good...Getting ready for the show?" her sad eyes lift to lock with his and Jungkook gazes down at her as if she were the most precious being to ever exist.
Biting his lip ring, he shakes his head.
"Naw. No show tonight. Tae already sold the tickets."
Janelle furrows her brow.
"What? Why?" she asks. His eyes go back to all the stubborn flyaways framing Janelle's face, most of them reverting to their natural state from her sweat and steamy bath earlier. He smooths them under his hand affectionately with a nonchalant shrug.
"Because I told him he could. There will be other shows to catch when all three of us can go. Otherwise, what would be the point? And don't even try to argue. Kat agrees. She wasn't trying to leave you here either.." he smirks at the combative look forming on her face. It fades immediately at the definitiveness of his response, and her bottom lip pokes out sourly.
"I told y'all it was ok though. You didn't have to do that. Now I feel bad..." she whines. Jungkook sighs before leaning back in to peck her trembling lips a few times to shut her up. He stills his kiss to run the tip of his nose over hers.
"Hush," he affirms with his lips still close enough for her to feel his smile.
"Now why the hell would I choose spending my night with a bunch of drunk ass metal heads in a dark smokey ass room too small for the people in it, when I could be here with you? Hmm?"
He punctuates the question with another peck against her lips, humming softly before putting just enough space between them to see her face fully.
"Plus Kat's a pain in the ass when she's drunk and there's no way in hell I was gonna deal with that shit alone. So boom. You're stuck with us."
Janelle giggles at the truth in his statement. For someone who worked at a bar and dealt out hundreds of shots a night, Kat was the LAST person you wanted to fool with when she was drunk.
A story for another time.
"You're right. Silly me.." Janelle wrinkles her nose, only adding to the cuteness Jungkook admired quietly. He leans up after a beat, seating himself on the edge of the bed and facing her. He thoughtlessly rested his hand on the curve of her hips cloaked by her blanket as he sighed.
"No shit. Anyway...I came in here to let you know that I was about to hit up 7-Eleven. Anything special you want or need?" He tilts his head with interest, his large hand stroking over the fuzz draping her curves.
Janelle thought about it for a few seconds, a plethora of things coming to mind that she was sure to want from her favorite convenience stop. But with the taste of her man still fresh on her lips and the memory of his shallow breathing warming them, her thoughts were clouded.
More like a debilitating fog in Jungkook's case. His face, his voice, his smell, his taste, and his touch were all-consuming.
Even now, his fingers spread over the roundness of her ass and come suspiciously close to the slit leading straight to her sex, a part of her that would be screaming his name if it could speak.
No, there was no way she could think of anything she wanted beyond him right now.
She pondered silently as her thoughts jumbled, all while Jungkook watched her warily with mild concern and amusement.
"Is it that hard of a question?" He chuckles and Janelle joins him in a bashful giggle of her own.
"No." She shakes her head.
"I just can't think of anything when I want so many things right now.." she looks away shyly. She reaches
Jungkook inches closer to the bed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he hooded his gaze on her.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Kisses? Please?.." Janelle whispers against his idled lips with begging eyes locked on his sultry gaze. She pulls her hand from under the blanket to curl around the side of his neck to emphasize her need, pulling herself up to meet him where he was.
Jungkook lets a little growl vibrate between them before going back in to part her lips with his slowly. Janelle moaned softly when his tongue teased hers, compelling her to lean up more to secure her cling to him.
This causes the fuzzy throw blanket to fall from her chest, exposing her nudity to the cool air around them. Jungkook doesn't seem to notice until his hand slides over her ticklish ribs though.
He pulls back in slight surprise at the feel of her smooth skin under his fingers, leaving Janelle chasing his lips.
"Nell..Where yo clothes at?" He breathes, skimming his touch over her side. His thumb brushes the underside of her boob just barely, but it's enough to make her nipples harden under his watchful eye.
A blush floods through her entire body at the way she felt him tracing her curves, and she allows him to discard the blanket completely for further confirmation.
His brows shoot up immediately.
"Oh damn. You naked naked. I at least expected panties.." he chuckles, his hand going to run over her thick thighs.
"It's too hot for panties. I'm all achy and sensitive. You know how I get.." she tries to defend her scarceness pointlessly, making Jungkook's curiosity and mischief mount.
"Mmhmm.." he dismisses her as his hand travels to the dip between her knees.
Her legs remained pressed together as if she were afraid of him to see how much of a mess she already was. She should have known better than to do that though.
With little effort, Jungkook pushes her knees apart, exposing her most private parts to him hopelessly.
His brows lift unsubtly at the way Janelle's pussy bloomed the prettiest shade of pink he'd ever seen. Her clit peaked between her lips, still shiny and swollen, while the rest of her sex glistened in the warmly lit room.
Not that he was surprised by it. After being with her for a while, he had never experienced a woman being so excitable near her time of the month. He wasn't at all squeamish and didn't mind running a red light now and then if she was comfortable with it. But it was the week before that he loved because she was always outrageously wet and sensitive. It drove him insane.
Thoughtfully, he glances down at his attire before shooting up and away from the bed.
She hears him call for Kat from her doorway and Kat responds loudly from across the apartment.
"Kat!"
"Kat!"
Some time ago...
"Kat?"
Janelle stares at herself in uncertainty in the mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing herself harshly in her mind.
She takes a few steps back to get a full-body view, turning to the side and sucking in uselessly before exhaling loudly and turning back up to the mirror.
"Kat!?" Janelle's voice breaks when she yells this time.
A few seconds after passing the doorway, Kat backtracks and pokes her head in curiously at the sound of Janelle calling to her with lifted brows.
"What, what happened?..... Oooooh sexy mama..." She grins, immediately distracted by the way the low-cut white latex dress conformed to Janelle's curves.
Tonight was the New Year's Eve party, hosted by one of Jungkook's friends on the rooftop of some 5-star hotel uptown. The theme was 'Brand New', calling for all-white attire.
Kat's general disgust was felt at such news, seeing as how white was one of the hues she'd worn the least in her lifetime. But that didn't stop her from tossing together a sexy little ensemble that still showed her edgy side.
She's in her short white body con wrap dress with the sides cut to reveal most of her slender torso. Kat was more on the slimmer side so dresses that showed more always felt less forgiving on Janelle, in her opinion.
Even now in her dress, she felt overly aware of how the little bulge of her lower tummy seemed more noticeable, as well as how wide her hips were.
Janelle accepts Kat's praise with an impish smile that falters the moment she notes how flawless Kat's makeup looks. Her smokey eyes and dark lips, offsetting her bright hair had her looking like a sexy vampire. Totally on theme while remaining on brand for Kat. She looked gorgeous and for the first time since Kat had moved in, Janelle felt oddly intimidated by it.
"Ugh look at you...I suck so much at this "Bad Bitch" stuff.." she huffs. She returns her attention to her reflection and grimaces in dissatisfaction at her makeup. Which by anyone else's standards looked just as good as Kat's but let her hormones tell, she was a potato.
Kat frowns at her expression.
"Um...what?" she chuckles, stepping into the bathroom.
She stops behind Janelle and observes her reflection with her over her shoulder. From what she could see, what Janelle said was far from the truth. Her makeup was perfectly done as it always was. Her skin had an airbrushed finish, highlights, and contours blended seamlessly. Her lips were plump and nude.
"Janelle, what the fuck are you talking about?." Kat snarls and Janelle huffs pitifully.
"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it at all. When I bought this dress, it fit me way differently. Now I feel like I'm busting out of it and nothing else looks right either."
Apart from her disproval of her how her dress fit, and her makeup, Janelle couldn't seem to figure out what she wanted to so with her hair.
She'd blown it out and straightened it the night before and she'd just unwrapped it. Middle part? Side part? Up-do? Half up, half down? Beach waves or bone straight?
She lacked the vision and motivation to obtain one since nothing else about her look seemed to come together the way she imagined it. Kat stood by, listening to Janelle degrade her looks for only a few more seconds before cutting her off.
"Alright. Enough of that. You sound crazy." Kat dismisses her with a shake of her head. She abruptly steps around and grabs Janelle by the shoulders so that she's facing her head.
She assessed Janelle's makeup for herself, deeming it flawless before inspecting her hair.
Her eyes go up and focus on her finger combing through the front of her head to find the natural flow and fall of her delicately cut layers until she's satisfied.
"There..just let it flow like this. Natural and pretty.." Kat comments distractedly as she brushes a stray strand of hair from Janelle's face without disturbing her perfectly shaped eyebrows and the style she'd just created.
As she did, Janelle's gaze fell to her lips. Kat's complexion always reminded me of a caramel macchiato after twirling her straw around a few times. And the cinnamon freckles dotting her face were just visible beneath her foundation, intentional.
But her lips were lined and filled perfectly with MAC Ximal's deep maroon shade that reminded her of a Rubicon Spray rose in full bloom.
"Why are you so pretty Kat?" Janelle asks in a small voice, sounding as if she were on the brink of tears. Kat's expression hardened at the tremble in Janelle's tone.
"I ingest the souls of my enemies. Oh and sunscreen. What's your secret?" she deadpans, going back to playing in Janelle's hair as she laughs.
"Hmmph...maybe I should give that a try." her laughter tapers as she turns her head to examine her reflection. Before she can say anything negative, Kat nudges her cheek to bring her attention back to her.
"Don't start that. Now what's going on with you? How do you not know how fucking beautiful you are Belly?"
"Belly?" Janelle scrunches her nose at the new nickname in amusement. Kat nods.
"Yeah. Short for Jelly Belly. I've been calling you that in my head for months, it just finally slipped out." she shrugs, and Janelle's head tips back as she lets out another round of laughter.
"Oh? Because I'm chubby?" she jokes but Kat doesn't join her laughing. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Janelle was feeling a bit fuller than usual tonight, PMS bloating being the culprit. But no one minded it as much as she did.
And damn sure had nothing to do with the pet name, even though it ironically sounds like it did.
"No...jelly beans are just one of my favorite candies. And you are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your vibe, your face, your body is perfect to me.."
"So I remind you of a jelly bean?" Janelle could not help but laugh, picturing the curved round stubby little morsel of sugar in her mind.
"More or less. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw you for the first time. You were dressed so bright and bubbly, I said to myself 'This girl is way too sweet looking for a place like this...' "
"Funny...I thought the same thing when I saw you." Janelle perks her brow, bravely reaching for Kat's slim waist and reciprocating the possessive hold she had on her. Kat's mouth forms a grim line of disagreement.
"Yeah yeah...Anyway.Stop calling yourself fat. It's annoying. Id die for a body like yours." she pouts, stroking Janelle's curves appreciatively over the slick material of her dress.
"And I'd rather have yours. You look so good in whatever you wear, Kat. Meanwhile how I look depends on whether my uterus hates me for not being pregnant." Janelle mirths.
Kat laughs at that, relating to her pain all too well. Although since having her IUD, she hadn't experienced the same pain and discomfort that came with womanhood in a while, she still empathized.
It might have been true that what she felt wasn't all in her head and the way her white dress hugged her every curve didn't ease her insecurity. But as far as Janelle's body looking any less perfect to her, she disagreed wholeheartedly.
"Are you kidding? Janelle, your body proportions are perfect. Dead serious. This ass? You know how many people stop to watch you walk by out in public? I do it here and I know Jungkook does. Hell, whenever I see you walking around in those Tweetie Bird shorts, I just wanna stop you, bend you over bite it. It makes sense why Jungkook can't keep his hands off you."
Janelle starts to deny Kat's claims but remains silent when the ginger's eyes fall to the heavy globes filling the designated cups of latex in her bosom.
Kat's hands lift slowly from her waist, cupping the shape of her breasts tenderly.
"Or these..." her thumbs coast over Janelle's responsive nipples, and they harden on contact right before her eyes.
"They're so fucking pretty, I just wanna hold them in my mouth until you melt..." she mouths distractedly, still rubbing over Janelle's nipples in a mini trance. Janelle watched her hands work, squeezing her tits until she couldn't hold back her little restrained moan anymore. Among other parts of her changing body during this time, Janelle's nipples were at their most sensitive now.
Kat releases her at the sound, her bold hands returning to hold Janelle's waist. She shakes her head sheepishly.
"Sorry...that was kinda gay.." she jokes as if everyone didn't already know how 'gay' Kat was. So gay in fact that the index and middle digits on her dominant hand were always the only nails she kept short whenever she got them done.
Janelle noticed that immediately.🌚
"It's ok.." Janelle rasps, clearing her throat and they both share a laugh that fades out the moment they lock eyes again. Janelle is first to look away shyly, shaking off her emotions and releasing them with a sigh.
"Thank you...no one has ever said anything like that to me before." she lifts her eyes slowly, meeting Kat's incredulous expression.
"I doubt that. Your mans over here says all kinds of nasty stuff to you, I'm sure."
"Yeah but..it's different with you. Men will say anything for a chance to get a woman's pants. Jungkook doesn't have to sweet talk me but he knows what it'll get him if he does. But you...I can tell you mean that."
Janelle didn't consider herself a lesbian or bisexual early on.
Never had been and never desired to be one when being with men felt like enough. Sure, she found women attractive, often finding herself staring at the ones she found most captivating. But never did she think of herself as a woman that was into women.
Until she saw Katya.
Spotting her working the bar with such skill and confidence, dancing freely with other bartenders, and flirting with patrons, there were things about the slightly androgynous personality with soft feminine facial features that made her the exception.
Still stroking Janelle's temple affectionately, Kat smirks.
"Hmm...and can you tell how much I wanna kiss you right now?" The tip of her tongue peaks and curls out the side of her mouth salaciously, tilting her head with interest.
"What's stopping you?" Janelle breathes after a beat, her lips remaining parted in anticipation of Kat's next move.
Leaning in, Kat's dark lips press over Janelle's nude and glossy pout, both of them sighing in tandem.
Kat sucks on the fattest lip softly, staining Janelle with her lipstick before opening her up to explore her with her tongue. Janelle's lashes fluttered at the way Janelle made her feel dominated in the way kissed her, parting her lips wider for her to deepen her dive. Kat slides a hand over Janelle's neck and locks her in place, making Janelle moan softly against her.
The two stood there for what felt like a while, kissing and exploring each other's curves with tentative touches, tuning out anything that wasn't between them. Even the heavy sounds of footsteps echoing in the hallway.
"Hey, Yall almost ready?...Whoa..." Jungkook pauses mid-step in the open bathroom doorway, unbuttoning the cuff of his crisp white denim jacket's sleeve.
Jungkook's take on the theme was very true to his nature. He wore an all-white Calvin Klein set, jacket, and jeans, with a loosely tucked white v-neck. His silver chain and rings accent the outfit with a pop of glitz that's offset by his overall monochromatic aesthetic. Simple and sexy.
But damn all of that. He just walked in on two fine-ass women tongue-kissing in his bathroom.
Kat pulled away from Janelle's lips to turn around, leaving her kissing partner's head spinning and eyes fluttering as she came back to earth. Noting Jungkook's astounded expression, Kat smirks devilishly. She licks her lips before shooting Janelle a glance.
"What was that Kook?" she asks him, knowing full and well, she'd heard him.
Jungkook blinked distractedly, replaying the image of bliss and pleasure on Janelle's face when Kat licked passionately at her mouth. Blood rushes in his veins excitedly, most of it gathering just below the elastic of his CK boxer briefs, pulsing in time with his heart.
"I..was just asking if you two were..ready," he responds, smirking at his pause when Janelle blushed behind Kat, looking away guiltily.
"Yeah, almost. Was just helping Nell with her makeup..." she says smoothly, cheekily turning back to Janelle to make her blush even harder.
"Why? Did you need something?" she tosses back to him, insinuating that he was interrupting.
"Nope." He shakes his head, not making any moves to leave. Seeming as if they were now at a standstill, Kat turned to him, her shoulders squared as she folded her arms over her chest.
"Ok..well?.." she trails off, her eyes pointing beyond where Jungkook was standing, a challenge clear in her frisky glare.
Jungkook's brows go up again and the corners of his mouth droop as if he were genuinely impressed by her bold attempt at dismissing him.
Janelle wasn't far off when she said he and Kat were just alike. While they got along well enough over the past few weeks of her living with them, Jungkook did notice that when it came to Janelle...
They had a bit of a territorial streak he knew they would need to work out.
He wasn't invasive nor was he a creep, but he did start to understand the appeal of seeing his partner being loved on by someone else.
Someone he didn't have to compete with.
Someone who was beginning to be as frustratingly attractive the longer she was around.
But one thing Kat wasn't about to do, no matter how sexy she looked with Janelle, was run him off in his own apartment.
"Well... no need to rush perfection. Carry on.." he states, propping his shoulder against the door frame with his thumbs tucked in his pockets, getting cozy and showing he had no intention of leaving them to it. Kat smirked at his stubbornness, finding it more amusing than anything as she scoffed.
"Anyway...how long till the car pulls up?" she asks and Jungkook lifts his wrist to examine his watch.
"Uhhh...less than an hour."
Kats nods in understanding, turning back to Janelle.
"Alright...You got it from here or you still need my help?" she asks, knowing she implied more than just aiding Janelle in getting ready for the night.
"I...I think I got it." she stammered with a shy smile, having its usual effect on Kat as she nodded again.
"K...well, you know where to find me." she winks, patting Janelle's booty before turning away.
When facing Jungkook, Kat looks him up and down before giving him a muted look of disgust that makes him grin.
"You look nice.." he complimented her as she squeezed past him.
"Shut up." She poked Jungkook's side with her pointy nail as she passed, making him cough and clutch his rib protectively, sticking his tongue out at her back childishly.
Janelle chuckles breathily and rolls her eyes.
"Yall should just bang and it over with. Put me out of my misery..." she smirks and Jungkook wrinkles his nose.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Mmmhmm...Ok, what do you think?" she does a little spin for him, masking her former insecurities well enough for the question to just sound like a question. When she stops, she's back facing the mirror, that look of uncertainty still in her eyes.
Jungkook regards her softly for a moment before approaching slowly, appraising her from head to toe with his lip tucked between his teeth. He joins her at the mirror, stooping to rest his chin on her shoulder and wrap his arms around her waist from behind.
His hand widens over her belly, stroking the little pudge affectionately as he locks eyes with her reflection.
"I think you're perfectly gorgeous. Like always. This dress is sexy on you..." he remarks, kissing her shoulder.
"Really?" Janelle lights up at his compliment and he nods.
"Mmhmm..You look sexy in white." he looks up at her suggestively, pressing himself against her plump ass for emphasis.
His hands were sneaky at first but the unsubtle feeling of him rolling up her dress just enough for him to be able to cup her sex with his fingers stroking the seam of her lips through her panties.
She was wet and it was evident in the way her panties barely shielded her from the friction Jungkook's steady hand caused. Janelle's back melts against Jungkook's chest, her head falling against his shoulder as she gasped.
"Do you feel sexy?" he murmurs, kissing her shoulder again. His fingers continued to rub her mound, focusing on the little hill of her clit that was hardening and beginning to poke through the seam of her lips. Janelle shook when he rubbed her harder, a whispered 'yes' coming out in a soft moan that only Jungkook could hear.
He smirks, nosing through her hair until he's able to plant a kiss on her neck. He tucks her straightened tresses behind her ear carefully to gain better access to her skin, suckling and nibbling until the evidence was just barely visible if anyone looks hard enough.
Soon after, his mischievous hand abandons its tease to begin fixing her dress. The latex-like material rolls back down her thighs with a little 'snap' of confirmation.
"Good. Hold on to that feeling. I'll take care of you when we get back home.." Jungkook straightens up, placing a careful kiss to her temple before leaving her standing at the mirror with her core clenching and sexually, keyed up from the way both he and Kat had just handled her.
Like putty.
Janelle exhales, shaking off the arousal and regaining her focus on finishing getting ready. She scans the counter littered with makeup products and the flat iron that was still warm from styling her hair. She then looks back at herself in the mirror with keen eyes.
Despite being flustered by Kat's intervention and Jungkook's gentle teasing, her makeup and hair were well intact.
Well, apart from that dark rouge tint blending with her nude-toned lips, and the way Jungkook had tucked her hair behind her ear to expose the faint love bite he'd left her. Flaunting the marks of both of her dates tonight would dispel any insecurities she felt several minutes before. It made her feel sexier than ever feeling so claimed and desired by both of them.
As if they'd done what they did on purpose, a collaborative effort to make sure she felt just as good as she looked.
If so, they worked well together.
Back to the present...
"KAT!"
"WHAT?!"
"C'mere!" He yells, still leaning out of Janelle's bedroom doorway. Cool air from the hall seeped into the room, pricking her skin with goosebumps. She pulled the blanket back up to cover herself, blinking curiously with a frown as she watched Jungkook.
Seconds later, Kat appeared in front of Jungkook, dressed in only a beige Nike sports bra and black sweats rolled up at the waist. Her wild mane of fire sat on top of her head in a messy ponytail, her glare fixed on Jungkook.
"What?" She huffs again, visibly irritated and Jungkook leans in to whisper something to her. She looks to Jungkook warily but doesn't stop him from speaking. Janelle's brow crinkled at them.
Gradually, Kat's scowl fades the longer Jungkook's mouth moves at her ear and her eyes go to Janelle midway.
Then she smirks.
Not just a normal smirk either. There was a hunger in her expression that sent a frenzy of excitement to bloom between Janelle's thighs just from the way Kat's gaze scanned her lounging body shielded by her blanket.
Kat's bottom lip tucks between her teeth when Jungkook pulls away from her. He gives her a knowing look with lifted brows.
"You got it?" he says and Kat looks to him reluctantly, nodding and nudging him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I got it."
"You sure?" Jungkook doesn't budge, being the brick wall he was, and Kat sighs.
"Yes! Would you just go? I got it.." she tips her chin to point over his, emphasizing his dismissal with another shove at his shoulder and muscular arm. At her eagerness for him to leave, Jungkook chuckles. Shaking his head, he glances back at Janelle.
"I'll be back baby. Text me if you think of something."
"Ok," Janelle responds softly, still tucked shyly below her blanket with longing eyes that move from him to Kat slowly.
Jungkook leaves them alone, the jingling of his keys fading to nothing as the front door shutting sealed the women in their apartment.
Kat approaches Janelle's bedside, taking Jungkook's place by squatting at the head of her bed. She reaches out to cup Janelle's cheek, rubbing her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb.
"Hey Belly..." Kat all but whispers, her sexy rasp pulling all of Janelle's attention to her touch.
"Hey.." she sighs and Kat smiles softly.
Her hand moves to remove the elastic band from Janelle's hair gently, pulling it until her dark brown waves fanned out over her pink satin-covered pillow.
"Your hair is curling back up." Kat remarks observantly, brushing her fingertips over Janelle's hairline.
"I know...I was sweating too much today." Janelle whines and Kat shakes her head.
"I don't know why you bother straightening it in the summer. You should just wear it curly," she says, running her fingers through her hair, her nails gently detangling the curly and straight strands as she spoke.
"Your hair is so thick and healthy. A break from the heat wouldn't hurt at all.."
"Mmhmm.." Janelle hummed, relishing in her girlfriend's touch. It differs greatly from Jungkook in ways she couldn't explain, but it affected her the same.
Janelle sighed as she got lost in Kat's doting touch, leaning into her hand while she played in her hair.
She wondered vaguely what Jungkook said to her before he left but her mind was too jumbled by hormones to ask. She whimpers at the soothing feeling of Kat's fingernails scraping her scalp, her eyelids drooping.
"Kook says you're still hurting pretty bad..." Kat's sultry rasp strummed in Janelle's ears like a Spanish guitar. She nods wordlessly, her brows inverting into a pitiful expression as she opens her eyes. Kat's gaze warmed over her, her lips pouting.
"Want me to make it better?" She asks, despite having received clear instructions from Jungkook on how to take care of their girl.
Her other hand curls over the dip of Janelle's waist, gently tugging at the blanket covering her upper body. Janelle gasped as she is slowly revealed to Kat, whose eyes glazed over with lust the moment they made contact with her skin.
Janelle laid on her back with her hands resting over her breasts, thoughtlessly playing with her nipples as Kat scanned her body.
"How.." Janelle begins but her question halts the second Kat scoots closer to her on the bed, leaning over her. She licks her lips, her attention falling to Janelle's dainty fingers toying with her stiffening peaks.
"Kook told me he used to help you when you were in pain like this all the time." she exhales, one of her hands wrapping around Janelle's wrist to pull it away from her chest. Kat pins it to the mattress.
"He did...but you don't have t.." Janelle stammers, going silent at the sudden press of Kat's lips against hers.
"Hmm? What did he use to do?" She asks uselessly against her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Janelle. The sheets and blankets rustled as she pressed her thighs together, a helpless attempt at easing the ache growing between them.
Kat noticed and knew full and well what the doting boyfriend she'd witnessed him being numerous would do in this situation. His words from a minute ago were clear.
Do whatever you gotta do.
Just make her cum..
She'd be lying in saying the way the words sounded coming from his growl of a whisper didn't make her walls clench. But she'd ignore it in favor of making Janelle feel good. She only asked her because she liked the way Janelle would stammer when asked to talk dirty.
She was so shy sometimes, it was adorable. Kat hummed questioningly to remind Janelle to respond by licking over her tongue.
"He...he would just take care of me." Janelle mouths.
"You know, massage my back...Rub my legs...Touch me..and stuff.."
Janelle's voice faded as a sudden shyness took hold, but that didn't stop her hand from clenching into a fist, her other squeezing her nipple hard until she gasped.
If she could, she'd be touching herself as she was before, less to answer the question and more to quell the simmering need for stimulation between her legs. Obeying her body, Janelle pulls her trapped wrist from Kat's hold to push it beneath the blanket to cup her pussy. She leans up slightly and sighs in relief at her touch, pressing her fingers against her clit.
With a whine and a bite of her lip, Janelle told her attentive girlfriend all she needed to know.
Pulling away, Kat's gaze falls to where Janelle's hand disappeared under the blanket, lifting her brows slowly in intrigue.
With her tongue poking at the corner of her mouth, Kat looks back up at Janelle's flustered and lustful expression with a smirk.
"Lay back." she chuckles, nodding towards the head of Janelle's bed. She reluctantly obeys, too weak and needy to protest as Kat climbs on to join her. She straddles Janelle's waist, hovering over her to block out the brightness of the fairy lights dangling above them.
The blanket is pulled away completely from Janelle's body, confirming what Jungkook mentioned before leaving them, and her eyes darken.
Unlike her petite and lithe body with just enough curves to be appreciated, Janelle's body type was a little further right on the scale. Full breasts that sagged gorgeously from the gravity of laying back, with the prettiest sand dollar-sized cocoa brown areoles Kat had ever seen.
Her curves were artistic, sloping from her ribcage and bowing out to wide enviable hips that she knew Jungkook loved to hold. Hell, so did she. And her skin was always smooth and supple, even after going pruney in the tub.
"Have your tits always been this big or am I trippn?" Kat thinks aloud with her attention on Janelle's heaving chest. The question catches her off guard and Janelle drops her chin to inspect herself as if she didn't have these boobs for the better half of her life.
Kat's hand slides over Janelle's skin until she's cupping the brown globe in the curve of her palm, watching it jiggle slightly with satisfaction.
"Awww they're so swollen baby. I never noticed them getting like that before.." she adds and the comment alone had Janelle's nipples hardening under her fixed gaze.
"It's ok if I touch you right? I know I'm not Jungkook but I think I can help you feel better the way he did if you'd let me.."
Janelle scoffs in amusement at her words.
"Girlfriends ask their girlfriends if they can touch them?" She jokes and Kat shrugs.
"Good girlfriends do. Plus I want you to be comfortable. We've never done anything like this before. At least not without Jungkook."
Janelle thought about it, considering how she felt about Kat amidst their unique relationship.
To the grand majority of folks on the outside looking in, the idea of two women sharing a man was preposterous. Many stated that the only person benefiting from it of the three was Jungkook, but that was so far from the truth.
Janelle didn't feel like she was sharing Jungkook with Kat. If anything, she was the one being shared, more so that they had equal claims to each other in different ways. Some sexual. Some emotional. But all consensual and understood clearly.
Her relationship with Kat was no exception.
She was attracted to her physically from the moment she saw her creamy tawny complexion freckled with cinnamon all over.  
Her favorite drink...
She was bold and feisty despite her size and Janelle felt safe with her. She was as much a lover as she was a friend, making it easier for her to accept her into her heart and relationship.
She had feelings for Kat in the way she loved Jungkook, which was what made their dynamic work.
But with all of that being said, they'd never had sex exclusively.
Ever.
Kissing, touching, and watching the other get railed by their boyfriend aside.
Kat awaited Janelle's response, keeping her hands above the blanket patiently.
"Of course it's ok. Touch me..please.. " she rushed to say all needy and breathless.
Kat smirks at the sound before running her hand back down to Janelle's open thighs, joining her hand. Janelle moves it and her mouth gapes slowly in reaction to Kat's fingers dipping inside of her, collecting her arousal to rub over her clit.
Janelle tenses and relaxes on contact, arching up from the mattress slightly.
"Ughhh yes.." she shudders. Kat's smirk widens to a grin as she rubbed her fingers over Janelle's stiffening clit. She strums over it with increased pressure and speed that has Janelle panting and moaning as if she were already close to cumming.
She gets extra sensitive before her period starts. Extra wet. Extra horny.
It'll be easy...
Jungkook's voice chimed in Kat's mind. He wasn't lying. Janelle was on the brink of coming undone and Kat had barely done anything to her. Her moans compelled Kat to move down her body, inching closer to the apex of her thighs to get into a sniper position between her legs.
Janelle propped up on her elbows and swallowed heavily as she watched Kat get into the intimate position. Kat could detect Janelle tensing slightly, and she glanced up from her shadowed folds to lock eyes with her.
"Calm down Belly, I got you.." She soothed as her mouth brushed against Janelle's vulva.
Kat's tongue glances over her lips, eyes up and fixed on the way Janelle's jaw slowly slackens. She expected her to taste as sweet as the nickname she'd given her. More than likely due to her hormones, the slick glossing Janelle's folds pulled and dangled from Kat's tongue when she pulled away for a look.
Janelle's petals were just as pretty, blooming the more Kat spread them. Her eyes fell shut as she focused on her taste lingering on her taste buds.
She goes in again, licking her deeper to part her and taste the arousal gathering at her entrance. Janelle watches closely with her hooded gaze fixed on the way Kat's peachy pink pierced tongue disappeared and reappeared between her swollen lips.
When the ball of the tongue ring presses against her clit, Janelle gasps and bites her lip. Kat's eyes opened and returned to her face, but she never paused. She never stops.
One thing about Kat, she knew her way around a pussy. Considering she had one herself, of course, as well as her past experiences with being intimate with women.
Her tongue is wet and fast-moving over Janelle's sensitive bud, rosy pink and swollen from the intense arousal. Every flick felt electrifying and it wasn't very long from the moment she began licking her pussy that Janelle was gasping sharply at the explosion of release.
Her back arched from bed and her legs trembled over Kat's shoulders, her voice frayed and breathy as she came down.
Feeling her relax, Kat's relentless tongue slows to a soothing flat lick up and down Janelle's sex, tasting her cum and easing the delicious taper of her orgasm.
Jungkook was right. That didn't take long at all, and while Kat could have just chalked that up to her skill, she knew it had more to do with how sensitive Janelle already was.
"Good?" She mouths, her eyes on Janelle's drunken expression. Her girlfriend merely nods, her eyelids drooping from deepening fatigue.
"So good...my god.." she sighs weakly, blinking slowly.
Kat's ego swelled with pride at her words, her gaze dropping to Janelle's glistening pussy with another question popping up in her brain.
"Jungkook ever make you cum that fast?" She teased, leaning in to plant a soft wet kiss against Janelle's clit. When Kat's lips latched onto it softly, Janelle's left keg twitched.
"Ah!.. I'm not telling...you for his pride's sake.." Janelle struggled to say as Kat suckled her overly sensitive bud against her tongue. Kat chuckles, her voice vibrating her heat deliciously before she lifts her head.
"Say less.." she smirks knowingly.
Her gaze falls back to Janelle's pussy, which was still throbbing and shiny inches from her face.
"Just so you know..." she pauses to flick her tongue over her clit again just to hear Janelle moan one more time.
"Your pussy tastes really good. No wonder why Kook volunteers to stick his face down here. I can't blame him one bit.." she shakes her head. Janelle rolls her sleepy eyes, finally giving in to fall back against her pillow with a heavy sigh.
"Shut up." she giggles breathlessly, running her hands over her face. Kat watched her fondly, a soft smile parting her wet lips. She starts to lick them when a naughty idea pops in her head
"Im foreal..Here.."
Kat climbed over Janelle's body, pinning her with her stare as she leaned in to kiss her. As if to prove she wasn't joking, Kat feeds Janelle the taste of her cum from her tongue to hers, licking into her mouth as sinuously as before until Janelle pulls away to breathe.
"Oh fuck..that was so nasty and sexy...I can't.." she huffs, making Kat laugh.
"Mmhmm. Feel better?" she asks genuinely after a beat, pussy breath and all, and Janelle looks up at her. She nods sheepishly with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, keeping that perfectly sexy smile on Kat's face.
Janelle blinked, marveling at how beautiful Kat's smile really was. She didn't do it much, sporting a rather sexy RBF the majority of the time.
It was a shame.
She had one of the most beautiful smiles Janelle had ever seen.
Feeling magnified under Janelle's softening stare, Kat's smile fades.
"Um...Well, good."
She pecks her lips once more for good measure before hopping up from the bed. Janelle sat up with a confused frown as Kat fixed her oversized sweats on her hips before raking her nails up her nape as she set off to leave the room.
"Wait...Where are you going?" Janelle calls after her just as Kat reaches the open doorway.
"To cook you something." Kat looks back at her over her shoulder with a hand resting on the doorframe. Janelle's pout drops into a skeptical frown.
"But you don't cook Kat." she narrowed her eyes and Kat's wide and stunned eyes scanned the room.
She was right. Kat couldn't cook to save her life and that was another reason she hopped on the opportunity to move in. Janelle and Jungkook were the cooks of the relationship while Kat gladly cleaned up after.
They all knew better than to allow her near a stove.
"Ok, To order you something then.." she repeats her tone and Janelle laughs.
Her body drops into the pillows and plushies at the head of her bed with a sigh of relief that Kat resented but understood. Janelle yawned before rolling onto her stomach, pulling her fuzzy blanket over her body.
"Thank God. Chickf ila, please? You know what I like.." she lays her head down, hugging the pillow. Kat bites down on her grin as she nodded, wishing she could cuddle up with Janelle some more to play in her hair, suck on her nipples and tease her clit until she came again. Her pussy ached to touch as well and she'd love to feel Janelle's timid touches on her wetness, then offering to lick it off of her fingers after she made her cum too.
Maybe later though. She was already dozing off.
"Anything for my Belly. Go to sleep. I'll be back." Kat rats her knuckles against the door frame before exiting Janelle's bedroom.
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renegadeurbanmediasource · 3 months ago
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an iconic American hip-hop group formed in 1985, known for their politically charged lyrics, revolutionary beats, and activism. Founded by Chuck D (Carlton Ridenhour) and Flavor Flav (William Drayton), the group emerged as a powerful voice in the late 1980s and early 1990s, addressing issues like racism, inequality, and the struggles of Black Americans.
Their groundbreaking albums, including *It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back* (1988) and *Fear of a Black Planet* (1990), featured hits like "Fight the Power" and "Bring the Noise." Public Enemy's unique sound, blending aggressive production by The Bomb Squad with Chuck D's commanding delivery and Flavor Flav's energetic ad-libs, helped redefine hip-hop as a force for social change.
Public Enemy's influence extends beyond music, as they became cultural icons and pioneers in addressing political activism through rap, inspiring generations of artists and movements.
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holylottie · 1 year ago
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masterlist [and warnings!]
PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x afab!reader
CHAPTER SINOPSIS — It's 2021, you try to take a grip of your life just like Lottie the past has taken a grip on your heart.
NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please go read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)
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Chapter 01 — no spotlight shine as bright as her
2021
1, 2, 3, 4…
Your feet were aching.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing you in a pretty leotard and flowy skirt, your ballet shoes leaking blood, staining your white tights like a sinner walking into heaven.
You were completely focused on the dance, watching every step with so much care that it was almost driving you into madness. You didn’t even blink, and your eyes were already swollen because of the lack of lubrication.
The song was fast, making you spin and spin around, dizzy and almost fainting, but that’s just how you always lived? on almost’s.
Your concentration couldn’t even be broken by the creatures showing up in the mirror. It was almost a copy of yourself, but with no face, a hair so long you couldn't see the end of it and always, always walking slowly, yet screaming louder and louder as she got farther and farther.
The lamuring lady — as you had used to call her (maybe thinking that naming something would give you power over it) — would drop thousands of teeth every time she opened her mouth to scream.
You got used to the sound, to her terrifying looks and behavior, however you could never look directly into her eyes.
They were the same as Lottie’s — and it was long ago since you've seen it.
As you expected it (but hoped it didn’t) everything changed after the rescue. Weirdly enough, you've felt more lost on your way back home than in the woods.
You never used the money. Perhaps it was a way to ensure a good future for yourself, to always have a big amount for emergencies or, perhaps, it was your way of hanging onto a piece of the past, of having a part of it to hold onto. Your fingernails were always bloody from the amount of strength you had to make to hold onto what you liked — so was your tongue, from how much you bit it.
5,6,7,8…
Your leg goes high, your bloody foot very close to your face, then you lower it, jumping in elegant hops around the rehearsal room.
You go to the left, count to three, to the other side, count to three, but when you put your leg to the side and spin, you count to two.
Once you finish it, breathing heavily, panting with your hip injury aching, you make the mistake of looking at the mirror. 
Her eyes, Lottie's eyes, burn your skin and you discover a fifth heel —the one where you cannot look at those orbs eternally, the one you live.
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You hated to be alone at your house. 
There wasn't much to it, it wasn't lavish or too eccentric, it was just filled with paint brushes, partitures and broken ballerina shoes on the floor, it was like entering an artist’s mind: I made this and it feels, i made this and I have to bare the anger and godhood of creation.
You always thought you were over it, that you were truly healing  — until you stared at your paintings and your dance routine and you realized every movement you make, either with your foot or brush, was following the same pattern, the same symbol.
You look at your reflection in the mirror and wonder if being perceived by others is less terrifying than being known as one's own. You wish you could take a vacation from your body and mind as you turn the tv on and scroll the channels, looking for something to make you forget your problems for a bit.
Except it only worsens the problem once you see Taissa on the tv.
You stare at the commercial immobilized, like you were just put on hold.
You feel anger, a deep rotten eager to scream at her.
But again, who were you to complain about Taissa on the tv? You were at the stage almost every week, you relished on the importance of the spotlight’s —relished on having the attention, but not being truly seen.
You were nothing but your art, perhaps Tai was the same: nothing but her morals. You would not take that away from her, you had a piece of you stolen once. You wouldn't be the one holding the knife.
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When you are on the stage, you don’t feel anything but pure bliss. 
To be seen by so many people in awe was almost as good as being looked at by Lottie, you loved it, to remember the sensation of having the sun itself perceiving you — shining just for you.
You loved all kinds of arts, even if you had a degree in biology. You liked to know how the brain feels, not how it works. Besides, Lottie always enjoyed more art than science.
In small moments, where you weren't the center of attention, you would steal glances of the public — you would pretend she was there, cheering you up, calling your name, simply looking at you with that smile of hers.
You would pretend you haven’t lost it all when they found you.
Too many thoughts would come to your mind when you were on stage. Today, you were thinking about your blood donations from yesterday, you thought that when being cut with the needle and given to another, the receiving end would feel this new blood boiling with the aching, with the need of being seen. 
Will your blood carry your love for Lottie? 
Will they bite their own hands and suck every drop of it in hopes of getting out this thirst for an unknown woman? 
Your soul ached for hers like an earthquake.
Your eyes tear a bit, would God forgive you for your sins? 
You shake your head while spinning, God’s forgiveness didn’t mattered — only her, only her mattered.
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You heard a new voice once you reached the backstage.
— I’m Jessica Roberts, from Star Ledger, you know? 
She got her hand out to you, her eyebrows getting higher. You take her hand. She had a tight grip but soft fingers, not really the type of finger that types so much like she claims she does.
— Not really if I’m being honest.
— Well, we work with stories. 
Oh, you see where this is going to go.
— I appreciate your presence, but no. — you needed to get her out of here, so you walked to the door, opening it.
She takes a deep breath, already tired, and you can imagine you're not the first she had seen today. 
— Don’t you wish to take it all out? Once it’s gone, no one will ever bother you anymore.
Or they will bother you more, you think.
— I understand your need for truth, but I don’t want that, I want to just bleed —I’m tired of making red paint out of my wounds.
Jessica looks at you puzzled, but she nods and gets out silently. You knew she would come back.
— But hm, thank you for the flowers!
— What flowers? — she frowns and so do you.
You hide it quickly with a smile.
— Nothing, don't worry, have a nice night!
Once she gets away, you turn around, if those flowers weren’t hers then who sent you? You didn’t have those types of friends and distanced yourself from all your family. 
You get close to the pretty bouquet, taking it onto your hand and opening the letter.
Inside of it there was a postcard.
A postcard with the symbol on it.
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kemetic-dreams · 13 days ago
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While the consensus is that hip hop originated in the Bronx, many scholars and enthusiasts argue that the genre's artistic roots can be traced back to Africa. Dating back to the 13th century, griots were prominent figures in West African kingdoms and empires. These highly skilled orators, poets, musicians, praise singers and satirists traveled extensively, recounting the history of their empires through rhythmic and repetitive delivery.
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This well-established oral tradition is often cited as a precursor to rap, suggesting it may have laid the foundational groundwork for the emergence of hip hop. 
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Call-and-response, popularized by artists like James Brown,and featured in 1980s songs like Kurtis Blow's "The Breaks". Call-and-response has deep historical roots in African traditions, evident in the Igbo musical style of ogene music, the foundational elements of fuji music and oríkì panegyrics performed by Yoruba priests.
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African-American poetry groups, collectively called The Last Poets offered the earliest glimpse of Africa’s influence on Western hip hop culture, during the Civil Rights movement. The group's vocal style incorporated elements of call-and-response and rhythmic chanting rooted in African cultural traditions. Moreover, the name "The Last Poets" was inspired by a poem titled "Towards a Walk in the Sun" by South African poet Keorapetse Kgositsile.
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clessiennethms · 3 months ago
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Cultural analysis of different musical genres: Hip-Hop, Punk Rock and Phonk: 
Hello everyone, today I would like to make a cultural analysis of three of my favorites musical genres :)
Music genres are not simply used to categorize sounds, they are also used to shape personal identities and social belongings. This relationship between music and identity is rooted in cultural, social, but also economic structures. 
Hip-Hop emerged from marginalized urban communities in the Bronx during the 1970s. It was a true cultural movement that represented resistance, self-expression as well as social commentary. Artists like Tupac Shakur speaks of the struggles concerning racial inequality and poverty. This genre truly forged a collective identity for the ones who felt rejected by the society.
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On the other hand, punk rock rejects the modern capitalistic ways of consumption.  Punk is not just music, but a subculture where fashion, attitudes and music intertwine. It creates a distinct identity for those opposed to social norms. Bands like The Sex Pistols truly embodies this ideal. Ultimately, we can say that Punk Rock is not just « music » as an art, but it is a true way of life. 
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Finally, Phonk is an emerging subgenre of Hip-Hop and electronic music that finds its origin from the sounds of Memphis rap in the 1990s. It’s characterized by slowed-down tempos, and samples from old rap vocals, creating a dark and gritty atmosphere. It is usually associated with younger audiences, in underground and digital spaces like SoundCloud. It reflects how music is constantly reinventing through nostalgia while shaping new subcultural identities. 
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Thank you for reading my post, see you next week :)
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