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[scltbvrns]

hindutva is hinduism how dare you insult savarkar like that? he literally freed our country liberals like you are ruining this country.

A) Open my intro page and then, read the dni section.

B) Hindutva is a political ideology based on Hindu ethnonationalism. Get your information right you insipid right winger.

C) Heroes like Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekar Azad, Bagha Jatin, Ashfaqullah Khan, Roshan Singh and many more did not sacrifice their lives so that one day a moron like you could wash away their sacrifice like that over a coward and a snitch who recieved pensions from the British crown even after independance.

D) I am NOT a liberal. I am a leftist. Learn the difference.

E) Happy Ambedkar Jayanti. Jai Bhim 🙏

[fuelinthetank]

“Welcome to McDonald’s, the home of the McDouble. What do you… want…”

Sylvie’s deadpan voice comes to a slow stop once she lifts her eyes from the register to the - sweaty - man in front of her. Oh no, not another one.

“Um… What can I get started for you?”

@kissedbymischief

"Uhhhh yeah--hi, uh--"

Truthfully? This was the second time he had gotten teleported from one location to the other; at first, he had a lot of nausea, then he felt a sudden hunger he couldn't do much about and he blamed Venom partly for that. He was tired, confused, and done with the whole teleporting situation he couldn't seem to also not do much about.

"GET THE CHOCOLATE EMPANADAS!!" Venom said inside his head.

"Shhh I'm...trying to pick--they don't have empanadas here, this is a McDonald's, we already left Mexico" He tried to whisper as he looked to the side as if Venom was there although it was just Eddie.

"EMPANADAS!"

"Fine, fine--shut up" He cleared his voice and looked ahead, trying to offer a reassuring smile to the young lady in front of him but he was sure it came of as creepy. "So can I get the uh...the chocolate filled treats? How about uh---four...?"

"TWELVE!"

"We don't---" He sighed "We don't have much money for twelve of those, you're getting four", he whispered. "Four", he told the young woman, "four's good. Uh how much is it?" Eddie asked while patting the pockets of his colorful swim trunks, looking for a few bills he just happened to have crumpled in there.

[iwasagod]

"You and I know about this. That's where it stops, you understand? It never happened."

⸻ Doom folded his arms, perhaps a hint to not exactly agreeing with the Colonel. He could see where he was coming from, he respected the man for his career, wits and skills, but from time to time even Doom had to disagree.

Both did remarkable work together even if, yes, there was no one greater, better than Doom himself. But given time and successful results between their collaborations, Doom couldn’t help but start to take a certain…liking to the Colonel. The information Zemo provided allowed Doom to be one step ahead of everyone else (although, he insisted, he always had been one step ahead of everyone), but he had to give it to Zemo for making it way easier for him to get access to Stark tech.

“Doom sees where you are coming from, Colonel. However, I must disagree this time.”

When had he gotten so soft with his opinions?

“Our collaboration must continue. It benefits both of us, Doom is sure you see it as well.”

[bloodstainedstar]

"Your reputation is warranted. You're beautiful at what you do."

✮ – There's a soft sigh that escapes his lips as he stands up, pulling and taking the knife previously thrown and stuck on the ground, straightening his back subtly while his eyes focused on the other man.

"I've heard the first part for centuries, not so much the second one", Bucky said and there was a hint of a smile before he pocketed the knife and looked away, shoulder length hair slightly moving as well, some of it carefully tucked behind his right ear.

"What do you want, Zemo? I know flattery doesn't usually come on its own", he said, but he sounded amused rather than suspicious.

[dreamesamu]

MORE ANGST PLS IM BEGGING YOU (ILOVEYIURWRITINGVERYMUCHFR)

AKSBWIHSKEVDS TYSM 😭😭 I JUST WOKE UP

I live for angst lately and all of u are gonna suffer (me) /lh 😏🤝🙄

[domm1etae]

OKAY WAIT HEAR ME OUT I JS HAD A IDEA. In honor of ateez nee comeback obviously.. the lyrics “you the one im tryna finish” HELLO?

SO! Yunho smut, where he js comes home from preforming the new somg, still in his suit.. then you rant abt the mv.. AND JT LEADS TO EATING U OUT!

“you the one im tryna finish”

you the one im tryna finish

yunho x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.4k

Yunho walks in fresh off the stage looking like sin in a suit, and one thing leads to another..

nsfw tags under

m/f, dom yunho, boyfriend!yunho, sub reader, post-performance, smut, oral sex (f!receiving), soft dominance, teasing, praise, thigh kisses, light possessiveness, intimate couch setting, body worship, cocky

The soft click of the door unlocking pulls your attention from the television. A rush of anticipation bubbles up as the handle turns, the familiar sound of Yunho’s steps filling the quiet apartment. When he steps inside, it’s as though the world outside ceases to exist.

Still dressed in his stage suit, he looks like he’s walked straight out of a dream. The fitted jacket hugs his broad shoulders, the dark fabric accentuating his tall frame. A few strands of his hair stick to his forehead, the remnants of sweat from hours of performing only adding to the allure. He pulls at the knot of his tie, loosening it slightly as his gaze finds you on the couch.

“Hey,” he greets, his deep voice soft and tinged with exhaustion, yet his smile is radiant.

Your heart flutters in response. “Yunho,” you call, grabbing the remote and pausing the music video you’ve been rewatching. The screen freezes on a shot of him staring into the camera with that smoldering gaze that makes your stomach twist. You point at the TV, your cheeks already warm. “We need to talk about this.”

His brow arches as he steps further into the room, slipping off his shoes by the door. “Talk about what?” he asks, amusement lacing his tone. The tie hangs loosely around his neck now, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, giving you a teasing glimpse of his collarbone.

You gesture wildly toward the screen. “This whole music video. You. The suit. The choreography. The lyrics. ‘You the one I’m tryna finish’? What the hell, Yunho?!”

He laughs, the sound rich and warm, but there’s something in the way he looks at you—a flicker of intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “You didn’t like it?” he teases, his tone light, though his smirk suggests he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“No, I didn’t like it,” you reply, your voice rising in faux indignation. “I loved it. Too much, in fact. Now I’m sitting here rethinking every choice I’ve ever made and wondering how I’m supposed to live my life after—”

Your words falter as Yunho crosses the room, his long strides bringing him to the couch in seconds. He drops down beside you, the cushions sinking under his weight, and leans closer, one arm draping along the backrest behind you. His presence is overwhelming, his cologne still clinging faintly to his skin.

“Go on,” he says, his voice lower now, almost a murmur. “I’m listening.”

Your throat feels dry as you look at him. The way he’s watching you, his lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes half-lidded and dark with amusement—it’s too much. You try to summon your earlier indignation, but it’s hard to focus when he’s this close.

“You—” you start, your voice faltering as his hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline.

“Me?” he prompts, tilting his head. His voice is teasing, but his touch is anything but. His fingers trail down to your chin, tilting your face toward him.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours. The kiss is sudden, stealing the breath from your lungs. It’s not gentle—there’s a heat to it, a hunger that leaves no room for hesitation. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue brushes against yours, deepening the kiss.

Your hands instinctively find the front of his shirt, clutching the fabric as you let yourself get lost in him. The world outside fades, your earlier rant forgotten as his lips move against yours, coaxing soft whimpers from your throat.

When he finally pulls back, his breathing is uneven, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His eyes search yours, a mix of desire and something deeper swirling in their depths.

“You’re the one I’m tryna finish,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as his thumb brushes over your lower lip.

The words send a wave of heat crashing through you, and before you can process them, he’s moving. His hands slide down to your thighs, tugging you effortlessly into his lap as he leans back against the couch cushions. His large hands spread over your legs, his thumbs drawing slow, deliberate circles against your skin.

“You’ve been thinking about me all night, haven’t you?” he asks, his voice low and tinged with something possessive.

You want to argue, but the way his hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he leans down to press a kiss to your neck, steals any coherent thought from your mind. “Y-Yunho—”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your skin. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

His hands move with purpose, sliding under the hem of your shorts. He shifts, laying you back against the cushions as he kneels between your legs. His eyes roam over you, dark and filled with intent, as he tugs your shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, leaving you bare beneath his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice soft yet filled with reverence. His hands glide up your thighs, spreading them apart as he lowers himself, his breath hot against your skin.

The first press of his lips against your inner thigh has your heart racing, and when his tongue flicks out to tease you, you can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. Yunho hums in approval, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.

He doesn’t rush, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that leave you trembling beneath him. His lips close around your clit, and the sensation is enough to make your back arch off the couch, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Yunho,” you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

He glances up at you, his eyes hooded and burning with desire. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and wrecked. “Let me hear you.”

The sound of his voice, combined with the way his tongue works against you, sends you spiraling. He alternates between teasing flicks and firm, deliberate circles, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as your body trembles beneath him.

Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, the tension building and coiling tighter with each passing second. Yunho’s name falls from your lips in a broken chant, and when he groans against you, the vibrations push you to the edge.

You shatter, your body arching as waves of pleasure crash over you. Yunho doesn’t stop, his tongue coaxing you through your orgasm, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from you until you’re left trembling and breathless.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glistening and his breathing uneven, he presses a soft kiss to your thigh before sitting back on his heels. His hands slide up your legs, soothing the trembling muscles as his gaze meets yours.

“You’re amazing” he says, his voice filled with quiet awe.

He climbs back onto the couch, pulling you into his arms as he kisses you softly, his tongue brushing yours in a way that’s both possessive and tender. His hands cradle your face, his touch gentle despite the intensity of the moment.

“You belong to me” he murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with quiet conviction.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you let the aftershocks of your release wash over you. In his embrace, the world feels distant, as though nothing else exists but the two of you.

Yunho’s fingers trail lazily along your back, his touch soothing as he holds you close. The faint hum of the television in the background fades into nothing, replaced by the sound of his heartbeat against your ear.

“I love you” he whispers, the words so soft you almost miss them.

You tilt your head to look at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his expression. “I love you too” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curve into a smile, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you. In his arms, you feel safe, cherished, and completely his.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

OKAYY VICE VERSAA??

YESS OKAY OKAY. here’s snaps toxic!fwb!chris would send toxic!fwb!reader

[silentstyx]

hey!! can you do headcanons of how the mbav boys would act if reader ask them if she can do their makeup just for fun? thankss

"you're the one i need"

tw! none i can think of lwk

i love this and i love you. ty nonnie.

ethan:

ok like trust, this man will do anythinggg for you. mkay? mkay.

but, he says no when you ask.

he wore makeup once alr

he was veronica and veronica wore makeup

also pls dont let that go and forever make fun of it

ANYWAYS

beg him for weeks and weeks on end n he MIGHT finally say yes.

but if you kiss him and then ask he'll nod his head because he's too flustered to understand what you said

he hates the texture of mascara and cream makeup. he hated it as veronica and he still hates it now.

actually he didn't know what concealer and bronzer was.

he prefers lip oil

he is gorgeous though trust.

he looks 10/10

benny:

see he would do most things for you.

again, he was betty. he wore makeup.

he hates makeup more than ethan!

he's so sassy with it too.

uhm kissing him and then asking doesn't work.

you guys are cuddling on the couch, watching one of his nerd shows. you look up at him and then you press multiple quick pecks on his lips. while he was all 'eeeeee!!!' is when you ask.

"heyyy...." you whisper, "can i do your makeup, my love?"

he'z zoned out but he zones back in immediately, "no."

you groan, "why not?!"

he doesn't answer, he simply puts his hand over your mouth.

he looks 0/10

BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

rory:

he will do anything for you. anything.

he shrugs and says yes.

"yeah, sure, why not?"

you have to squeal

i mean he killed someone for you before so like

i dunno what you expected dawg

he is gorgeous. trust.

idk it doesn't take much to convince him he loves ya tons

he asks so many questions though. and gets lipstick all over you once you put it on him.

so his lipsticks all smudged.

8/10 pretty but smudgy.

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[scltbvrns]

Another dhimmi! The hindu hate is getting too much, don't you have any other job?

Actually no, I don't have a degree yet so I cannot apply for a job, yet. I am still studying for MBBS and today is a well, sunday. The question arises, what are YOU doing in my blog when you know our opinions and views do not match? Don't you have any other thing to do except harass people in this site?

[fuelinthetank]

Smash or Pass + Karen Page

"SHE IS THE BLOND KITTY WE FOUND DURING OUR TRAVELS, EDDIE."

"Yes, I know who she is--kitty?? C'mon. But--yeah, she's very good looking and smart, and fun to be around. I'd wine her and dine her first, though, because I'm a gentleman."

"BUT YOU ARE BROKE AND A BAD COOK, EDDIE."

"Shut it or I'll put you up for adoption."

[iwasagod]

📜

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

@argentarrogance said: "My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like."

⸻ "Doom wonders if you know the correct definition of 'glamorous'."

[bloodstainedstar]

“If your shoulder’s bothering you, I can always give you a hand.” //omg sam no

✮ – Bucky looked over his shoulder and smiled, furrowing his brows. "Bothering me?" He echoed, lifting with ease a container full of groceries and things needed for their upcoming feast for Thanksgiving. Sam had been kind enough to invite Bucky over to spend it with him and his family, and because Bucky had already been part of a huge gathering with the Wilsons when they worked on their boat and actually enjoyed being there, he figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to come back.

Especially since his relationship with Sam has been better too. It was almost as if they had managed to stay in sync despite not working together as much as of late.

"Na, I got it. Shoulder's fine. You're being so attentive lately, lucky me", he teased with a grin. "Where do you want me to put this?" He asked and eyed the box he was holding "The box, I mean."

[dreamesamu]

don’t worry i’ll always be ur moot as long as i ain’t dead 💀

ohhhh good luck on that then! ik things are hard for us since it’s last year of high school after all asgdhshsh-

ily too <3 and if you made a new blog just send me a message so i could follow you :)

❤️‍🔥😭 ily ilysm.

yes we must keep in touch aishskdbdihdieu i don't mind communicating with my beloved moots. and i hope ur okay with ur life there, we're literally neighbours 😋😋 hope i'll get to see thailand one day because my friend did and he said it doesn't look too different from vietnam so i'm quite intrigue.

it's a little embarrassing for me i got shy but you can check it here @https-sourlimes

[mahteeez]

mah amg tava percebendo aqui com uns tempos que o jongho tem uma carinha de que se fosse subzinho de mulher gostosa ele ia ser um homem muito putinha, aprontando e fazendo várias coisas pra no final tomar tapa na cara e buceta até o outro dia 🎀🥺

Vidoca acredita que eu tenho pra mim que o Jongho não tem nada de sub? Assim, na minha percepção, ele é do tipo que leva qualquer tentativa de dominância sua na brincadeira.

Tipo quando você monta em cima dele e vai plantando beijos pelo rosto enquanto conversa de forma descontraída, como se já fosse costume. Mas aí você testa o terreno, leva a mão até o pescoço dele, arranha as unhas de leve, tenta moldar a mão ali.

E ele percebe seu joguinho, ri achando graça e solta um “o que você tá tentando fazer, hein?”, fingindo que não tá entendendo nada.

Mas quando você insiste nesse ato falho, Jongho toma o lugar de volta sem esforço: te vira de bruços num piscar de olhos, paira sobre você com um braço apoiado ao lado da sua cabeça e a outra mão indo direto pra sua garganta, firme, os dedos serpenteando como se moldassem a área, como se tivessem sido feitos pra estar ali.

Aí ele solta um “é assim que se faz, boneca” e ri da sua cara, antes de se deitar de novo, todo relaxado, como se não tivesse acabado de virar o jogo.

Você tenta disfarçar o surto dando tapas nada doloridos no braço dele e resmungando porque, mais uma vez, ele cortou seu barato.

[domm1etae]

Can you imagine how gorgeous and hot yunho would look as he makes love to you with his suit still on and dishevelled?

Just frantic hands grabbing buttons as he rolls his sleeves up and run his hands through his hair before giving you the pleasure you deserve

A small drabble would be great please!!

OMG THIS IS TOP TIER AO$YY&;&UHBIUDB05WPJID YUNHO, anyways here you have it:

Yunho pushes you gently onto the bed, his broad frame looming over you as his suit jacket slides off his shoulders in a rushed motion. His tie dangles loosely around his neck, and his hair is messy from how he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes darken with desire, and his lips part slightly, as if he’s already forgotten how to breathe.

He hovers above you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons before he leans down to kiss you. His lips capture yours, soft yet fervent, and you can feel the desperation in the way he kisses, as though he’s been holding back for far too long.

“You’re stunning” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. His hands slide under your blouse, tracing the curve of your waist before pulling it over your head.

You arch into his touch, gripping the undone collar of his shirt to pull him closer. “You look so good like this” you whisper, running your hands over the smooth fabric still covering his chest. “So desperate for me.”

A quiet growl escapes him as he smirks, shrugging off his shirt but leaving it hanging loosely on his shoulders. His lips find your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone while his hands work to unbutton your jeans. “You drive me insane” he murmurs, his voice rough as he pulls your jeans down, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Yunho” you gasp, the way he looks at you stealing the air from your lungs. His gaze is unwavering, filled with hunger that makes your skin flush.

“Say my name like that again” he demands softly, his hands running up your thighs, spreading them apart as he positions himself between them. His suit pants strain against him, and you can see how hard he is as he presses his body against yours.

You moan his name again, louder this time, and he rewards you with a wicked grin. “That’s my girl” he says, his voice dripping with praise. His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off in one smooth motion before he leans back to admire the sight of you beneath him.

Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, the sound sharp and commanding, then frees himself from the constraints of his pants. He doesn’t bother taking them off completely, leaving them pooled around his knees as he climbs back over you. The juxtaposition of his half-dressed state, his tie still dangling loosely, and the raw intimacy of the moment is enough to make you dizzy with want.

“Are you ready for me, love?” he asks, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand grips your thigh.

“Yes” you breathe, already aching for him, the anticipation driving you mad.

He pushes into you slowly, letting out a low, guttural groan as he stretches you, his movements controlled despite the desperation in his eyes. “You feel so perfect” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again, his hands never stopping their exploration of your body.

Every thrust feels deliberate, each one pushing you closer to the edge as his voice fills the room with whispered praises and quiet moans. “You’re so good for me” he says, his forehead pressed against yours, his breaths hot against your lips.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the room spins, consumed entirely by the way he moves, the way he feels, and the way he loves you.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

have you ever sucked dick before and how is it like

like does it taste good or whatever

yeah i have its fine! i don’t really mind it tbh. its kinda exactly what you’d expect? i’m like the damn sunset dog rn tryna remember because it’s been over a year since i’ve had a dick in my mouth. i genuinely don’t really like the taste of like precum but i just use a lot of spit to dilute it but tbh its kinda fun if ur partner is having a good time i used to love doing it at the beginning of my last relationship but then our sex life got boring. tips are so like squishy and smooth too lol. but as for actual cum…. you guys are gonna kill me but. i don’t swallow… i’m not even a spitter. i don’t let guys finish in my mouth at all. i know i know. i’ve literally told my friends the only men that can cum in my mouth are matt and chris. it’s just gross to me i can’t get behind it at all. one time my ex came in my mouth and i glared at him and spit it all on his dick and said “clean it up.” and we were in his car so i made a mess lol. but to answer your question no it doesn’t taste good and it all depends on their diet too so i know chris’s jizz is fucking radioactive