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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ? ❞

⟢ 𝐑𝐎𝐗 !    ౨ৎ 9teen. she / her. — giyu’s wife. choso’s dearest. sunday’s stress reliever. & thanos’ toy.

nsfw multifandom blog ( kny , jjk , csm , & more ) dark content ; minors & ageless blogs dni

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❝ 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ? ❞

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[msbyslilbimbo]

wolf!shidou who curls his teeth into the biggest smirk ever as bunny!reader and bunny!sae go at it.

he sees your little tail twitch while sae has you bouncing on his lap, his hands on your hips while you bounce up and down on his length. nails dig into the meat of your muscle while your hands rest on sae’s shoulders, grounding yourself in midst of your pleasure. your ears are down, completely indulging in the cock inside of you and the man giving it to you.

so naturally, when shidou lets out a whistle, your ears shoot up in panic and your head whips over your shoulder to look at him. you look terrified, you always do when shidou is around, and it makes his dick twitch; the way your eyes turn glassy and pretty as you peer at him is exhilarating. he can practically hear your heart pound in your heaving chest.

he can smell your arousal from the doorway.

“well what do i have here?” ryusei smirks. you whimper in fear of the wolf, but sae merely smacks your ass with a soft ‘didn’t say to stop, runt.’ “two needy little bunnies who couldn’t wait for me to give permission hm?”

“we don’t need your permission to hump, mutt,” sae grumbles, and you immediately tense up as shidou’s nose draws up your neck, licking a broad stripe in his wake. you quiver, and he slaps a massive palm down onto your tummy, making you jump and clench around sae’s cock. he jerks and his nose twitches, “she’s my girl first, your precious meat second. certainly aren’t going to ask for your permission to fuck her.”

his claws dig into the squishy meat of your belly, and you whine and lay your smaller hands on top of his for mercy, making shidou smirk. “what’re you doing to the poor girl, hmm? she’s absolutely trembling.” beefy hands trail up from your tummy and gently cupping your breasts, thumb stroking over your nipple and making you moan softly. “gotta be gentle with a little thing like her.”

“gentle?” sae snickers. “brat’s just terrified of you. you should hear how loud she squeals when my cocks fucking her nice and rough.”

you hear shidou chuckle and lean close to your ear, hot breath puffing against the shell. you shiver, tail twitching, and he sets up behind you, monstrous hands wandering up your sides and tits and belly while his hips rut against the squishiness of your ass, nudging your tail. you squeal in fear and your clit thumps, demanding attention from the big, bad wolf behind you.

"terrified? why, i'd never hurt a fly," he whispers, voice hushed and making you gasp. fingers trail to gently tug at the fluff of your tail, and you cry out in pain, the other hand caressing you darting between your legs to circle your clit hidden between sticky pussy lips. "i only want to make her feel good, ain't that right, angel?"

"you clench around me like that again, im gonna let him fuck that little ass of yours," sae threatens, digging his nails into your hips. "watch yourself. remember who you obey, little bunny."

the hand tormenting your little cotton tail shoots up to wrap around your throat and crane your head back, forcing you to look at shidou. "remember who can just gobble you up, little bunny," he snarls, teeth gritted close and once again, dangerously close to your face. the hand busy between your leg uses its nails to prod your clit, and you cry out in delighted fright.

he grins. sae bucks his hips up to slam into the spongy wall inside of you, pulling a moan out of your mouth and causing your eyes to cross.

"pretty bunny's close," shidou hums, pressing his lips to your cheek while he rubs your clit furiously. "i hear that little heart rate spiking. I feel that pretty tail twitching against my cock."

"if you cum now, im not protecting you from shidou."

"if you don't cum now, i'll tear you apart."

the signals in your brain cross as you cry out helplessly, body now being completely battered between two forces.

and if it weren't for the excitement brewing between your legs, you'd almost be convinced you were scared for their threats.

[higuchosolord]

vamp choso design scribbles from halloween

[nanichi0]

It’s been like 50 years but here’s a vampire Choso as per tradition

[luvfae]

LOST IN TRANSLATION

summary: you, a tourist meet a stranger in a club and end up in his bed, not knowing he won’t want to let you go.

parings: thanos x foreigner reader

warnings: slight language barrier, romanised korean, smut, swearing

a/n: part 2???

The bass was a living thing.

It thudded through your chest, your heels, your throat. Sweat clung to the curve of your back as you danced with your friend, laughter spilling from your lips as the DJ shifted into something with just enough grind to it. Everything felt unreal — the flashing neon lights, the scent of alcohol and perfume, the blur of bodies pressed too close together.

Seoul was already a whirlwind of a trip, but tonight? Tonight felt like something out of a movie.

“Another round?” your friend shouted over the music, nodding toward the bar.

You gave a half-dazed thumbs up, still swaying to the beat, your head tilted back to let the music soak into your skin. You were tipsy — not drunk, but warm. Lightheaded in a good way. The kind of good that made you close your eyes and dance like no one was watching.

Someone was watching, though.

You didn’t notice the guy at first — not until a hand slipped a little too low on your waist. You flinched, spinning to find some random dude grinning down at you like he belonged there.

“Hey,” he said — a little slurred, his breath smelling like soju. “You’re not from here, huh?”

Your smile was polite. “No, I’m not.”

“I can show you around,” he added, leaning in. “Real Korean experience. You into Korean guys?”

You stepped back. “No thanks.”

But he followed. His hand came up again — not quite touching this time, but hovering, insistent. You glanced around, searching for your friend, but she’d drifted toward the bar. You were alone in the crowd.

“No,” you said again, louder. “I said no.”

“C’mon, just one dance. You’re so pretty—”

You turned, trying to slip away, but he cut you off with a hand on your arm. Not tight, but firm. Enough to piss you off.

“Aniyo,” you snapped, shaking your head. “Aniyo. Hajima.”

He laughed. “Ah, you know some Korean? Cute.”

You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off — in English, in Korean, in every language you could manage — when a new voice cut through the noise like a blade.

“Ya,” the man barked. “Geumanhae.”

The guy froze.

So did you.

The voice didn’t belong to anyone you recognized — deep, commanding, with just enough edge to sound like a warning. You turned and saw him for the first time.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black with silver jewelry glinting under the strobe lights. His hair was messy, his jaw clenched, and his eyes — dark and unreadable — were locked on the guy gripping your arm.

Your breath caught.

The guy sputtered, backing off like he’d just realized he was being watched. “Chill, man. Just talking.”

“She’s not interested,” the man said, this time in slightly accented English. “Go.”

A few beats passed. The guy looked between you both, then scoffed and disappeared into the crowd.

Your heart was still racing when the stranger stepped closer.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now. Lower.

You nodded. “Yeah. Thank you. Seriously.”

He looked at you for a second longer — like he was checking to see if you were really fine — then gave a short nod. “He was annoying.”

“That’s one word for it.”

His mouth curved into the faintest smirk. “You said ‘aniyo’ good.”

You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. “I’m learning. Kind of. Slowly.”

He tilted his head. “Foreigner?”

You nodded. “Tourist. Just visiting with a friend. And you?”

“Local,” he said simply, then added, “I’m Thanos.”

Your brows lifted. “Like… Marvel Thanos?”

He shrugged, amused. “Nickname.”

You laughed — a real one this time. “Well, I’m glad this Thanos doesn’t seem like the ‘snap-half-the-world’ type.”

His smile widened just a little. “Only snap creepy guys away.”

That made you laugh again. You glanced toward the bar — your friend still hadn’t returned.

He followed your gaze. “Your friend?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just watched you. The lights pulsed again, casting color across his face — red, then blue, then soft pink. He looked out of place here. Too intense. Like he belonged in a darker place, a quieter room, with fewer people and more shadows.

You liked that.

“Well,” you said, unsure why your voice suddenly felt breathless. “Thanks again. For stepping in.”

Thanos gave a small nod. “You want me to stay?”

You blinked. “Stay?”

He motioned toward the crowd. “In case he comes back.”

Oh.

That shouldn’t make your stomach flutter. But it did.

You hesitated — only for a second — then smiled.

“Yeah. Stay.”

You hadn’t expected to say it. But it slipped out like it belonged — like the bass had shaken it loose from your chest before you had time to think.

Thanos didn’t say anything right away. Just gave a small, satisfied nod. Then he extended his hand — fingers slightly curled, palm up — and gestured toward the dance floor.

You blinked. “Are you… asking me to dance?”

His lips twitched. “I thought that’s what people do here.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes a little as you slipped your hand into his. His fingers were warm, calloused. He didn’t grip too tight — just enough to anchor you as he led you back into the pulsing crowd.

The music had picked up again, a slower, sensual rhythm with a deep beat that hummed in your chest. Bodies moved all around you, but somehow, in the middle of it, you found a rhythm that was just your own.

Thanos didn’t press in close at first. He gave you space — respectful, almost casual — but his eyes never left yours.

You swayed together, his hand resting lightly on your waist, your fingers laced with his. It wasn’t sexual. Not yet. Just… comfortable.

Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough to notice the way he watched your mouth when you smiled.

“Your name?” he asked, leaning in just enough to be heard.

You told him. His head tilted slightly as he repeated it, slower — testing it out on his tongue. It sounded different when he said it. Softer. Sweeter.

“Pretty,” he said, voice low and sincere.

You smiled, leaning in closer. “You said Thanos, right?”

He chuckled under his breath, the sound barely audible over the pulsing beat. “Nickname. My real name’s Su-bong.”

“Su-bong,” you echoed, trying it out.

He nodded, pleased. “Mm. You say it well.”

“I mean… that one’s not hard. You didn’t give me a 15-syllable name with three silent consonants.”

Su-bong laughed — really laughed — and the sound curled through your chest like warmth in winter.

“You’re funny,” he said, still grinning. “Most people hear my name and forget it in two seconds.”

You shrugged. “I won’t.”

Something flickered behind his eyes at that — subtle, but real. His hand moved a little more securely to your waist, but his touch was still gentle, not assuming.

“How long are you here?” he asked, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“A week. Maybe a little more.”

“Just vacation?”

“Yeah. First time in Korea. Came with a friend. She’s currently flirting with the bartender, I think.”

He followed your gaze toward the bar and smirked. “She’s doing good job.”

“I’m sure she’ll come back with free shots,” you said, laughing.

“Maybe two,” he offered, raising a brow. “One for me?”

You mock-gasped. “Are you trying to scam free drinks off a tourist?”

He gave a slow shrug, eyes glinting. “Only if she’s cute.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “Smooth.”

He leaned in again, just a little — enough to make you feel the heat of him under the neon lights.

“Was it working?”

Your lips parted, heartbeat stuttering just a bit.

“…Maybe.”

The space between you shifted.

Still dancing — still swaying — but your body moved closer. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers brushing the edge of the silver chain at his collar. He didn’t move at first. Just watched you. Waiting.

So you set the pace.

Your hips rolled into his — slow, easy, like testing the water — and his hands found your waist again, firmer this time. Not rough. Not greedy. Just present. Like he was waiting for you to decide how far this would go.

You didn’t grind. Not really. Just moved in time with him, letting the music carry you both. Your body brushing his. Heat curling in low, electric waves.

And then — right as your chest brushed against his — a voice sliced through the mood like a drunk missile.

“Bitch, I got drinks—oh shit—”

You turned just in time to catch your friend stumbling through the crowd with two cocktails in one hand and two shots in the other. Pink liquid was already sloshing over the rim as she barreled toward you.

She shoved one cocktail and one shot into your hands without ceremony, nearly spilling both. “Here. Don’t ask how I got these. Just—drink.”

You blinked. “What about you—”

“I’m fine,” she said, and promptly downed her own shot like a pro. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

She squinted at Su-bong, her face already flushed, hair wild, still dancing a little in place.

“Su-bong,” you said smoothly, glancing up at him as you tossed back your own shot.

The liquor burned your throat — harsh and cheap and exactly what you needed.

Your friend tilted her head as she looked him up and down, clearly evaluating.

“…He’s hot,” she declared.

“I know,” you said under your breath, thinking — hoping — you were being subtle.

You were not.

Su-bong definitely heard you.

He didn’t say anything, though. Just raised one brow slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching with quiet amusement.

Your eyes met his again. You could still feel the echo of your own words in your chest — he’s hot — and the fact that he was pretending not to hear it made it worse somehow.

Or better.

Depending on your level of self-control.

Your friend made a show of looking between the two of you, then smirked like she already knew everything.

“I’m going back to the bar,” she said, already turning. “Bartender’s from Busan. The accent is doing things to me.”

You laughed, watching her disappear into the crowd with the kind of determination that only came from free drinks and questionable choices.

Su-bong looked back at you, eyes flicking to the cocktail in your hand. “You gonna share?”

You raised your brow. “You don’t even know what’s in it.”

“Still want it.”

You held it out between you. “Try it.”

He took it without breaking eye contact, wrapped his fingers over yours on the glass — warm, slow, deliberate — and brought it to his lips.

A sip. Just enough.

“Sweet,” he said, tongue brushing the corner of his mouth.

“You like sweet?”

His gaze didn’t waver. “I like this.”

Your stomach flipped.

You took the glass back, sipping slow, lips still tingling from the shot. The song shifted again — lower, heavier, the kind of beat that made everything feel like it was moving through water.

You were no longer swaying to the music.

You were swaying to him.

Su-bong didn’t say anything — he just took your hand.

No theatrics. No sweet talk.

Just fingers sliding between yours, firm and sure, as he turned and started moving through the crowd with you trailing close behind. You followed without hesitation, the music pulsing in your ears, the neon painting colors on his back as he led you away from the floor.

He found an empty booth tucked into a dim corner — half-shadowed, half-forgotten — and dropped into the seat with a low exhale, legs spread, hands resting on his thighs like he was grounding himself.

You stayed standing. Cocktail in hand.

His eyes followed you — slow, deliberate — from your lips to the drink to the hem of your skirt. And when you sipped again, you felt the heat of his stare more than the alcohol.

You raised a brow. “What?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

You stepped closer. Slowly. Your drink halfway empty now, the sugar clinging to your tongue, the buzz rising under your skin like static. You stopped in front of him, just close enough for your knee to brush his.

He looked up at you, head tilted slightly, a hint of smug tension behind his eyes.

You didn’t speak.

Just held the glass out.

He blinked once — slow — and reached for it, but you pulled it back slightly, just enough to make him pause.

Then your free hand rose, fingers curling under his chin. Gentle. Intentional.

He stilled completely as your thumb brushed the edge of his jaw, and with your other hand, you brought the cocktail to his lips.

His eyes stayed on yours as you tipped the glass.

He drank.

You watched his throat work as he swallowed — smooth, slow — and when he licked the corner of his mouth after, your stomach did an actual somersault.

You let go of his chin.

He didn’t move.

“I like you,” he said, voice low, heavy with that lazy drunken edge. His smirk was back, sharper this time. “A lot.”

You smiled, heartbeat pushing against your ribs, and leaned in.

You didn’t answer.

Not with words.

You leaned down, one hand still holding the glass, the other braced lightly on the back of the booth — and kissed him.

Firm. Direct. One clean press of your lips against his.

His mouth was warm, slightly sticky from the drink, and he didn’t move. Not right away. Just let it happen — let you take the lead — his breath caught in that fraction of space between surprise and response.

You pulled back before he could react.

Just an inch.

Just enough.

The space between you vibrated with possibility, with the kind of tension that made time slow down. The song was still thumping behind you, but here — in this low-lit corner with liquor on your tongue and his breath on your cheek — it felt like silence.

Su-bong’s eyes were darker now.

No smirk.

Just hunger.

But still — he didn’t touch you.

He waited.

You tossed the glass on the table behind you, not bothering to look as it clinked down half-full. You didn’t need more of it — the alcohol already burning sweet and heavy through your blood, the weight of Su-bong’s stare more intoxicating than any cocktail.

Neither of you said anything at first.

You just stood there between his knees, and he just looked at you, one hand sliding up your thigh in a slow, deliberate line. Not high. Not greedy. Just enough to make your skin hum.

“You always this quiet?” you asked, lips curling.

He tilted his head. “Only when I want to listen.”

“To what?”

“You.”

That made you laugh — soft, breathless. “You’re smooth when you wanna be.”

He raised a brow. “Only when I like someone.”

You moved closer — just a step — letting your knee brush his again.

“I thought you liked sweet.”

“I do,” he murmured. “But I like bold more.”

You didn’t give him time to say anything else — not before your hand found the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and you leaned down again.

He didn’t wait this time.

He met you halfway, mouth crashing into yours with zero hesitation. This kiss wasn’t like the first — this one was messier, rougher. All tongue and teeth. Your lips parted under his, and he groaned into your mouth, low and guttural, like he’d been waiting to do that all night.

His hands slid around your hips, and then he was tugging you down — guiding you onto his lap with a firm pull. You let him. Sat sideways, one arm draped around his shoulder, your legs slotted along the booth, your chest pressing to his as he kissed you like he needed it to breathe.

You broke away first, gasping for air, your lips swollen and tingling.

He didn’t stop.

His mouth found your neck next — tongue hot against your pulse point, teeth grazing your skin as his breath came fast.

“Fuck,” you whispered, hand fisting in his shirt. “You’re—”

“Yeppo,” he murmured against your throat, voice thick and reverent. “Jinjja… neomu yeppo.”

You didn’t catch all of it — the Korean sliding off his tongue like honey — but the way he said it, voice rough and low, made your stomach clench.

“What does that mean?” you breathed.

He pulled back just enough to look at you — eyes heavy-lidded, lips red. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t look away.

Instead, you kissed down his neck — slow, open-mouthed kisses trailing along his skin — and he hissed through his teeth, head tipping back against the booth.

More Korean slipped from his lips, voice gone husky and broken:

“Eotteoke ireoni…”

How are you doing this to me…

“Shibal…”

Fuck…

You didn’t understand the words, not fully, but you understood the tone. The heat in it. The way his hand gripped your thigh tighter. The way his hips shifted beneath you, just slightly.

It was almost too much.

You pulled back, breathless, drunk, and grinning.

“Wanna take me home?” you mused, finger trailing slowly down the center of his chest. “Take me home, with you?”

He looked at you like you’d just given him permission to burn down the world.

“Please,” he said, voice low and full of promise.

That was all you needed.

You pulled out your phone with shaking hands, texting your friend [going with him, don’t wait up. I’m good. love you.] as Su-bong stood up from the booth, his hand already reaching for yours.

The club faded behind you as he led you toward the exit — lights flashing, music pounding, people bumping into you left and right.

You didn’t care.

Outside, the night air hit like a wave — cold, damp, real.

You laughed — breathless, dizzy — as he laced his fingers with yours, tugging you gently down the sidewalk.

Neither of you spoke much.

Didn’t have to.

You were drunk. Horny. Grinning like idiots.

Hands clasped, bodies brushing as you walked through dark streets and quiet alleyways, every step leading you closer to something you could already feel simmering just under your skin.

His place wasn’t far.

And your night wasn’t even close to over.

You barely made it up the stairs.

Su-bong fumbled with his keys like he was trying to race time itself, your breath ghosting against his neck as you leaned into him, fingers already undoing the buttons of your shirt with more urgency than precision.

“You’re too slow,” you whispered, teeth grazing his ear.

He cursed under his breath — finally getting the lock open.

The second the door clicked, he shoved it open, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you inside.

He kicked the door shut behind him — hard — then had you pressed against the wall before it even latched. Mouth crashing into yours again, his hands flat against your waist, gripping, pulling, like he didn’t know how to touch you without needing something from it.

Your shirt was halfway undone, hanging open, and he pushed it off your shoulders while your hands reached for his — tugging his black tee up, up — breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it somewhere you didn’t care about.

And fuck — he was built.

Broad chest, sculpted stomach, tattoos you hadn’t had time to admire in the club, all lit by the glow of a hallway light you barely noticed.

“God, you’re hot,” you breathed, running your fingers down his chest, nails scraping lightly over the muscle.

“Yeah?” he smirked — breathless now, voice deeper — but it caught when your hand slid lower, under the waistband of his jeans.

Your fingers found him already half-hard, hot and thick in your grip, and his whole body twitched.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back. “Shibal…”

“You like that?” you teased, stroking him slow, watching his eyes darken.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, grabbing at his belt with one hand while the other braced against the wall beside your head.

He worked his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and flushed, and you didn’t even get a chance to react before his mouth was on yours again, rougher this time — all teeth and tongue, no air between you.

He pulled back just long enough to mutter, “You. Now.”

Then his hands were on your bra. No finesse. No patience. He unclasped it in one swift motion, and your gasp barely left your mouth before his hands were on your tits, warm and greedy.

“Neomu yeppeo,” he muttered like he couldn’t help it, eyes flicking over your bare chest. “Fuck… jinjja…”

“You gonna stand there talking,” you said, breath catching as his thumbs brushed your nipples, “or are you gonna fuck me like you mean it?”

That earned you a look. His hands squeezed harder, mouth dragging down to your collarbone.

You shimmied out of your skirt between kisses, the fabric sliding down your legs, pooling at your feet. You stepped out of it without breaking eye contact.

He stepped back just enough to look at you.

“Shit,” he whispered, voice raw. “You’re—”

“Yours,” you said, cutting him off, dragging his hand back to your waist and slipping it under the band of your panties.

He didn’t need any more prompting.

His fingers dipped between your legs, groaning when he felt how wet you were. “So ready for me already?”

“I’ve been ready,” you breathed, rocking against his hand. “Ever since you sat there and stared at me like you wanted to eat me alive.”

His jaw clenched, eyes going darker.

“Cheonsa…” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Fuckin’ angel.”

You grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard, walking him backward now — toward wherever the hell his bedroom was — his fingers still between your legs, your thighs slick and shaking.

Neither of you cared about making it tidy.

You didn’t want perfect.

You wanted now.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind you.

Neither of you had even looked at it. Your backs had barely left the wall, mouths still locked, hands grabbing, groping, pulling like the other might disappear if you let go.

Su-bong turned you, backing you toward the bed, kissing you like he wanted to ruin your mouth — teeth catching your lower lip, tongue curling deep, slow, filthy. You felt him hard against your stomach, skin burning, breath ragged.

You hit the edge of the mattress and let yourself fall back, your thighs parting on instinct as you dragged him down with you.

He knelt between your legs, grabbing your hips roughly and yanking you down the bed, making you gasp as your back arched.

“You want it rough?” he growled, voice gone deeper — wrecked, desperate.

You nodded, chest rising fast. “Yes. Hard. I can take it.”

His hand slid up your body, palm trailing over your stomach, your ribs, before wrapping gently — possessively — around your throat. Not squeezing yet. Just claiming.

“You sure?” he asked, eyes burning into yours. “I’ll ruin you.”

You smiled, lips parted. “Please.”

That was all it took.

He gripped your throat harder — just enough to make your breath catch — then leaned down and spit on your pussy. Watched it drip down. Then licked it up with a groan that vibrated through your bones.

You cried out, thighs twitching, one hand fisting in the sheets as he dove in — tongue working deep, slow at first, then rougher. His fingers gripped your thighs so tight you knew there’d be bruises later, and you loved that.

“Fuck—Su-bong—” you gasped, hips rocking up into his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “You taste so fucking good.”

Then his tongue was back on your clit, one hand moving down to slide two fingers inside you, curling just right. The pressure was immediate. Dirty. Messy. Loud.

He didn’t stop until your whole body clenched, eyes fluttering shut as you came hard against his mouth, shaking under his grip.

But he didn’t give you time to recover.

“Again,” he growled, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, yanking your hips up beneath him.

You barely had time to gasp before he pushed into you — slow at first, then all the way in with one rough thrust that knocked the breath out of you.

“Holy fuck—” you moaned, grabbing for the headboard.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling hard, angling your head back so he could watch your face as he started thrusting — rough, deep, relentless.

“Listen to you,” he grunted, snapping his hips forward, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. “So loud for me.”

“Harder,” you begged. “Don’t stop—fuck, yes—”

He spanked you once, sharp and satisfying. You moaned louder. So he did it again.

“You like that, huh?” he breathed, thrusts picking up. “You want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes—yes, god, yes—”

His hand was on your throat again, pulling you up so your back hit his chest, his other hand snaking between your legs to rub your clit, fast and rough and perfect. Your whole body was strung so tight you could barely breathe.

“Gonna come again for me?” he murmured against your ear, words hot and slick in both English and Korean. “Nae gwiyomi… ride me next, yeah? Let me feel you from the top.”

“I’m gonna—fuck—” you cried out, body locking up.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You came again, harder this time, whole body shaking as you collapsed forward, a mess of moans and sweat and praise. You barely noticed him pulling out, flipping you with strong hands until you were flat on your back.

He climbed onto the bed, settling against the pillows with a low grunt, cock glistening, hard and flushed.

“Ride me,” he said, voice gravel. “Wanna watch you ride me.”

You crawled into his lap, straddling him slow, your thighs still trembling from the last orgasm. He grabbed your waist, helping you sink down onto him — inch by inch until he was fully inside again, and you were gasping for air.

“Shit,” he moaned, head falling back. “So fucking tight.”

You started moving — rolling your hips slow, deep, taking him as far as you could — your hands planted on his chest, your eyes never leaving his.

“You like watching me?” you asked, voice wrecked.

“Love it,” he groaned. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“Yeah?” you teased, speeding up, bouncing now. “You gonna come for me?”

“Almost,” he growled, gripping your hips tighter. “Keep going, baby. Keep fucking me like that—yeah, fuck—”

His eyes were locked on you, mouth open, sweat dripping down his neck. You leaned forward, kissed him once — filthy and deep — then pulled off of him without warning.

He groaned in protest, but you didn’t give him a chance to complain.

You dropped between his legs, took him into your mouth in one smooth movement — deep, wet, fast. He hissed, both hands flying to your hair, hips twitching as you sucked him with intention.

“Fuck, fuck, yes—” he choked out. “Gonna come, I’m—shibal—yeah—”

You didn’t stop.

You looked right up at him, locking eyes, watching his face twist with pleasure as you took every drop — swallowed it down like he belonged to you.

When he was done — when he slumped back, panting, fucked-out and speechless — you licked your lips and sat back on your heels.

He stared at you like you were unreal.

Like you were too good to be true.

You just smirked, wiped your mouth, and said, “Told you I could take it.”

You were still catching your breath when Su-bong reached for you — arms strong but gentle, pulling you up from between his legs and straight into his chest. His skin was warm, sticky with sweat, and he held you like he didn’t care.

Didn’t care about the mess. Didn’t care about the time. Just… you.

He kissed your shoulder, then your temple, slow and unhurried. His hand rubbed up and down your back — soothing, rhythmic — like he was trying to settle you down and keep you close all at once.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft now. Low and wrecked.

You nodded against his neck. “More than okay.”

“Good.”

He kissed your cheek again, then slipped out from under you, muttering something in Korean you didn’t catch as he padded over to a dresser.

You watched him in the low light — naked, gorgeous, muscles rolling under his skin as he dug through a drawer — and then he turned, holding a shirt. It was black, oversized, and he walked straight back to you like he’d already decided:

“Arms up.”

You blinked. “What?”

He smirked. “Shirt. You’re gonna get cold.”

You raised your arms slowly, letting him tug the shirt over your head — his shirt. It smelled like him. Felt like him. It swallowed you whole, the hem falling to mid-thigh, sleeves covering your hands.

Su-bong looked at you like you were the last good thing in the world.

“Cute,” he muttered, voice gravel.

“You just want to keep me here,” you teased.

“I do.”

He pulled you down with him onto the bed, guiding you into the crook of his arm as he laid back, your legs tangling, your cheek against his bare chest.

The silence was comfortable now. Your heartbeat still slowly calming. The air warm from the radiator and your bodies, the sheets kicked half off the bed.

“Give me your Instagram,” he said after a minute, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

You gave it to him without question, watching him type it in with one hand, thumb scrolling through your profile.

“So you’re stalking me now?” you joked.

“Obviously.”

He liked three of your posts in a row.

You smacked his chest lightly. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“Don’t care.”

You snorted and curled into him more, the weight of the night finally hitting your limbs. His hand rubbed slow circles into your hip through the shirt, and when he spoke next, his voice was quieter. Thoughtful.

“You should move here.”

You laughed — not because it was a joke, but because of how casually he said it. Like it was just a thing you could do.

“What?” you teased. “Are you in love with me already?”

He smirked, turning his head just enough to look down at you.

“I could be,” he said, like it wasn’t even a stretch.

You stared at him for a beat. He was still smirking — but under it, there was something real. Something simmering in the way he looked at you like he wanted to memorize your face.

You bit your lip, hiding your smile. “I’ve got a week left. Plenty of time to fuck me out of your system.”

Su-bong exhaled, eyes closing briefly.

“Not enough time,” he said quietly. “Not even close.”

His arm tightened around you, hand smoothing over your hip. You didn’t say anything else, didn’t need to. You just let your head rest on his chest, heart syncing to his, skin still buzzing.

And in the quiet that followed — full of warmth and breath and everything unsaid — you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

Knowing you weren’t going anywhere.

Not tonight.

Not yet.

[your-internet-bf]

I've had like four cigarettes and like eight beers. Anyone who wants to can come over and I'll rail your brains out

[sillylilsquid]

𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊

♥︎summary: Thanos and you have always been each other’s safe place. You helped him through his darkest moments, but now you’re the one spiraling—reckless nights, self-destructive choices, and a past she won’t face. Thanos refuses to let you slip away, stepping in when things go too far. A getaway forces buried truths to surface, blurring the lines of their relationship as old wounds and unspoken feelings collide. But healing isn’t easy, and neither is love. He makes you feel something. Something like safe.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. sexual themes, brief descriptions addiction, mentions of sa(nothing in depth, just implied), suggestive photos, blackmailing reader w/ said suggestive photos, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 12.4k words. plz enjoy!! i have been writing so much lately, so be on the look out for much more hehe 🖤

The first time you ever saw Thanos cry was in the alley behind a convenience store, vape in one hand, bruised knuckles on the other. He didn’t say much, just mumbled something about how he was “so fucking tired,” voice thick and strained, like he had been holding it in for too long. You sat beside him on the curb, handed him the bottle of cheap soju you had bought on impulse, and let him talk when he was ready. That night, he told you about the weight of expectations, the suffocating grip of addiction, and the fear that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t strong enough to pull himself out of it.

The first time he saw you cry was in your car outside your ex’s apartment. You hadn’t meant to call him, but your fingers moved faster than your brain, and before you knew it, he was there–leaning against the passenger door, arms crossed, waiting. You were embarrassed at first, wiping at your cheeks furiously, trying to play it off, but Thanos didn’t buy it. Instead, he sighed, climbed into the car, and cranked up the heat. “Alright, babe,” he had said, voice softer than usual. “You wanna cry about it first, or you wanna tell me what happened?”

The first time you saw him high, it scared the hell out of you. He wasn’t himself, not really. His eyes were distant, movements sluggish, laughter hollow. You had heard the rumors, but seeing it with your own eyes was different. That night, you dragged him out of some shitty house party, ignoring the protests, the slurred reassurances that he was “fine.” You had sat him down on your couch, forced him to drink water, made sure he didn’t choke in his sleep. And in the morning, when the weight of his choices settled in, you didn’t scold him. You just made him coffee and told him, “I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?”

And now…now things were different. Now, it was you spiraling. Now, it was you disappearing for days, shutting people out, then swinging to the opposite extreme–going out, drinking too much, spending money like it was nothing. You told yourself you were fine, but Thanos wasn’t buying it.

Thanos noticed it in the little things first. The way your texts became inconsistent–sometimes flooding his phone with nonsense at three in the morning, other times leaving his messages on read for days. The way you bounced between isolation and excess, spending entire weekends locked away in your apartment only to turn around and blow money on drinks for strangers at clubs you didn’t even like.

At first, he let it slide. Everyone went through phases. But then it started feeling less like a phase and more like a pattern. 

The night he really knew something was wrong, he wasn’t even supposed to see you. You’d blown him off earlier in the day with some half assed excuse, so he was surprised when he spotted you across the club, drink in hand, laughing too loudly at something some random guy said.

You looked good–too good. The kind of good that wasn’t for yourself but for someone else. A mask. He watched as you threw your head back in laughter, eyes a little too glossy, smile a little too wide. He watched as the guy leaned in closer, fingers ghosting over your wrist, and something in Thanos’ chest tightened. 

Then he saw it; the exact moment you tipped past tipsy into reckless. The way your hands wavered when you reached for another drink. The way your smile faltered for half a second when the guy leaned in too close.

The slight flick of the guy’s wrist, the quick glance around before he tilted a small packet over your drink. Subtle. Almost too quick to notice. But Thanos saw everything.

That was it. That was too far. Thanos was already moving before he could think twice, his jaw set, his steps purposeful as he cut through the crowd toward you.

Within seconds, he was at your side, snatching the glass from your hand before you could take another sip. “What the–?” You blinked up at him, startled, your expression shifting from confusion to irritation in an instant.

Thanos didn’t even spare you a glance. His eyes were locked on the guy, his entire body radiating something dangerous, something dark. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low. Deadly.

The guy hesitated, feigning innocence. “Man, chill. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wrong answer.

Thanos didn’t need to explain. He reached forward, grabbing the guy by the collar, yanking him close enough that their noses almost touched. “You think I didn’t see that shit?” His voice dropped to a whisper, sharp as a blade. “You wanna try that again, see what happens?”

The guy’s face paled instantly, his bravado crumbling. “A-alright, man, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just–just having fun.”

Thanos let out a humorless laugh, his grip tightening for a fraction of a second before he shoved the guy backward, making him stumble. “Get the fuck out of here. Before I really lose my temper.”

The guy didn’t need to be told twice. He practically ran the second Thanos released his death grip on his shirt.

You, on the other hand, weren’t running. You were staring at Thanos, arms crossed, lips pursed in frustration. “What the hell was that?” 

Thanos exhaled sharply, shoving a hand through his hair. “That guy put something in your drink.”

You frowned. “No, he didn’t.” Thanos clenched his jaw. “I saw him, babe.”

For a second, something faltered in your expression. Something uncertain. But then, just as quickly, it was gone–replaced by irritation, defiance. “Okay, well, thanks for the concern, but I can take care of myself.”

Thanos scoffed, his patience thinning. “Yeah? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it sure as hell doesn’t look like it.” You glared at him. “I didn’t ask you to come save me.” “No, you didn’t,” he shot back. “But that’s never stopped me before.”

There was a beat of tense silence. Then, Thanos sighed, his voice softening. “Come on, babe. Let’s get out of here.”

Your jaw tensed, and your hands curled into loose fists at your sides. You wanted to argue, wanted to fight him on this, but deep down, you knew–he wasn’t giving you a choice. And even in your drunken stupor, a part of you didn’t want one.

You let out a frustrated sigh, crossing your arms as Thanos gently grabbed your wrist, guiding you through the crowd. You could’ve pulled away, but something about the way his fingers curled around yours, firm but not forceful, made you stay.

The cold night air slapped against your skin the second you stepped outside. It should have sobered you up, but instead, it just made the world tilt a little more. You stumbled slightly, and before you could catch yourself, Thanos’ arm was around your waist, steadying you.

“Easy, babe.” He murmured.

You huffed, pushing at his chest. “I told you–I don’t need you to save me.”

Thanos arched a brow. “Yeah? ‘Cause if I wasn’t here, you’d be drinking something laced with God-knows-what right now.”

Your stomach twisted, a sliver of doubt creeping in. You wanted to believe he was wrong, that he was overreacting–but deep down, you knew he wasn’t. It only made you angrier.

“Why do you even care so much?” you snapped. “You’re acting like you are my fucking dad or something.” Thanos let out a sharp breath, running a hand down his face. He was trying to be patient. You could tell.

“Because, babe,” he said, his voice softer this time, “I’ve seen where this leads.” His eyes locked onto yours, unyielding. “And I’m not gonna stand by and watch you burn yourself out.”

Your throat tightened, your eyes stinging. You swallowed it down, shaking your head, trying to hold on to the anger. It was easier that way.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered. “I just…I just needed a break, okay?” Thanos frowned. “A break from what?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Because how the hell were you supposed to explain it? The exhaustion that never went away, the feeling of drowning even when everything was fine, the way your own mind felt like a prison half the time?

Instead, you just scoffed, shoving at his chest again. “Whatever. I’ll just call a cab.” Thanos’ jaw ticked. “No. You’re coming with me.” Your eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Thanos held your gaze as if completely unfazed. “You throwing a tantrum right now, babe?” Your nostrils flared. “I’m not–”

“Cause it kinda seems like you are.” He smirked, tilting his head. “You wanna kick your feet, too? Maybe scream a little?” 

Your face burned with frustration. “I hate you.” Thanos snorted. “Sure you do. Now get in the damn car.”

Before you could protest, he was steering you toward his car, opening the door for you like it was already decided. You hesitated. Considered fighting him on this. For some reason though, you let him push you into the passenger seat. And when he shut the door behind you, you stared out the window, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the fact that for the first time in weeks you didn’t feel completely alone.

The drive was quiet. Not the comfortable kind, where words weren’t needed. This was tense–thick with everything left unsaid.

You sat with your arms crossed, staring out the window like the streetlights were the most interesting thing in the world. Thanos, for once, wasn’t pushing you to talk. He just kept one hand on the wheel, the other drumming lightly against his thigh, his eyes flicking toward you every so often.

You could feel it. His worry. His frustration. They way he was biting his tongue. It made your chest feel tight.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on with you?” Thanos finally asked, voice steady but careful, like he was trying not to spook you.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your forehead against the cool glass. “I already told you,” you snapped. “I just needed a break.”

He hummed, clearly unimpressed with that answer. “A break from what, babe?” The nickname making you groan. You shut your eyes, willing away the lump forming in your throat. “Everything.”

Thanos sighed. “That’s not an answer.” “Well, it’s the only one I’ve got,” you muttered, nails digging into your palms.

A beat of silence. Then– “You know this isn’t you, right?” It made your chest feel tight. “You don’t know who I am.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “Bullshit. You’re not the type to black out every weekend. You don’t throw money around like it means nothing. And you sure as hell don’t let random assholes buy you drinks without knowing what’s in ‘em.”

You flinched. “I wasn’t–” “Yeah, you were.” His voice wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t soft either. Just honest. “And that’s not you, babe. So, what the hell is going on?”

No words left your mouth. You just continued to stare down at your lap. What was going on?

You wanted to explain it, but how did you explain something you didn’t even fully understand yourself? How did you put into words the exhaustion, the weight in your chest that never really went away, the way everything felt too much and not enough at the same time?

Instead, all you could do was whisper, “I don’t know.”

Thanos glanced at you, something unreadable flickering across his face. “That’s not good enough.” 

Your head snapped up, irritation flaring again. “Well, sorry if my personal crisis isn’t meeting your fucking standards.”

Thanos didn’t flinch. “You wanna yell at me, babe? Fine. Go ahead. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breath hitched. That was the problem, wasn’t it. That he was still here, even when you were doing everything to push him away. You turned back toward the window, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “Just take me home, Thanos.”

A long pause. Then, instead of agreeing, he said, “Nah.” Your head whipped around, glaring. “What?”

Thanos’ grip tightened on the wheel as he made a sharp turn, heading the complete opposite direction of your apartment. “You think I’m dropping you off so you can sit in the dark and wallow? Yeah, no. Not happening.”

“Thanos–” “Relax, babe. I’m not kidnapping you.” His lips twitched, but his voice was firm. “You need air. You need to get out of your head for a bit. So, humor me.”

The fight was slipping out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its place. So, instead of yelling, instead of insisting that you just wanted to be alone, you sighed, slumping back into your seat. “Fine.”

Thanos smirked, reaching over to poke your cheek. “There’s my girl.” You huffed, smacking his hand away, but for the first time that your lips twitched just slightly. Just a little.

You didn’t realize where he was taking you until the neon lights of the 24-hour convenience store came into view. You blinked. “Seriously?” 

He pulled into the nearly empty parking lot, throwing the car into park. “What? You thought I was about to hit you with some deep, inspirational shit?” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “Nah, babe. You need a snack.”

You frowned, your body still tense from everything. “A snack?” “A snack,” he repeated, already opening his door. “Now get your ass inside.”

For a second, you debated being difficult just for the sake of it. But then your stomach grumbled–loudly–betraying you as Thanos shot you a knowing look. “Uh-huh,” he smirked. “That’s what I thought.” You rolled your eyes but pushed open the door anyway, stepping out into the cool night air.

The store was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerators and the scratchy pop song playing over the speaker. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you trailed behind Thanos, watching as he made a beeline for the snack aisle like he had a mission.

“Arlight,” he said, clasping his hands together. “What’s it gonna be, babe?” Sweet, salty, or ‘I have zero impulse control’?” Shaking your head you mumbled, “I’m not even hungry.”

Thanos ignored you completely, already reaching for a bag of chips. “That’s crazy, ‘cause I don’t remember asking.” You glared, but there wasn’t any real heat behind it. “You’re annoying.” “And you’re cranky when you’re hungry, " he shot back, crouching to grab something off the bottom shelf. “So, I’m doing us both a favor.”

A sigh fell from your lips, and you ran a hand through your tangled hair. The weight of the night is still pressing on you like a too-heavy coat. A tiny part of you, the stubborn part, thinks you should have insisted that you just wanted to go home. But instead, you found yourself feeling a little better than earlier just standing beside him, staring at the shelves.

A pack of strawberry Pocky caught your eye. Thanos followed your gaze, then grabbed it without hesitation. You frowned. “I didn’t say I wanted that.” “You didn’t have to.” Something about the way he said it–so casual, so certain–made your throat tighten.

You swallowed hard, looking away. “Anything else?” he asked, like he hadn’t just sent your brain into overdrive. You reached for a small carton of chocolate milk and looked up at him. “Happy?” Thanos grinned. “Proud of you, babe.” You rolled your eyes, but the fight in you felt smaller. Softer. The tension in your chest hadn’t disappeared, but it wasn’t unbearable. 

After checking out, the two of you climbed into the backseat of his car, the world outside dim and quiet. Thanos sprawled out in the corner, legs stretched across the seat, while you tucked yourself into the opposite side, knees drawn up to your chest. The only light came from the streetlamps outside, casting a faint glow over the dashboard. 

He ripped open a bag of chips, tossing one into his mouth before looking over at you. “Alright, so are we gonna talk about it, or do I just keep stuffing you with snacks until you’re too full to be sad?” 

Staring down at the carton in your hands you hesitated before opening it, taking a small sip but keeping your eyes casted away from him. “There’s nothing to really talk about.” Thanos made a face. “Wrong. Try again.”

Your jaw clenched, willing yourself not to snap at him. He was trying to care for you, you couldn’t hurt his feelings. “I just–” you let out a slow breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Thanos stretched out, his legs spread wide with his knee resting against yours, and his arm along the back of the seat. “Ain’t nothing wrong with you, babe.” You let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? Feels like there is.”

He was quiet for a moment, watching you. Then he spoke, “You ever see a dog freak out ‘cause they got the zoomies?” Your brows pulled together. “What?”

Thanos smirked. “You know, like when they start running around in circles like a damn maniac, then five minutes later, they pass out like they fought a war?” You stared at him then, unamused. “Are you comparing me to a dog?” “More like a chihuahua,” he teased, stealing one of your Pocky.

“Thanos.” He snorted but shifted closer, nudging you with his knee. “I’m saying maybe your brain’s got the zoomies. You go, go, go–party, spend, drink, whatever–and then you crash. Hard.” 

Your fingers tightened around the carton. “Yeah, well…what am I supposed to do about it?” Thanos tilted his head, studying you for a second. Then he reached over, poking the side of your face until you turned to look at him. “For starters? Let me help.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want help. But letting someone in–really in–was terrifying. He knew a lot about you, but this one thing…it was something you never wanted to let out of the depths of your brain.

Thanos must’ve seen it written all over your face because he nudged you again, his voice softer when he said, “You don’t gotta do it alone, babe.” Your throat felt tight again, and this time you didn’t fight. Instead, you just nodded.

Thanos’ apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the lamp in his room. You sat on the edge of his bed, your hair damp from a shower sticking to the oversize hoodies he’d given you–his favorite, one that smelled like him. The sleeves were too long, the fabric soft against your skin, and yet you still felt cold. He’d offered you a pair of sweatpants, but you turned them down opting to stay in your underwear.

He sat next to you, one leg bent up on the bed, his arm draped casually over the back of the headboard. He’d given you space since the talk in the car, not pushing, not pressing, just…waiting.

It was familiar the way the two of you could just exist in the same space with no pressures or expectations. But your body was tense, your mind racing with everything you still hadn’t said.

Thanos watched you, his gaze heavy, like he was trying to figure out what was running through your head. Then, after a moment, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“You feeling a little better?” he murmured. You let out a slow breath. “Yeah.” He huffed, skepticals, but didn’t call you on it. Instead, his fingers found the edge of your sleeve, tugging it lightly.

“You’re cute when you steal my shit,” he said, teasingly. You rolled your eyes. “You gave it to me.” “Same thing.” He smirked, but it was softer now, like he was trying to ease you into something without making you realize it.

Your chest felt tight. He was always like this–always knew when you needed space, when you needed patience. When you needed him. Maybe that’s why, when he leaned in, when he brushed against yours, you let yourself melt into it. 

It wasn’t new. You’d done this before, had kissed him more times than you could count–on impulse, on drunken nights, whenever the two of you were bored, or nights like this when you just needed to feel something.

But the moment his fingers brushed the back of your neck something inside of you snapped. Your body went rigid. A cold, nauseating panic clawed up your throat, and before you even realized what you were doing, you pushed him away.

“Wait–” your voice came out uneven, breathless, like you’d just been caught underwater. Thanos immediately pulled back, hands up, brows furrowed. “Hey. You good?”

Your pulse was hammering, your vision blurring at the edges. No, you weren’t good. You curled your arms around yourself, shrinking into the hoodie like it might shield you from the weight of what you’d been carrying.

Thanos sat still, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t annoyed. He was just waiting. Waiting for you to say something.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “It’s not you,” you whispered. Thanos’ gaze softened. “I know.” He tilted his head slightly, studying. “Talk to me, babe.”

Fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeves. You hadn’t told anyone. Not a single person. Saying it out loud made it real, made it something you couldn’t shove into the back of your mind and pretend it didn’t exist.

But Thanos was still there. Still waiting. Still looking at you like you weren’t broken, like you weren’t ruined. Your breath shuddered, you knew you had to tell him. 

“It was a hookup,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I-I thought I was okay with it, but…I wasn’t.”

Thanos didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. But his whole body had gone still, like a wire pulled too tight. You couldn’t look at him. If you did, you’d fall apart. So you just kept talking, your voice shaking, your fingers gripping your sleeves so tightly it hurt.

“I was drunk,” you admitted, the words burning as they left your mouth. “Not blacked out, but enough that things were hazy. I remember saying no at first, telling him to slow down, but he just kept–” your breath hitched, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force the memory away. “I don’t know. Maybe I should’ve pushed harder, or maybe I just froze, but then suddenly it was happening, and I couldn’t–I just–”

“Babe.” You froze. Thanos reached out, slowly, carefully, giving you the chance to pull away. When you didn’t, his fingers brushed over your knuckles, warm and grounding. 

His voice was low and steady. “You didn’t misunderstand anything.” A lump formed in your throat. “I don’t–” “It wasn’t your fault,” he said, firm, leaving no room for argument. 

Your eyes burned. Shaking your head you looked down at your lap. “I just…” a shuddering breath escaped your lips. “I feel like I’m losing it.” 

Thanos hummed, like he was trying to reel himself in. Then he moved, shifting so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in–not tight, not suffocating, just enough for you to know he was there. “You’re not losing it,” he murmured against your hair. “And you’re not alone.” You squeezed your eyes shut, starting to believe him.

Honestly, you didn’t know if it was the way he was holding you–strong but careful, like he could keep you from falling apart–or if it was the way he looked at you, like nothing about you had changed, like you weren’t ruined.

But before you could stop yourself, you moved. Your hands found his face, fingers threading through his purple strands of hair as you pulled him in. Pressing your lips to his with a desperation that nearly frightened you.

Thanos didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his lips firm and warm against yours. It wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You deepend it, shifting onto your knees, pressing your body against his. The weight of his hands landed on your waist, steadying you, his grip tightening when you tried to push closer. 

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Make me forget.” His breathing halted, and for a moment you thought he might give in. But then…

“No.” The word was firm, final. His hands gripped your waist tighter, but instead of pulling you in, he pushed you back, just enough to put space between you.

Your stomach twisted. “Thanos–” He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath uneven. “You think I don’t want to?” His voice was rough, strained, like he was fighting against himself. “You think I don’t wanna touch you, hold you…help you forget?” His fingers flexed on your hips, and his jaw clenched. “But not like this,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Not when you’re hurting. Not when you’re trying to use me to erase something that’s not your fault.”

Your throat tightened, tears burning at the back of your eyes. “I just–” “I know.” His hands trailed up, brushing across your arms, warm and grounding. “But I won’t let you do this to yourself. And I won’t let anyone take anything from you again.”

His lips brushed against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his thumbs stroking your sides. “You need sleep,” he murmured. “And tomorrow, we’re getting the hell out of here. Just you and me.” Your brows furrowed. “Where?” It made his lips quirk up in that cocky, familiar smirk. “You’ll see.”

The next day, true to his word, Thanos had all but dragged you out of bed, throwing your jeans at you and one of his shirts before hauling you into his car.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled onto the highway. “I don’t even know where we’re going,” you muttered, but there was no real bite to it.

“Exactly,” he shot back, grinning. “That’s the best part.”

And maybe he was right, because when he finally pulled up to the spot you felt something shift inside you. A secluded little arcade tucked between two buildings, neon lights buzzing faintly in the air. It was small, almost unnoticeable. 

Thanos hopped out of the car, coming around to your side before you could open the door. He held his hand out. “Come on, babe. Time to let loose.” Slowly, you slipped your fingers into his. 

The arcade was dimly lit, filled with the sound of old-school games and muffled laughter. Thanos wasted no time dragging you toward a claw machine, eyes lighting up with challenge. 

“Watch and learn, sweetheart,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “You’re gonna lose,” you teased, arms crossed. He shot you a look. “I never lose.” You snorted. “Please. I’ve seen you get your ass handed to you in Street Fighter more times than I can count.”

“Okay, first of all,” he turned to face you, stepping closer, the playful glint in his eye shifting into something heavier. Something deeper. “You keep talking like that, babe, and I might have to shut you up.” The air between you shifted. Your breath caught in your throat. And just like that, the playfulness turned into something else entirely. Something you wanted.

Thanos must have seen the shift in your expression because his smirk widened. He stepped even closer, crowing you against the claw machine, his hands bracing on either side of you.

“You wanna keep talking, or you want me to put this mouth to better use?” Your pulse skyrocketed. Maybe it was the lingering adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that you felt like yourself for the first time in weeks. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing your lips against his.

Thanos was having the time of his life messing with you. It started at the claw machine, where he somehow managed to win a stuffed bear on the first try. He shoved it into your arms with a smug grin. “For you,” he said, leaning in just enough for his breath to graze your ear. “To remember me when I’m not around.” “You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, hugging the bear to your chest anyway. 

Then came the air hockey table. Every time he scored a point, he’d make a big show of it–throwing his arms up, biting his lip like he just hit the game winning shot at the NBA finals.

“You see that?” he taunted. “I’m unstoppable.” “You’re insufferable,” you shot back, scowling as he scored another goal. 

But the final straw was when he stood behind you at the basketball game, his arms caging yours, pretending to “help” you shoot. 

“See, you gotta bend your knees a little,” he said, his chest pressed against your back, his voice a low purr in your ear. 

You swallowed hard, trying, and failing, to ignore the way his hands ghosted over your waist. “Thanos–” “Shh, I’m coaching.” “You’re distracting me.” “Am I?” his smirk was pure sin.

You elbowed him in the stomach, and he let out a dramatic groan, stumbling back. “Damn, babe, you trying to kill me?” “You’ll like,” you muttered, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks.

After an hour of arcade games, where he absolutely did not let you win, Thanos finally led you outside, the cool air wrapping around you. 

“Arlight,” he said, stretching. “Next stop.” You shot him a skeptical look. “Another surprise?” He just winked. “You’ll like this one.”

A short drive later, you realized exactly where he was taking you. The spot. It was nothing fancy–just a quiet overlook on the edge of town, tucked away where no one ever really went. It had a perfect view of the city lights in the distance, the skyline stretching wide and endless. 

This was your place. Where you’d gone to clear your heads, to escape, to talk for hours about nothing and everything. Some nights, you’d just sit in silence, sharing a cigarette or a blunt, watching the world move with you. It was a place that belonged to just the two of you. 

The day had been so much fun you forgot you were even upset. Until now, in this peaceful, quiet spot that had so many memories. It made you feel bad for putting Thanos through everything last night. 

Thanos parked, cutting the engine. The silence settled easily between you two. You both got out, climbing onto the hood of his car like you had a hundred times before. He pulled a joint from his jacket pocket, lighting it with practiced ease, taking a slow drag before offering it to you.

You hesitated before taking it, inhaling deep, letting the warmth settle in your chest. For a long moment, neither of you spoke 

“Feeling better?” You glanced over at him, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. Yeah. You were. Instead of answering, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. It was slow, lingering, a silent thank you. 

When you pulled away, he arched his brow. “What was that for?” You smirked, shrugging. “A thank you.” He squinted his eyes as if he was waiting for more of an explanation. But he didn’t say anything cocky as he took another hit, offered it to you, then leaned back against the windshield. For once he was the one speechless. 

The night grew colder and harsh against your skin. Now you both sat in the backseat of his car, heater blasting. You sat curled up in Thanos’ lap, your head resting against his shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around you. He had taken off his jacket to drape it over your frame. For a long while, neither of you spoke.

Then, quietly, you murmured, “I’m sorry.” Thanos’ hand, which had been tracing lazy circles against your thigh, stilled. “For what?”

It took you a second to answer him, not trusting yourself to not cry. “For pushing you away. For acting like I didn’t need you when–” your voice cracked, and you shut your eyes. “When I did.”

Thanos exhaled, pressing his lips to your temple. Your name fell from his lips, a word he rarely said since he always opted to call you babe. “I knew what you were doing. I just wasn’t going to let you.”

A shaky breath left you, half a laugh, half a sob. “You’re annoying like that.” “Damn right,” he said, his arms tightening around you.

Silence settled again, the weight of unspoken things lingering in the space between heartbeats. Finally you whispered, “I never told you what exactly happened.” 

Thanos’ fingers curled slightly against your waist, but he didn’t push. “You don’t have to.” You shook your head. “I want to.” So you told him. Not every detail. Not every ugly piece. How you met the man.

It was just enough for him to understand why you hadn’t been yourself. Why you’d been spiraling. Why even the warmth of his hands on your skin had made you flinch at times. He listened. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t demand more. 

And when you finally fell silent, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “You know what the worst part was?” you whispered. “I thought…for a second, I thought I deserved it. Like maybe I brought it on myself.”

Thanos stiffened beneath you. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet. “Don’t say that.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “I know it’s not true. But I felt it. And I hated myself for it.”

Thanos cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Look at me.” You did. His expression was sad, but his eyes–god his eyes–were burning. “You are not to blame for what happened to you. Not in any way. Not for one damn second. You hear me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded. He exhaled, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “You saved me, babe. You know that?” Your brows furrowed. “What?” 

“When I was at my worst,” he whispered. “When I was using, when I was pushing people away,” he shook his head. “You were still there. Always.” Your throat tightened. “Thanos…” “You never let me give up on myself. Even when I wanted to.” his lips pressed against your forehead. “I’ve been clean from hard shit for almost a year because of you.”

A shard breath left you, your hands fisted his shirt. You knew he drank and smoked a lot, but you never realized he was using other substances. Let alone that he had been clean for so long. “I didn’t know.” He chuckled lightly. “Never told you. Didn’t want you getting all proud and annoying about it.” You laughed, an actual, real laugh. Thanos smiled, his arms pulling you even closer.

Stepping into your studio apartment, Thanos barely took two steps before pausing, his gaze sweeping over the palace. Clothes scattered on the floor, takeout containers on the coffee table, an empty wine bottle tipped over on the counter.

You saw it too, the mess, the disarray. And the embarrassment hit fast. “I–” you moved quickly, grabbing the nearest pile of clothes and shoving them into a laundry basket. “It’s usually not this bad, I just–” “Babe.” You froze, gripping a pair of sweatpants in your hands. 

Thanos was watching you, arms crossed, leaning against the kitchen counter. His expression wasn’t judgemental, just knowing. Your fingers curled tighter around the fabric. “I didn't mean to let it get this bad.” Thanos exhaled, stepping forward. “You been taking care of yourself at all?” You forced a smile. “I’m fine.” He didn’t look convinced. 

Still, he didn’t push. Just reached out, brushing a hand along your waist as he passed. “C’mon,” he said. “Shower, get comfortable. I’ll wait.” Your stomach twisted. The thought of being alone–even for just a few minutes–made your chest feel tight.

“Come with me?” you asked, avoiding his gaze. Thanos didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, babe. Of course.”

So, while you showered, he sat on the closed toilet lit, scrolling through his phone like it was just any other night. He cracked a few jokes, made fun of the random soap brands in your shower, anything to make you feel normal. And strangely, it worked. 

By the time you stepped out, fresh-faced and wrapped in a towel, some of the tension in your chest had eased. Thanos had left to grab your pajamas and returned with a cute matching set for you. You slipped them on, and brushed your hair before following him back to the couch. 

He sprawled out, one arm draped over the back as you climbed onto his lap, legs straddling his thighs. His hands instinctively found your hips, fingers pressing into them slightly. 

“Baby,” he murmured, sighing quietly. That was a new one. He never called you anything other than babe, and it sent shivers down your spine.

You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Let me take care of you.” Thanos went still. You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers tracing down his neck then his chest. His grip on you tightened slightly. “You sure?” he asked, voice low. There was no cockiness to his tone. In response you only smiled, saying “Positive.”

Thanos took a deep breath, fingers flexing on your hips. “Baby,” there was hesitation in his voice now, like he was at war with himself. You leaned in, lips grazing the corner of his mouth. “What?”

He tilted his head back against the couch, eyes scanning your face. “I don’t know if this is a good time.” Your hands traced up his chest, nails lightly scratching over the fabric of his shirt. “I do.” His jaw clenched. “You’ve been through a lot.” You nodded. “I know.” 

Thanos let out a long breath through his nose, his grip tightening as if trying to keep himself from pulling you closer. Again he whispered, “Baby…”

You kissed him before he could say anything else. A slow, lingering press of your lips against his. He barely hesitated before melting into it, groaning softly as he kissed you back, his hands sliding up your thighs, pressing you more firmly against him. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was just deep. Like you were breathing life into each other.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead resting against his, his breathing was heavier. His fingers dug into your plush skin, like you were his anchor. “You have no idea how hard it’s been,” he muttered, voice rough.

“What?” you blinked up at him with wide eyes. His fingers traced your bare thighs, tough featherlight. “Resisting you. Not pulling you into my lap every damn time you looked at me like that.” His eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Watching you with other guys was the worst.”

“You think I didn’t notice?” He huffed a dry laugh. “You’d flirt with someone right in front of me, and I’d have to act like it didn’t make me want to knock their teeth in.” Your heart pounded. “Thanos–” he cut you off. “You drive me insane, baby.” he sounded desperate. “And if any part of you doesn’t want this, you better say it now. Because the second I let go, I’m not stopping.”

A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you slid off his lap, dropping gracefully to your knees between his legs. “I told you,” you murmured, hands trailing up his thighs. “I’m positive.” 

Thanos’ eyes widened at your movements, not expecting to see you looking up at him with such a desperate look on your face. When your fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans, he shot up from the couch and was quick to tug them down. He messily kicked them off, plopping back down on the couch as he tugged his boxers down his thighs. 

You giggled, the sight of him acting so quickly drove you wild. The thought of knowing that he was excited for this made your thighs clench. Your small hand reached out, gently grasping his length. You pumped it a few times, eyes glued to Thanos who was a mess beneath your touch. His head hung back and his eyes were screwed shut. His lips parted ever so slightly as he panted. 

There were maybe one or two times before that you had seen Thanos naked. Once at a party where he insisted on skinny dipping with all his friends, and another when you found him passed out in his bed with no clothes on. You never looked, never starred because the two of you were friends and it felt wrong. But this? This felt so right.

The moment you wrapped your lips around him he fell apart. He became a stuttering mess. Your name falling off his lips along with random swear words. It made you feel good knowing you were making him feel so good. 

Your movements were slow at first as you tried to get used to the size of him in your mouth. Out of instinct Thanos snapped his hips up, his cock tickling the back of your throat which elicited a gag out of you. “Fuck,” he groaned, eyes opening to look down at you. “Sorry–f-fuck, sorry.” 

You used one hand to pat his thigh as if signaling it was okay. Thanos kept his eyes glued to your. The way your eyes were so wide and tears brimmed at them, the way drool and precum trickled down your chin. It was pornographic, and an image he would never forget.

His hand tangled firmly in your hair, not pushing your head but as if he needed something to grasp onto. It made a moan slip from past your lips, sending vibrations through him. That drove him wild. 

Faster now, you moved your head. With your hands sprawled against his tattooed thighs you let the fist in your hair be your guide. Thanos pushed your head all the way down, that familiar gagging sensation hinted in you but you held it back. Your nose rested against his stomach, and as you swallowed around him that’s all it took. Thanos was groaning, practically screaming, your name as he came in your mouth. Most of it went straight down your throat but as he let up his grip on you, you made sure to swallow every last bit before pulling away.

Thanos rested back against the couch, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His fingers dragged through his hair as he exhaled, a deep, satisfied sound rumbling from his throat. Then, before you could even think to move, you heard the soft click of his phone camera. Your head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Thanos.” He grinned down at you, tapping his screen before angling the phone toward you. “Nah, you gotta see this, babe.” You hesitated before glancing at the screen. Oh. Your face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy. A thin strand of drool clung to your chin, your hands still resting on his thighs. You looked utterly wrecked. 

You smacked his knee. “Delete that!” He just chuckled, tossing his phone onto the couch before pulling up his boxers, then gripping your chin, tilting your face up. His thumb swiped at the corner of your lips, gathering the mess before bringing it to his own mouth, licking it off with a satisfied hum.

“Can’t believe you’re so good at that,” he murmured, eyes dark. “You suck cock that well for other guys?” Your stomach flipped. His grin widened. “Nah, actually…I can believe it. Perfect little mouth, always running–figures it’d be good for something.”

Your cheeks burned, and he laughed, hauling you up into his lap, arms wrapping securely around your waist. “C’mere, baby. Let me hold you for a second.” And just like that, the teasing melted into warmth. Into comfort. His fingers traced up and down your spine, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your temple.

“Did so good,” he murmured, voice quieter now. “Knew you would.” You buried your face in his neck, letting yourself melt into him, letting the afterglow and his warmth settle deep into your bones. Yeah. You were exactly where you needed to be.

The night before had been good. Too good. You fell asleep in Thanos’ arms, wrapped up in warmth and a feeling so foreign it almost scared you–something safe, something steady. But by morning, the weight of it all pressed down on your chest like an anchor.

You woke up feeling…wrong. Like you’d taken one step too far into something you couldn’t undo. Like on matter how much Thanos tried, how much wanted to fix you, you’d always end up right back where you started.

He was still asleep beside you, his face slack, mouth parted slightly. One arm was draped over his stomach, the other curled loosely around you, his fingers brushing your hip through the fabric of your shorts. You stared at him, at the way his brows twitched slightly, like even in his sleep he was thinking too much. He’d done so much for you. And you? You were still ruining yourself, just in different ways. You swallowed hard and slipped out of bed, moving quietly into the bathroom before he could stir.

Thanos noticed. Of course he noticed. You were quiet all morning, responding to his teasing with soft smiles instead of the usual bite. You moved through your apartment like you were lost, like you weren’t really there. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, his eyes following you like he was waiting for the moment you finally cracked.

Then, after a while, he exhaled through his nose and muttered, “C’mon, babe. Get dressed.” You blinked. “What?” He stretched, rolling his shoulders. “I wanna go somewhere. You need to get out of this place for a bit.”

You hesitated, but the way he looked at you, the quiet determination in his face, made it clear this wasn’t up for debate. And you didn’t have the energy to argue.

The drive was peaceful. Thanos had one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. His playlist hummed through the speakers, low enough that the rumble of the car nearly drowned it out. 

The road stretched ahead, empty except for the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. It almost felt normal. Almost. 

You sighed, shifting in your seat. Your phone buzzed in your lap, lighting up with a name you didn’t want him to see. You hesitated. You shouldn’t answer. You really shouldn’t. But your fingers twitched anyway, hovering over the screen. Before you could react, Thanos reached over, plucking your phone from your hands.

“Hey–!” He barely glanced at you, his eyes locked on the screen. His jaw ticked. Then he scoffed, shaking his head as he tossed the phone onto the dashboard. 

“Seriously?” You swallowed, suddenly very aware of how tense the care felt. “It’s not–” “Is that him? You’re still talking to him?” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “It’s not like that.” 

Thanos let out a humorless laugh, running a hand over his face. “Not like that?” He shot you a look, something between disbelief and frustration. “Babe, c’mon. What the hell are you doing?” 

Your stomach twisted with guilt. “I don’t know.” You stretched in your seat, reaching for your phone and once you had it you tucked it securely in your lap.

Thanos pressed his lips into a thin line, fingers flexing on the wheel. He wasn’t jealous, he wasn’t. But it pissed him off in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Because after everything–after the  way he held you, the way he tried to pull you out of this–you were still keeping one foot in the door of something that was dragging you down. And he didn’t get it. He didn’t get why. 

Thanos sighed, shaking his head. “You really gonna sit there and tell me it’s nothing?” Your throat felt tight. You didn’t have an answer for him. And the worst part? He knew that.

You remained silent after that, yet the silence felt suffocating. You stared out the window, watching the blur of passing streetlights, the dark silhouettes of trees lining the road. 

Thanos didn’t say anything else for awhile. He just kept driving, his grip on the wheel tight, his jaw locked. He wasn’t mad at you, but it felt like he was. It was so unlike him. No teasing remark, no smartass comment to cut through the tension. Just silence. It made you feel worse than if he had just yelled at you.

Finally, you swallowed the lump in your throat and whispered, “I don’t know why I’m still talking to him.” 

Thanos sighed, resting his elbow against the door, fingers tapping against his temple. His body seemed tense, uncomfortable. “Yeah, babe. I got that part.” His voice wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t soft either. It was tired. Like he was trying to understand something he really didn’t want to understand. 

You fiddled with the edge of his hoodie he let you wear, pulling at loose thread. “It’s just…I don’t know. Maybe I like pretending nothing happened. That I can just go back to normal.” Thanos made a sharp sound in the back of his throat. “And talking to him helps with that?”

“No,” you groaned. “I don’t know! Maybe it makes me feel like I still have control over something. Like I get to decide how it ends.” Thanos was quiet for a beat. Then, with a slow shake of his head, he muttered, “That’s not how it works, babe.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring down at your now shaky hands. “I just…I hate feeling like this.” His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, an anxious tic he used to calm himself. “Like what?” he asked.

“Like I’m broken,” you admitted. Thanos’ jaw clenched. His knuckles whitened on the wheel. Then, suddenly, he swerved to the side of the road and slammed the car into park. You jolted forward slightly, eyes wide. “Thanos, what the hell–” 

“Get in the back.” “What?” Thanos unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face you, eyes dark, voice low and sharp. “Not arguing, babe. Get in the back.”

Thanos could be scary when he wanted to. He could be demanding and strong headed, you knew this about him. His deep voice and tall, muscular frame turned to you and you knew then it wasn’t a choice. He wasn’t challenging you. He was telling you, and you obeyed.

You slipped out of your seat and into the back, settling in just as Thanos followed. He slammed the door shut which made you flinch ever so slightly.

The air was thick, charged, as he sat next to you, stretching out his legs and crossing his arms across his chest. Then, without a word, he reached over and snatched your phone from your lap. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“Thanos, don’t–” “Unlock your phone,” he demanded. Slowly, you shook your head no. Thanos clenched his jaw. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you. Unlock the damn phone.” And you did. You reached over and typed in your passcode which earned a hum from him.

He ignored your protests, thumb swiping across the screen. You tried to grab it back when he opened your messages, but he easily dodged you. “Damn, babe. You weren’t kidding. You really are still talking to this piece of shit.” Your stomach twisted as he scrolled through the messages.

wyd tonight? lets meet up

idk. maybe.

u look good in that dress

thanks 

u miss me or nah?

u were so into me that night, dont act different now

stop 

damn u actin like a whole new bitch. u know i could pull up rn

just drop it

Thanos’ breathing was ragged as he read them. “Maybe?” he read aloud, shaking his head. “Babe, really?” You look away, ashamed. “It’s not–” But before you could finish, he scrolled. You tried to snatch your phone again, but he grabbed your arm holding it down.

And there they were. Pictures. Some from him. A shirtless mirror selfie, a couple of low lit bedroom shots. Nothing outright explicit, but the intent was there. Then he saw your pictures you had sent to this guy. A mirror selfie in a fitted dress. A close up of your lips. And then his whole body stiffened. Because the picture that was staring back at the two of you was something he wasn’t expecting to see. A picture of you. Taken by you. Wearing Thanos’ hoodie. Sitting on your bed, the hem barely covering your thighs, biting your lip at the camera. Your stomach dropped.

Thanos scoffed, his grip so tight on the phone you feared he’d snap it. “You really sent this to him? In my hoodie?” he let out a sharp laugh, but it wasn’t amused. “Fuck, babe.” Your face burned. “It wasn’t–”

But then he scrolled further. And that’s when everything changed. Because there were more pictures. But these weren't yours. They were taken by that guy. Pictures of you. Your blood ran cold. You knew he’d sent them to you, but you didn’t remember him ever taking them.

Your body, sprawled out on the bed. Your face flushed, half turned away. The strap of your dress slipping down your shoulder. The bottom hem pushed up just enough to reveal your lacey underwear. Another one of you naked, your breasts covered just by the man’s hands. Another one with his fist in your hair, makeup smudge across your face as you looked straight into the camera. Eyes hazy from your drunken state. And the worst part? The messages that followed.

dont act like u didnt want it

u looked so good like that

we both kno u liked it

u better stop ignoring me

u know i could ruin u, right?

Of course he had planned to use them as blackmail. That was when you had stopped responding to him, in hopes he’d leave you alone. That’s when you really started to spiral. Your hands had started to shake, and you dared to sneak a peek at Thanos. He hadn’t said a single word, and his silence was lethal. His jaw clenched so tightly you thought he might crack a tooth.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his own pocket and pulled out his own phone. You watched in confusion, still frozen, as he tapped his screen a few times, then turned to you.

Your heart stopped. Because there on his phone were so many pictures of you. Some candid, some not so candid. Some from nights when you’d crashed at this place, tangled in his sheets, makeup smudged. Some from parties where you’d clung to his arm, leaning close to whisper in his ear.

Some of the two of you together. His arm slung around your waist. His fingers curled around your throat. His lips at your ear, mouth curved into something between a smirk and a promise. And the picture from last night. You with swollen lips, bloodshot eyes, and a mixture of drool and his cum dripping down your chin.

Your breath hitched. “Thanos…” He turned to look at you, grinning. “You forgot who you belong to, baby.” He’d always been possessive over you, but never like this. He leaned in, voice dropping lower. “Maybe I should send one of these to your little friend. Let him know who the fuck he’s messing with.”

Your lips parted, shock flashing through you. “Thanos, no–” but then, your phone buzzed. Your breath caught. A call. From him. Thanos stared at the screen for half a second before answering.

“Hello?” Your whole body went rigid. There was a pause, then a low, irritated voice. “Uh…who the hell is this?” Thanos smirked, staring straight into your eyes. “Her boyfriend.” Your mouth fell open.

“What?” the guy scoffed. “Dude, put her on the phone.” “Nah, I don’t think I will.” Thanos leaned back, completely unbothered. “Matter of fact, I think you should delete all those pictures and lose this number.” The guy scoffed again. “Man, she was just texting me–” “Yeah, well she won’t be anymore.”

You sat there frozen, heart hammering against your ribs. You should’ve stopped him. But you didn’t. You prayed this would end all of the harassment you’d been through. You watched as Thanos brought the phone back to his ear and, in a tone dripping with amusement, said, “Lose this number, or I’ll make you lose it.” Then he hung up. 

 The silence afterward was deafening. Thanos tossed your phone back into your lap, his expression still flat, unreadable. But then in a tone that was soft, but no less firm, he murmured, “C’mere, baby.” you didn’t move at first. You just sat there, phone in your lap, the weight of everything pressing down on you.

Thanos’ voice was softer this time. “Babe.” The second you were within reach, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his lap, into the solid warmth of his body. His grip was firm but not crushing, a quiet promise of protection.

“I–” “Shh,” he murmured, one hand slipping to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “I got you.” You let yourself sink into him, let your face press against his neck, his hoodie soft against your cheek. His scent wrapped around you–clean, familiar, safe.

Neither of you spoke for a while. You weren’t sure how much time passed before Thanos finally said, “How long has he been pulling this shit?” You hesitated. Too long. “...A while.”

His jaw twitched beneath your head. “And you didn’t tell me?” You pulled back slightly, looking at him. “I–” you shook your head. “I just wanted to forget about it.”

“You really think I wouldn’t notice?” You blinked up at him. “You think I don’t know you?” His fingers tightened in your hair, just a little. Your throat burned. You hated this. Hated feeling seen. Hated how easily he could read you. 

Thaons let out a slow breath, dropping his forehead to yours. His voice was quiet, but steady. “Babe, you don’t have to do this alone.” Tears began to burn behind your eyes, thick and hot, threatening to spill over. “Is there more? Because if there’s more to this I need to know so I can end it all.”

You shook your head, a few stray tears slipping down your cheeks. He pulled you in tighter, and this time you didn’t fit any of it. His grasp, the tears, your feelings. You allowed yourself to cry into his chest, body racking with sobs. Thaons held you, never letting his grip falter. 

After you collected yourself and Thanos made sure you were okay, the two of you continued your drive. “Where are we even going?” you asked, turning toward him. Thanos smirked, eyes still on the road. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You narrowed your eyes. “I would like to know. That’s why I asked.” He reached over, resting his large hand on your knee. “Relax, babe. You’ll like it.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t press further. 

Eventually the roads narrowed, leading to a secluded stretch of land. The house came into view first–tucked away from the main road, sitting against a backdrop of trees and open sky. Your brows lifted. “You rented this?”

Thanos cut the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Just for the weekend.” he shot you a wink, “Figured you deserved a little getaway.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest. You bit your lip to keep from smiling. He noticed, of course he did.

“Come on,” he said, opening his door. You followed him inside, taking in the open floor plan and floor to ceiling windows. Everything smelled faintly like cedarwood, the air crisp from the countryside.

You plopped onto the couch with a sigh, stretching out. “This is kinda nice.” Thanos dropped beside you, picking up your legs and resting them on his lap when he sat down. “Told you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out. It felt…normal. There was a few minutes of comfortable silence before Thanos spoke up.

“Give me your phone.” You blinked. “Huh?” Thanos held out his hand, expectantly. “I’m deleting those pictures.” you didn’t speak, frozen. “You don’t need that shit sitting on your phone.”

Slowly, you placed it in his palm. Thanos scrolled through the messages, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t say anything. He just started deleting. One by one, he deleted anything and everything that was attached to that guy.

You exhaled, a strange mix of relief and unease washing over you. Once he was done, Thanos smirked. “Y’know, we should replace ‘em.” You frowned. “What?” He held up your phone. “Take new ones. Good ones. Of us.” Your cheeks warmed. “You’re ridiculous.” He shrugged. “I’m right.”

Before you could argue, he pulled you to his side, angling the camera. “Smile, baby.” You couldn’t help it–you laughed as he snapped the photo. Then another. And another. Before long, you were both tangled together, making stupid faces, teasing, playing.

The playful pictures quickly turned into something else. Thanos, always one to push boundaries, tugged you closer, tilting his head as he snapped another picture. This time, his lips were right at your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

“Gotta get some better ones than those shitty ones he took, right?” he murmured. You felt your heart picking up speed. “T-thanos–” He flipped the camera, his grip steady on your phone, his free hand finding your jaw as he turned your face toward his. “Look at me.” You did.

The click of the camera felt deafening. Another picture. Then another. His fingers brushed your thigh, pushing your legs apart just enough to make your breath hitch.

He smirked. “You nervous, baby?” You huffed, trying to make your reaction. “Shut up.” He chuckled, tapping through the photos. “Damn. These are real nice.” You reached for your phone, but he held it away, laughing. “Uh-uh. I think we need a few more.” 

Before you could protest, he shifted, pulling you fully into his lap. His hand found your waist, gripping firmly as he leaned in, pressing his lips just below your ear. Click. You shivered. Click. His fingers trailed lower. Click. 

The playful photo session took a more daring turn as Thanos pulled you up from the couch, his hands skimming over your sides. “Let’s get some real shots, babe,” he said with a glint in his eye, his voice low and teasing.

You looked at him, biting your lip, but a challenge gleamed in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

He grinned, pulling you toward the bedroom, then towards the floor length mirror in the corner. He snapped a picture of the two of you, your bodies close but not touching. His gaze flicked between the phone screen and your reflection. 

“You look stunning,” he murmured, his breath tickling your neck as he adjusted you. “Let’s make it a little more…fun.” 

You raised a brow but didn't pull away when he guided your hands up to tug your shirt over your head. The fabric slid off, he snapped a quick picture, the camera capturing your bare shoulders and his hand resting lightly on your waist. He was quick to peel his own shirt off. 

The heat between you two was undeniable as his other hand found its way down to your butt, fingers lightly squeezing. The picture came out blurry at first–too much movement– but when he steadied his grip on you, the next shot was perfect.

It was only a minute before Thanos had you both out of your pants. You left in your bra and underwear, him in his boxers. His chest was pressed against your back as he took a few more pictures, his free hand placed in suggestive places on your body. Around your neck, groping one of your breasts, fisting the side of your underwear.

“You know,” Thanos whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. “If you weren’t so damn irresistible, I might actually be able to stop myself.” You fought the heat rising in your cheeks.

The next shot was from the bed, the two of you lying side by side, bodies tangled together. The camera caught your smiles, your hands tracing his tattoos, as you shifted, getting more comfortable. You couldn’t deny the electric tension between you–playful, teasing, and full of unspoken promise. Thanos snapped one picture of you on your knees on the floor, staring up at him with wide eyes. That was his favorite one. The last picture was of you two sharing a kiss. He looked at it with a satisfied smirk, leaning back on the pillows.

“I think we’ve got some damn good memories to replace the others,” he said. Then tension in the room wasn’t heavy, but it was hot. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together trying to relieve some tension you felt.

A mischievous grin curled his lips as he looked over at you. “You know,” he began, “I should probably have these pictures saved for myself–you never know when a little reminder of this will come in handy.” 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny the heat flushing your skin and the tingles you felt throughout your body. “Oh, please. You really gonna hold them over my head?”  “Not like that,” he said, shrugging. “Just think I might need some personal motivation later on.”

You shot him a teasing look. “You want them for when you’re lonely, huh?” He laughed, his cocky grin widening. “If I’m ever feeling bored, sure. But I think it’d be hard to get bored with these.” He sent himself the pictures from your phone before handing it back to you.

The playful tension in the air felt thick, the heat between you two palpable, and Thanos let out a low sigh, stretching his arms above his head. “Anyway,” he said, suddenly standing up from the bed. “I’m gonna grab a shower–feel like I need to cool down for a bit.”

You raised an eyebrow, watching his move across the room, his movements slow but purposeful. “Yeah? You sure you’re not running from me?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking as he entered the bathroom. “Nah, just trying to be respectful of your boundaries, baby.”

You were left in the dim room, the air still heavy with the scent of him and the lingering heat of the photos you’d taken. You sat there, your thoughts racing. It was clear he was affected–hell, so were you–but the playful tension shifted, leaving something more raw, more intense in its wake. After a moment of hesitation, you stood up, almost without thinking. You couldn’t just let him get away with that teasing, could you?

The bathroom door was cracked open, and you caught a glimpse of him, standing under the spray of the shower, steam curling up from the floor. You saw his hand fisting his cock, and heard the quiet panting sounds he made. You knew exactly what you were doing as you stepped inside without knocking.

Thanos froze when he saw you. His trailing up and down your now naked frame. His hand stopped its movements, and he leaned back against the shower wall. “Babe, what are you doing?” he asked, though his voice was laced with something else.

You stepped closer, eyes never leaving his. “I think you’re the one who started this.” You reached out, brushing your fingers against his chest, the warm water cascading over him. 

He didn’t respond at first, just watching you with a heavy gaze, as if considering whether or not to step back–or to pull you closer. 

But he didn’t move away. He let you inch closer until your lips were inches from his. “You really wanna test me right now?”

“Maybe,” you whispered, hand resting on top of his. “Maybe I just like to see if you can resist me.”

He grinned then. “I can, baby,’ he said quietly, but it didn’t sound very convincing. “But you’re about to make me break that.” That’s when a sense of urgency took over your body. Your lips crashed to his and you removed his hand from his cock to take it in your own.

Neither of your movements were slow or cautious. As you pumped his cock in your fist, his fingers snuck between your legs. They worked quickly against your clit before he pushed two inside you. You let out a breathy gasp at the feeling.

It didn’t take very long for you two to become whiny messes under each other's touches. Each other's names falling from the others lips like a prayer. Whines and moans vibrated off the shower walls. Before you knew it your head was spinning. The two of you came at the same time, and something about that made the whole thing seem even more intimate. 

The rest of the weekend was spent teasing, joking, and laughing. Thanos made sure you didn’t think about anything except the two of you. That you were enjoying yourself fully, and hopefully healing. He blocked the guy’s number from your phone and you thanked him for it, not sure if you would’ve been able to do it yourself. Before you knew it the two of you were driving back into the city. You weren’t saddened because you felt the shift of the air between the two of you. Things would be different from now on.

The music thumped through the walls of Nam Gyu’s place, a stark contrast to the quieter, more intimate atmosphere you and Thanos had shared just hours before. You could still feel the heat of your bodies together on your skin.

Thanos had insisted on coming to the party. “You need to loosen up a little, babe,” he;d said, pulling you out of the car and toward the front door. “We’re all done moping around. We’re having fun, okay?”

Against your better judgment, you’d agreed, but you weren’t really sure if you were ready for the noise, the chaos, the crowds of people who had no idea what was going on behind your walls. Yet, as soon as you stepped inside Nam Gyu’s apartment, you felt like you were stepping into a different world.

Nam Gyu was in the middle of a conversation with a couple of his friends when he spotted you and Thanos. He smirked and immediately made his way over to you, clapping Thanos on the back as he winked at you. 

“Damn, Thanos,” Nam Gyu said, his tone light but teasing. “You look like you’re about to eat her alive.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck, but it was hard when Thanos didn’t exactly make it easy. His arm was draped around your waist, a possessive but gentle hold that made everyone around you notice.

“She’s been a handful lately,” he said teasingly. “But I’m making sure she’s having fun.” Thanos licked his lips, staring at you and you felt your body burn under his gaze.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol you had begun sipping on or the way Thanos’ words made your heart flutter,mm but you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

Nam Gyu raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “I’m not one to judge, but…damn, you two are practically joined at the hip tonight. You’re looking like more than just friends now.”

You froze at his words, a small pang of uncertainty tightening in your chest. Was that how it looked? You couldn’t even really think about it because everything still felt so complicated, but there was something undeniable between you and Thanos. Something unspoken. 

Thanos noticed your discomfort, his fingers gently grazing your back, soothing you. “Shut up, Nam Gyum” he said, his voice lighter but still protective. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone who looks at you the way she looks at me.”

The comment made you smile, the small flirtation doing exactly what it was meant to do–ease the tension you hadn’t even realized had built up.

Nam Gyu held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you two have your moment. But if you get too cozy, I’ll have to kick you out.”

You laughed, the sound feeling good, almost reigned to you after everything. Thanos leaned down, kissing your forehead softly. “You okay, babe?” You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest you hadn’t felt in a long while. You were okay. Maybe not perfect, but you were here, and that meant something.

The night went on, and you allowed yourself to get caught up in the energy around you. You danced. You laughed. You allowed yourself a little escape from the weight that had been on your shoulders. And Thanos never let you go too far, always keeping you close, watching over you like a silent guardian.

As the night went on and the party started to wind down with people slowly trickling out, you found yourself standing by the door with Thanos, his hand still on your back, guiding you. “You sure you’re ready to go?” he asked, his voice soft yet serious. You looked up at him. “Yeah. I think I’m ready.”

He smiled and led out the door, but before you left, he turned to you. “Just so you know, no matter what happens, I’ve got you babe. Always.”

You swallowed, emotions swirling in your chest. This was more than you’d ever expected from anyone, and you weren’t sure how you got so lucky, but for the first time in a long time, you felt a little lighter.

The rest of the night was quiet. You two drove back to his apartment, the weight of everything that had happened slowly lifting as you realized how much you meant to each other. In that moment, it didn’t matter if it was complicated. It didn’t matter if you didn’t have all the answers. You had each other. And that was enough.

[giyusdarling]

──𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 : sebastian

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, stalking, yandere behavior, somnophillia, sexual fantasies, noncon, dead dove do not eat, possible spelling/grammar errors

pairings: yandere!sebastian x fem!reader

words: 0.8k approx

sebastian used to stay in his room all day, hidden away from everyone in complete darkness— aside from the illuminating glow of his computer. he was the definition of a shut-in. he never went out unless it was for food, his nightly smoke break, or the friday evenings spent at gus’ bar—even then he never stayed long. but, the key phrase being ‘used to’.

now, he finds himself going out more often—still in the darkness of the night, of course—to see you. his mom would be so proud of him if she knew he was going outdoors more. though, he doubts she’d be pleased to know that whilst he was technically going out and seeing you, you weren’t seeing him. he made sure of of it.

you were always fast asleep when he visited, your pretty face so peaceful, and so unaware. unaware of the looming presence inside your house. you really should keep your windows locked, just because it’s a small town doesn’t mean there aren’t any threats. be it wild animals, or even people like himself, it’s just plain stupid to leave them open. you’re lucky that as much as he’d really like to, he doesn’t do anything to you. unlike alex, or even sam, he’s able to control his urges, and doesn’t just think with his dick.

but oh, how he’d love to be able to touch you. to submit to his urges, and creep up into your bed, his slender hands roaming your body until they found solace on the waistband of your pyjama pants. he’d pull them down slowly, as not to wake your slumber, and he’d hover over you in a trance, staring at your covered cunt. even while asleep you’re teasing him, teasing him with that thin piece of fabric separating him from seeing your arousal.

then, he’d pull down your panties with an utmost concentration, unconsciously holding his breath as he did so. he’d take a moment to pause, gaping at the beautiful sight before him, of your exposed folds so pretty for him.

he’d make sure to take his time with you, relishing every moment spent next to you, eagerly drinking up the beautiful sight of you laid out, exposed before him. you were completely unaware, or maybe, just maybe, you happened to be awake. you were just pretending to be asleep, letting him take advantage of you, since surely you wanted this just as much as he did.

regardless, since he does care about you, and your pleasure—unlike alex who would probably just slip his dick right inside you, with no concern for your wellbeing—he’d make sure to prep you beforehand, slipping two of his fingers inside you. the same two fingers he’s used with his mouse, spending a countless amount of time scrolling through porn sights, jacking off to the thought of you.

he’d curl his fingers inside of you, reaching the spongey spot in your pussy that made your folds glisten with arousal. maybe you’d stir in your sleep, subconsciously feeling what he was doing, and almost giving him a heart attack in fear that you’d woken up. though, after realizing you were still asleep, he’d resume stretching you out until he determined you were ready.

taking out his aching cock, angry, red tip leaking with pre cum, he’d gather some of your slick and rub it over his shaft, pumping his cock with soft groans. even just your juices felt so good on his cock, he could get lost in the sensation if not for the real thing right in front of him and so he’d line his the head of his cock up with your folds.

slowly, he’d push himself inside, his hands gripping onto your waist. while he was trying to his best to keep quiet as your warm walls clamped down against him, squeezing his cock like a vice, it was as if you wanted him to cum right then.

finally, once he was fully sheathed inside you, he’d start moving, without care if you woke up since now there was nothing you could do, nothing you could say that would stop him. and so he’d pull himself almost all the way out, only to shove his cock right back into your snug hole, repeating this over, and over again, filling your room with wet sounds.

he would be too caught up in pleasure to realize you’d woken up, not even processing your pleas for him to stop. only after he’d painted your insides white would he realize you were awake.

but, thankfully for you, sebastian wasn’t like that, and his cum only stained his underwear instead of your pussy.

©𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 2024–2025 — all rights reserved. plagiarism, modification, ai usage, or reuploading is strictly prohibited

[giyusdarling]

──𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

minors & ageless blogs dni !! some works may include dark content

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗:

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓:

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘:

𝐒𝐀𝐌:

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍: nighttime fantasies

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄:

©𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 2024–2025 — all rights reserved. plagiarism, modification, ai usage, or reuploading is strictly prohibited

[giyusdarling]

thanos Twitter links?

i’ve actually already posted some right here !!

[yadovitayasabaqa]

ahaha again!

[confessioncassette]

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

Part 1

“you and me alone in the dark, forever i stay, with you”

summary : after having a drug fueled revelation on his life, Thanos decided to create a private account. For weeks, this account was his sanctuary where he could “unplug” from the normalities of his life of partying. With no one to watch him, no one to make fun of what his interests were, he posted snippets of his daily life and created an algorithm that suited his secret interests. And one day, he had stumbled upon you.

tw : taking drugs, pinning, not proof read, reader knows little Korean

words : 5.7k

notes : this is a longer version of my drabble. In this specific AU (without the games), I wrote Thanos as someone who longs for a bond and needs someone to understand him on a deeper level. This maybe out of character juuuust a tad from him in the games, but this is what I feel like he would be as Choi Subong rather than Thanos.

“I tried this shit a while back and it’s wild, bro.”

Nam-Gyu sits cross legged on the floor before his friend, an outstretched hand pedestals two little colorful tablets in his palm. Thanos eyes widen, lips curling downward as he shifts over his tailbone.

“Don’t give me that shit,” the black haired man pushed the other playfully, “trust me, I wouldn’t give you this if I didn’t already know what it felt like. It was eye-opening, bro.”

Thanos shakes his head, “I don't know bro, I’ve never taken something like that before.”

Nam-Gyu clicks his tongue, “just trust me. I’m taking it with you.” His eyes shift to look at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. “It's similar to shrooms,” he muses, “Plus, I’m a good trip guide. I won’t let you do any crazy shit.”

Thanos stares at the colorful tablets laid before him, contemplating if this was a good idea. It’s not like he hasn’t tried this stuff before, or worse, but this was newer on the market and Nam-Gyu’s past of harder drugs doesn’t set his mind at ease.

“For real, you won’t end up in the street naked or anything. When I tried this a few months back, it literally saved me, bro. It was like, like uh, like I saw all the beauty in the world…” He paused sheepishly before adding, “or some shit.”

Nam-Gyu smiles, “look, I don’t do hard shit anymore, you know this.”

Which was true, Thanos thought. They’ve tried almost everything under the sun when it came to experimenting when they first met, with the exception of needles when it came to Thanos. When it came to trying newer drugs, Su-bong was extra cautious about them being laced. But, his friend is trying it with him, and he’s done it before… what could go wrong?

”This was the same batch you tried before?”

”Yeah, I saved these last two for just us.”

”I take just one?”

”Just one.”

The purple haired man takes a tablet with confidence and pops it in his mouth.

“Now let it dissolve over your tongue,” Nam-Gyu follows his friend by taking the tablet, which eases the other.

“How long will it take?” Thanos lets out a breath, sinking his back to the floor. His friend follows suit, flopping his body to the floor beside him to stare at the ceiling in Thanos’s high rise apartment.

“Won’t be long, bro. Just enjoy the ride.”

The lights in the apartment were already dim. The faint glow of purple LED lights and the twinkle of the night sky of Seoul made a soft atmosphere. The high was gradual but overwhelmingly apparent. Thanos’s body flooded with an initial rush of adrenaline, causing his body to buzz. Time felt all-being, fast as light but slow as molasses, and his body was just an anomaly between it all.

The emotions inside his mind bursted at the seams, exploding with undescribable love and admiration for life. The fleeting thought deep within his mind made him realize that he’s never truly felt appreciative of life before, but he chose to ignore it. How could he ignore the overwhelming excitement for living? This is beautiful. His friend was beautiful, his apartment was beautiful, these lights were mesmerizing.

He stared at Seoul’s skyline for what felt like hours, completely entranced in the way they sparkled. Neon lights flashing on billboards, the barely-there stars peeking through the city’s light pollution. Maybe one day he’ll see the night sky for real and count every star up there. How come he had never realized how beautiful the city was? The people in the street enjoying food, groups sticking together on a night out, a couple hugging each other in an intimate moment and forgetting the world around them.

He wanted to find love like this. Could this feeling be love? Is this what it felt like to appreciate everything he had been through? He had never felt this love with another human being before, but he can remember the last time he had felt love.

When he was a child, he loved to create. This mostly came through rapping and making music, but he also adored creating through drawing and painting. He loved to dance, he loved to express himself in any way possible through a form of art.

Maybe he had lacked this as he got older. With tough times and life experiences, he began to revert inside himself. In school, he got in with the wrong crowd, tried drugs and got hooked at a young age. He became rebellious, ultimately becoming the leader of the pack. He still created music, though, but it was the only mask he had. Rapping got him exclusive invitations to more popular crowds. He had spiraled and partied regularly before it became a lifestyle.

A new girl every night and waking up with regret, on a vicious cycle of drugs and alcohol, partying way past sunrise and waking up just when the sun began to set.

Was he proud of it? He’s lived this life for too long to remember, so he couldn’t tell.

Did he even have his own conscious? Did his lifestyle dull his senses to what really matters? He can’t tell.

All he could feel was right now, this moment in the lick of time. And time was fleeting.

-

Choi Su-bong woke up the next night alone on his couch. He blinked, once, twice before reaching for his phone on the floor beside him. Cringing at the bright screen and scrolling through notifications, Nam-Gyu had left a text a few hours ago.

남규 🙈 (4:14 pm) : I left earlier to make an appointment. I checked on u before i left to make sure ur alive lol i also locked the door. Txt me when you wake

Sighing and rolling on his back, Su-bong sent a response to notify that he was okay before switching apps.

Instagram was his first choice, per usual, and he was immediately flooded with his fellow idols and influencer ‘friends’' posts. Flashy cars, luxurious dinners, lavish outfits that cost hundreds of dollars… it was always the same. He swallowed, noticing his mouth withered before discarding his phone once again over the fur carpet.

It was Friday night, the start to a weekend, where he would usually get up to shower and head out to the high scale clubs to meet with friends. But tonight he only hopped in the shower to cleanse himself and threw on a hoodie and sweats, because he cringed at the thought of doing anything else.

Sitting alone on his plush couch, tv faintly glowing in the back, he racked his brain on his experience from yesterday. It’s actually surprising that he didn’t feel the effects still. It must have been a short term high.

Though short term, it had lasting effects on his system. His thought process tonight was completely different from normal. No doom scrolling, waking up craving immediate numbness or even hungover. Maybe it was time for a wake up call, and this was what he needed. And to think that he was hesitant at first to take them.

He was tired of the surface level relationships and everything that came with that. His entire adult life had been a blur, a ticking time bomb with fleeting memories. Sure, times were fun, but waking up each day feeling like his body got pummeled by a train wasn’t…fun.

He missed art. He missed making music that came from his heart. He missed creating. Not this senselessness that made him fit in.

Pulling out his phone, Su-bong’s slender fingers tapped along the screen.

Create a new account

The blue letters stared back at him, and he was eager to press. Pursing his lips, he contemplates a new name. And why was thinking of anything original so hard right now? It felt like a ghostly pressure, but this was his first choice he’s consciously made in years. Was it really that hard?

He lets out an airy laugh, “shibal.”

Pattering his colorful fingernails along the screen, he came up with Mystic_Legend.

Was it original to his persona? No. But he liked it that way. It was a little ode to himself, but honoring his attachment.

He kept the profile blank for now, not opting to add a profile picture.

This was a clean slate. The explore page filled with vacation pictures of palm trees next to private pools, someone cooking a healthy meal for their family, a few memes - but what caught his attention was a beautiful art piece hung along a blank wall.

What he could perceive as a skinless torso without the flesh, unmasked and slimy twisting up like a tornado. Brilliant hues of blue and dusty grey explode through the top like a cloud exploding and expanding. Thanos was mesmerized by the painting. He’d never seen anything like this before.

His whole body stalled as his eyes scan every detail of the picture for a while. His mind races with thoughts of what could this be? What was the artist interpreting?

But maybe it wasn’t up for interpretation, maybe it was to feel.

What he felt was a tainted soul blossoming into something new.

This was a deep connection, a coincidence to a new path of life.

A beginning.

-

Su-bong spent less time on social media in the following weeks. From what used to be entertaining fans through comments, responding to DM’s, collaborating with other big artists and liking videos of his appearances and shows to spending most of his time on his burner account.

He had grown an algorithm catered to interests long forgotten and had followed things that genuinely interested him. From thousands of followers to zero, from following a few hundred to 13. It was refreshing, to Su-bong. Something he had needed.

No followers didn’t stop him from posting his daily routine. It was rather fun, actually. Posting things that he was doing without having thousands of people watching his every move. It felt more invigorating to post things that were out of his online persona.

An americano from the cafe down the street, his weights at the gym, his record collection, his at-home studio setup, a new pair of shoes he just bought, a colorful sunset from his apartment, a video of him filming the Han River as he went on a run.

He found a new love in posting things that caught his eye, a new love for things he didn’t really see before.

Nam-Gyu was always around, too. Like usual, he’d stop by the apartment to share a drink or smoke a blunt. The two would watch movies and order take out every few days, leaving Nam-Gyu to pass out on the couch for the night. The bond they shared was always special in regards to the fakeness of the crowd Thanos hung around, so it was natural and comfortable keeping him close.

Though, he’d never share the burner account. That was solely his.

Thanos would still keep a presence online through his main account, but not as much. Fans would ask if things were okay on his posts, but he never responded to those. He did his tasks led by management and kept his social life relatively strong to cause any other suspicion.

However, he did loosen the reins on making appearances. In a span of 2 weeks, he didn’t show up to any night clubs or perform at any shows, much to his managers' dislike. However, he continued to make music, music like he’s never created before.

His new routine would be spending hours in his guest bedroom/home studio making music from his soul. Raps about love and heartbreak, about a life he feels like he’d never lived. Raps about living vicariously through movies, how he longs for companionship but can’t seem to allow himself. Raw emotions would flow, allowing himself to set in a new territory of his mind and heart.

It was like therapy. Years of burden lifted off his shoulder poured into his music. Sometimes angry and intense, spitting painful memories and emotions through the mic - and others loving and soft, thoughtful for genuine affection.

Choi Su-bong felt at ease for the first time since he was a child.

Nestled in his king bed, damp hair draping over his brow, he scrolled through his explore page.

A beautiful face he had scrolled past.

Scrolling back up, he tapped on your picture with lightning speed.

A simple photo, but unremarkable. You posed in a simple dress that accentuated your body modestly, holding the phone up to take a selfie in a park.

Officially 1 month in Seoul!

Seoul? You’re here?

Swiping to your profile, he noticed that you didn’t have much. With only following barely over a hundred people and less than 40 followers, you were an anomaly.

You didn’t even have a caption, just a simple text heart emoji under your name.

Your profile had only 12 photos and 2 of which were you. The rest had been photos of your adventures. A photo of a record store, good food you had tried here in Korea, and pictures of landscapes.

Thanos eagerly tapped on the second photo of you.

You were in bed, phone angled high to capture your beauty with flash, holding a plush animal.

I rewarded myself with a friend today

Su-bong swelled, grinning to himself. The plushie you had looked soft, tuffs of its fur touching your cheek as you smiled sweetly back at him. Scrolling down, he found your first post of an airplane illuminated under airport lights.

Today, I start fresh. I’m nervous. #movingtokorea

Checking the date, you had posted this 2 months ago. You must have moved here recently and are living in the same city as him.

Running slender fingers through his hair, Su-Bong considered interacting with you or not. He had scrolled up to see your face at least a dozen times, practically stalking your entire page. Unable to control his emotions, Thanos buzzed with adrenaline.

He’s made the first move countless of times, but not in a… specific way like this. He never had a problem getting the girl he desired for the night, and he never had to try hard at that. This was a completely different situation.

He didn’t want that type of relationship with you. He felt it reverberating deep within his bones. He wanted more than that. Looking through the screen into your eyes marked him in a way he could never describe in words. It was a pulling, a chain that linked and locked with a click deep in his soul.

One message couldn’t hurt? Right? You didn’t even know who he was, or what society had written about him. You didn’t know his past, his current or even his name.

Would it be weird sending you a message? He doesn’t think he could even cope with being left on read by you.

This was fate, this was more than limerence - it was affinity.

-

You sigh, plopping yourself over your couch and covering yourself with a blanket.

Your apartment was small and barren. It was nothing to look at, but it was home. Little trinkets line your bookshelf in the corner of your living room glow under the tv’s light. Scrolling through your apps, you select a comfort show from your childhood and unwind.

Starting a new life in Seoul wasn’t on your bingo card a year ago, but you had made the rash decision for a job with decent pay. You had never left home, so why not take an adventure to see if you could do it? The best part of all of this was that you always had the decision to move back, or move somewhere else completely.

It was beginning to feel like home, though. It was the perfect amount of space you needed and the environment was a perfect mix of introverted activities and extroverted. You had the freedom to become a hermit, but also had the option to go out if you so please. You lived in a part of the city where you could walk to work, dine and drink down the street. You also lived in an area close to bars if you ever felt the need to socialize.

It was beginning to feel like home after 2 months. Your job was easy to follow, despite you not being an expert in Korean. The people were nice, though they were curious and stared. You stuck out like a sore thumb with your demeanor, but you were becoming accustomed quickly, better than you thought you would.

You should be going out tonight, but you don’t feel ready yet. You should be getting dolled up to enjoy a night of fun, but… this was fun for now. Cuddled up in your cozy apartment after a long week at work.

The tv muffled in the background as you stared out your window, appreciating the skyline.

Your phone buzzes against your tight, drawing you from your thoughts.

Mystic_Legend wants to send you a message

Your brow furrows at the notification, but you’re anxious to see the message. You had little to no lies from your home country, and no one knew you here in Korea. Must be a bot.

Mystic_Legend (9:56 pm) : 나는 당신의 사진을 좋아합니다

You blink, staring at the message in curiosity. Pulling up google on your phone you translate the sentence.

I like your photo

“Weird,” you mumble.

Another instagram notification pops up on your screen and you tap it.

Mystic_Legend (9:57 pm) : 최근에 한국에 도착 했나요? 당신은 그것을 좋아합니까?

Have you arrived in Korea recently? Do you like it?

Uneasiness bubbles within your gut. Wasn’t your profile private? You tap around your screen to double check - and it wasn’t. Curiosity got the best of you and you tap the users profile.

20 posts, 13 following and… zero followers.

An anomaly.

Scrolling through the users posts, you find random things. A pair of new shoes, a video of a hooded figure with his back turned to the camera playing on a soundboard, a picture of the person’s outfit, hat covered with a beanie and phone conveniently covering his face in the mirror. Filtering through more posts, you find the Seoul skyline at night, a deck of cards littering a coffee table, gym equipment and landscape photos.

“What the,” you sigh under your breath before another notification pops over the top of your screen.

Mystic_Legend (10:01 pm) : I’m sorry. I should have written in English.

Mystic_Legend (10:01 pm) : I like your photos. Did you recently move to Korea?

Your fingers hesitate before swiping across the screen to accept the messages.

You (10:02 pm) : Do I know you?

A typing bubble appears before disappearing for a few moments.

Mystic_Legend (10:03 pm) : No, I found you on explore page

Ahh, it clicked. But you won’t tell a stranger sensitive information, the whole situation is weird in the first place. You were hesitant to even respond, leaving the message on read while you stared at the screen.

Mystic_Legend (10:04 pm) : I’m Su-bong. Not a creep, I promise.

You (10:04 pm) : Nice to meet you. Thank you for liking my pictures.

Keeping it short and sweet, you lock your phone, hoping to leave the conversation at that, but your phone vibrates not once, but twice.

Mystic_Legend has followed you

Mystic_Legend (10:06 pm) : I could help you speak Korean, if you don’t know

You contemplate the message, looking at it on your Home Screen. You could use the help with your job and navigating the city. It wouldn’t hurt, right? You could have a native speaker help and just keep it at that. Just for the knowledge, of course. Keep it surface level.

You (10:07 pm) : That helps me, actually.

Mystic_Legend (10:07 pm) : Cool. 😎

Mystic_Legend (10:07 pm) : Maybe we could call?

You (10:08 pm) : Not tonight, it’s pretty late.

Mystic_Legend (10:09 pm) : That is okay, get your rest. We can speak tomorrow?

You (10:10 pm) : Sure.

Seen 10:10pm

You left it at that, and the stranger does too. You get ready for bed shortly after that, confused as to how anyone would even find you on the explore page. You weren’t a big account at all and hardly interacted with content on the app, so what had led to the discovery of your profile?

You did have similar interests, but that couldn’t be the only reason for him to message you.

Before closing your eyes, you tap the instagram application and go to the strangers profile and press follow.

-

It caused Su-bong physical pain to let you go to bed. He wanted to message you more, all night if he could. But you had agreed to a call tomorrow, and he was reeling with adrenaline.

Scanning over your photos in his darkened room overlooking the city lights, he couldn’t keep his gaze off the picture of you in the park. Turning over to lay on his side, a strangeness swells within his chest. It must have been stupid, only a virgin could react so strongly just by pictures and dry messages.

But something had told him this was everything he had been missing. Not ever had he looked at a girl with such a sweetness. He’d hooked up with models, influencers and everything in between, although not remembering most of the nights. He’d share hot kisses with wet tongues in night clubs, inviting high class women to his place to experiment something new, had intense sex fueled by molly, and even bent women over in grimy bathrooms.

This was not new to him, picking up women and getting what he wanted.

But the purity was.

Something swam in your eyes, mesmerizing him in a daze. Something fueled him to keep pushing, to dig deeper as to where this stems from.

You are beautiful, elegant and ethereal actually.

He’d hate himself forever if he didn’t try.

The buzz of a notification almost sends his heart leaping out of his chest to find that you had followed him back.

-

You didn’t hear from the stranger, or Su-bong overnight. To your conflicting disappointment, he wasn’t in the pile of notifications when you woke.

Something pulled you in. Men now-a-days have a large following, or a large number of who they follow. You didn’t mull this over to its extent last night, but when you checked his following, it was all art, photography and music accounts… all 13 of them. He didn’t have a profile picture, but the same silhouette showed continuously through his posts.

He didn’t have any followers, and this led you to think this was a secret account. Maybe he had a girlfriend to hide… but honestly that wouldn’t make sense, because if he were to hide an account, wouldn’t he be following girls? At least one? But the only one was you.

And you were now his only follower.

It seemed like a simple account, purely made for enjoyment. Social media is used for that sort of thing anyways, right? You shake your head, reminding yourself that not every man is out to get you. Not every stranger is here to hurt you.

It’s not that big of a deal, and you shouldn’t even be bothering yourself with it.

So you opt to forget about it and carry on with your day.

Saturday - a day to catch up after the work week and do whatever you want to do. So, you do. You work out, shower and make your way to the little cafe down the street to catch a light breakfast and coffee.

Sitting down at an empty table near the window to people watch, your phone buzzes over the table.

Mystic_Legend (10:01 am) : Good morning

Bzzzzt

Mystic_Legend sent a photo

You practically leap from your seat to snatch your phone, a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. You pray to god that this doesn’t go south, please for the love of god do not be an unsolicited dick pic.

Preparing yourself with a breath, you go to his message embarrassingly fast and tap on the photo.

You squint before opening, as if to allow yourself to be a victim of a terrible sight, but to your delight, the picture opened to a pair of pristine white sneakers next to some weights.

Mystic_Legend (10:03 am) : I am hitting the gym this morning. I hope you slept well.

You (10:04 am) : I beat you to it, I already worked out today. I am getting breakfast.

Sending a picture back can’t do any harm, right? Angling your phone over your food and coffee, you snap a picture and send it.

Mystic_Legend (10:06 am) : Looks good

Mystic_Legend (10:06 am) : What are your plans today?

Mystic_Legend (10:07 am) : I am excited to call, let me know when you are ready.

You purse your lips, blushing at the thought of having a phone call with a stranger. This was unhinged right? No one in their right mind would be doing this… right? Why did your heart flutter with every message he sent?

It’s literally a blank profile.

You tap on his account and scroll down to the photo of him in a mirror. The purple beanie covers his hair and the phone covers most of his face. The hoodie he wears is black with neon coloring and you can’t see past his waist. The one eye you do see, gives a glimpse, a sliver, that who you are talking to is a real person.

You (10:10 am) : I have to run errands today, but I will text you when I am home

The chat bubble lifts above the keyboard, then disappears. You await his response in silence.

Mystic_Legend (10:11 am) : I will wait for you.

An… odd message, you blink. Maybe even sweet… but you don’t know the customs and courtesies of Korean culture enough to have a real judgement. All you need to worry about is finishing your errands and chores before a phone call with a stranger.

-

Flicking the light to your apartment on and dumping your grocery bags on the counter, you stretch.

A day out was just what you needed, and the weather was perfect to walk around in, but damn do your feet ache. Slipping off your shoes by the door, you begin doing your final task of the day.

You barely put the egg carton in your fridge before you hear your phone buzz from the counter. Padding your feet over to your phone, sits another photo message from mystic_legend.

Tilting your head, you open the photo.

An outstretched hand gingerly caresses a wine glass halfway filled with a deep red in front of a kitchen counter.

Mystic_Legend (8:00 pm) : I hope you had a good day.

You (8:00 pm) : Sorry it is so late, I met up with a coworker for dinner.

You cringe at your apology, it’s not like he deserved one. But it was true. Your coworker saw you shopping at a local store and asked if you’d be down to have drinks and food. You couldn’t say no, especially since you have no friends. And this coworker is also a foreigner, so it works out in terms of no language barriers. But you did have plans to call with him, so maybe you felt the need to mention that?

You (8:01 pm) : Is that red wine?

Mystic_Legend (8:01 pm) : Yes. I like this one.

Mystic_Legend sent a photo

You open the photo to see an exquisite bottle of red with the label in French.

You (8:03 pm) : Looks expensive, are you rich?

Mystic_Legend (8:04 pm) : It was a gift.

You (8:05 pm) : I will call soon, I need to finish cleaning up and shower

Mystic_Legend hearted your message but said nothing else.

You freshen up after a long day, letting the hot water cascade down your back. Rubbing your shoulders to ease the tension, your mind wanders.

Was this a trick? Was he a creep? How could you be so naive in trusting a complete stranger? It was weird, what you were doing.

But in reality, you are lonely. Making this move was huge for you and your confidence. You’ve never ventured out like this before. You are a big girl, you don’t need to explain your reasons for making friends. You are completely on your own, working in a completely new country, and doing good at it.

You’re not tied down by anything but yourself, so why was it hard to accept the fact that this was a little unconventional?

You’ve tried dating apps in the past- you physically cringe forcing yourself to stop your thought process. Shrugging your shoulders against the water in a visceral reaction, you shake off the thought. This guy is not an interest, why were you thinking it was? Instagram is not an app to date.

Even so, he had never asked anything other than to talk to you. You’ve had guys in the past ask for nudes almost immediately. You’ve had guys thirsting over you in such an icky way that it completely turned you off.

But…

You lean your head back into the waterfall and puff your cheeks.

He hasn’t done that.

You couldn’t help by think of all the reason why. Why he had messaged. Was it a cover? He could be a complete fuck-boy underneath it all and he’s just grabbing your attention.

What if he isn’t even real. What if he’s some mama’s boy living in a dingy basement?

You groan, anticipation swelling deep in your belly. You feel like you might be sick at the thought of a measly voice call.

You can’t help that it excites you.

-

Silk pajamas caress your skin and the plush comforter of your bed warms your senses as you whip out your phone and settle yourself in a comfortable position.

Your finger lingers over the phone symbol next to the strangers name… and you can’t do it.

You (11:01 pm) : I’m ready

WIthin seconds, like he really was awaiting your message, your phone screen illuminates with a voice call.

Your body tenses at the mere sight and you suck in a breath, hitting accept.

“Hello?”

“Annyeonghaseyo,” he calls, his voice low and smooth like honey. You melt at the slow infliction of his tone.

“Oh- annyeong-“ You stutter, but he doesn’t react. “How are you?” You try to hold it together to keep your voice from shaking, praying that he doesn’t notice. Your poor Korean could be embarrassing to him.

“That was good,” he comments before proceeding, “I am good now. I told you I would wait for you.”

The more he spoke, the more you caught on to his thick accent. It wasn’t perfect. But you didn’t care, you understood him just fine.

You give an airy laugh, “you did.”

”What did you do today?”

You hum. “I worked out, went to lunch… I went shopping and met up with a coworker of mine for dinner. It was nice. What did you do today?”

He hums in response.

“One second-“ he says, followed by quick tapping on his screen. After a moment, he begins to speak again.

“I worked out too. I had chest day. Then I made music.”

“Music?”

“Yes,” he pauses, “I like to make music.”

”Is that why you post pictures of you in a studio?”

“Yes,” the tapping on his phone is rapid now, “I have my own studio in my house.”

”That’s so cool! I’d like to hear your music…”

The stranger was silent on the other line.

”Maybe.”

“Okay, well no pressure. I don’t like to show anyone my personal stuff either.” You opt to keep the conversation light.

He hums in agreement.

“Why did you come to Korea?”

You shift under your covers, thinking of a response.

“I… just needed a new start. I wanted to see what I could accomplish.” Is what you ended up with.

He hums again, slow and low, taking a moment to respond.

“I understand. I have lived here my entire life. I always wanted to travel, that is good that you did.”

You laugh, “it was scary at first, moving to a new country and all…”

”I could tell you all the best spots around here.”

”I’d like that, I’m still getting used to it.” You turn your head to look at the moon outside your window.

”Do you remember my name?” He questions.

”Su-Bong.” You respond quietly.

”Yes, I’d like to know yours.”

You swallow, internally battling yourself with how to respond. You don’t want to give him your real name in the means of safety. But he did give you his.

“Is that actually your name?”

“Of course, why would I lie?” His accent was thick and questioning, low in bass. It rang so nicely through your ears. His infliction doesn’t waver, and it draws you in.

You slowly said your own name, giving him the benefit of the doubt. It was just a name after all, and he had already known what you looked like.

He repeated your name quietly, like he savored it on his tongue. His deep voice electrified your nerves in a way you’ve never experienced, triggering your body to grow hot in embarrassment.

“Beautiful name,” was all he said.

You sheepishly give thanks before yawning.

“Are you tired?”

Your eyelids grow heavy to the sound of his voice. “I am.”

”I will let you go to sleep, can we talk tomorrow?”

You wait a moment to respond as your heart flutters in response to him.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

”Okay,” he whispers, “an nyeong hi ju mu se yo.”

”Goodnight, Su-Bong.”

-

Thanos hung up the phone almost too quickly, but not because he wanted to leave the conversation, but because he needed to let out a breath he had been holding.

Your voice was sweet and calming. It had lulled his system like waves of the ocean.

Running his fingers through his hair his eyes dart around the room and curses under his breath.

You’d definitely be the death of him.

[giyusdarling]

──𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 : lee myung-gi / player 333

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, established relationship, yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, phone-snooping, savior complex, delusions, brief mentions of sex, fake robbery, possible spelling/grammar errors

pairings: yandere!lee myung-gi x fem!reader

words: 0.8k approx.

note: tbh, out of all the characters, i think myung-gi is definitely the closest to being a yandere in canon, though i could definitely argue for nam-gyu as well.

yandere!myung-gi who always makes sure to keep a close eye on his girlfriend. he’s so thoughtful, isn’t he? whether you’re out with friends, or at a cafe, he’s monitoring you from a distance. although, most people would consider his ‘monitoring’ to be invasive, or a breach of privacy, he’s just doing you a favor. there’s far worse men out there, men who want to do nothing but harm to you, but he’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. you’re his girlfriend, and he’d never want anything to happen to you.

yandere!myung-gi who never expected you to be so sharp, and was genuinely surprised when you confided in him about being stalked. initially he was worried that you’d accuse him, though thankfully for him, you were still unsure about your accusation—or whether or not you were even being followed in the first place. but, he’d still play along, and act the part of a concerned boyfriend, even going so far as to suggest accompanying you any time you went out.

yandere!myung-gi who decides he has to step up his game, and to make sure he won’t get caught, he decides to just place hidden cameras on your bags, and an audio recorder so that he can monitor you from a safe distance, while still being able to step in if needed.

yandere!myung-gi who often times will make up excuses and drag you away from your friends whenever he thinks you’ve been spending too much time away from him. whenever you try to protest, he’ll just dismiss you, and pull you away with his strength. and while he’ll never outright say it, it annoys him to no end that you prioritize your friends over your own boyfriend. he’s way better than them, and he “knows” that deep down you know it too.

yandere!myung-gi who occasionally goes through your phone, blocking certain numbers and even going onto your social media and unfollowing a bunch of people he thinks are a bad influence. the worst part about it is that he doesn’t see the issue with it, and thinks he’s doing you a favor, or even protecting you. he’s not the type of guy who can admit when he’s wrong, he thinks he’s always completely reasonable.

yandere!myung-gi who eventually gets confronted by you about his behavior, and how he keeps taking you away from your friends—you’re still completely oblivious to him going through your phone—and so he does what he knows best, and completely manipulates you into thinking you’re in the wrong. why are you prioritizing your friends over him in the first place? you should be spending time with him first, and then hanging out with your friends afterwards. he’s your boyfriend, and so you should treat him as such.

yandere!myung-gi who is completely dumbstruck when you admit that you want to break up with him. after everything you’ve been through, you want to break up with him? he can’t comprehend why you’d ever want to do that, you must not be in your right mind and so he lets you go for the moment. he knows you’ll eventually come to your senses, and when that happens, you’ll come running right back to him apologizing for your mistake.

yandere!myung-gi who knows that even if you manage to find someone else, they won’t be able to measure up to him. he’s the ideal man for you, you’re practically made for him and him alone. he knows that nobody is able to satisfy you like he does. not when you’re always moaning about how good he is, and how he can reach that place inside your gummy walls that has your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

yandere!myung-gi who decides you’re taking to long to come back, and so he sets up something that’s sure to gain back your trust. he already memorized your schedule, which makes it easy for him when he calls up a ‘friend’, and sets up a plan that will have you running back to his arms in no time.

yandere!myung-gi who has his ‘friend’ attack you late at night as you’re coming back from work under the guise of a robbery, only for him to conveniently show up like a knight in shining armor and scare him away. initially, he wasn’t sure if it would work, but it seems it did the trick considering you were sobbing in his arms afterwards about how grateful you were, and that you were sorry for everything. had he known it was that easy, he’d most certainly done this sooner.

©𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 2024–2025 — all rights reserved. plagiarism, modification, ai usage, or reuploading is strictly prohibited

[bioticautoman]

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[hmmpup]

thanos squad wants YOU to join!

[misayani-deactivated20251020]

ALL MINE — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS JEALOUSY HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — just a really really shortttt little something with my women <3 (+ thanos cause he's one of my babygirls) btw pleaaaasee send more no-eul requests [lowercase intended]

warning: literally one mention of a quickie on se-mi's part but this is kinda fluff !

mi na —

- first and foremost, this girl has an ATTITUDE

- like dont expect her to not do something when you're literally getting hit on by a man during breakfast

- and u being oblivious like cmon now...

- as soon as she got her breakfast, she marches her way towards you, who was just sitting on your bed looking at the smirking man in front of you with a disgusted face

- your lips form into a smile once you finally saw your gf, but dropping as soon as you saw her approaching the man with a fake smile

- "what's this?" 

- she will look the man up and down shamelessly, her lips curled as if she was disgusted

- she's the openly jealous type, girl isn't ashamed of it

- what's there to be ashamed of in the first place? you're HER girlfriend

- "ugh, leave my girlfriend alone. can't you see she's uncomfortable with you??" 

- will flip her hair at the man, giving him one last eye roll before he finally leaves

- she's so sassy

- almost made you feel bad for the man but girl fuck him

- your girlfriend can never do any wrong, right??

- "and you, stop being oblivious! he was obviously flirting with you."

- girlie's offended, eyebrows furrowed as if it were your fault

- she crosses her arms against her chest as you pout at her

- "sorry... won't happen again."

- HER EYES SOFTENS FOR A WHILE BEFORE ROLLING HER EYES AGAIN trying to hide her forming smile

- she huffs, "whatever. you better make sure it won't" before plopping down on your bed to sit next to you and then you both finally eat breakfast in peace <33

- overall, this woman's not scared to express her emotions

- like u can literally see it on her face im not even kidding

no eul —

- first of all, how dare you

- no-eul's not the most confident with herself

- and seeing someone hit on you makes her feel down

- she's vulnerable

- will seek comfort through physical touch, either by holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist

- you ask her what's wrong and she'll respond in the softest voice EVEERRRRRJDJDJDJD

- "i just.. don't like sharing you.." 

- I PROMISE SHE MAY HAVE A TOUGH EXTERIOR

- but inside she's soft, for you at least.

- she needs extra reassurance bc u are literally the love of her life and she doesn't wanna lose you ever

- she's the quiet jealous type, will mostly let you know she is by her actions

- you make it up to her by setting up a movie night but it just ended up by you taking care of her

- it's up to you to think of how you took care of no-eul <3

se mi —

- when you started dating se-mi you knew you were in for a ride

- she won't hesitate to call out the situation

- just like mi-na, she's not scared to express her feelings

- won't be as sassy though

- she's gonna drop some sarcastic comments instead (she means it)

- "wow, didn't realize i had competition."

- will scoff at whoever's hitting on you

- she's also protective, she's wary of literally anybody in that large room.

- "keep an eye out for that man, he seems dangerous"

- uses humor as a shield to hide her jealousy

- makes comments about the other person

- but if you're stubborn and keep entertaining other people,

- babe

- she will make you jealous in return

- "two can play at this game."

- lol how the tables turn

- enjoys seeing you jealous but will stop eventually if she sees you down

- she'll make it up to you by having a quickie in the restroom

- <33 yum

jun hee —

- she's very honest

- she had a bad past relationship with the father of the baby she's carrying right now

- and she doesn't want the same to happen to you 

- someone's checking you out? she's gonna clear her throat to get the person's attention and calmly whisper something to them

- "that's my girlfriend you're staring at."

- she'll then try and make her best intimidating expression

- BUT AWHHH SHE LOOKS LIKE A MAD BABY BEAR CAUSE SHE'S SMALLLL

- thankfully, the other person is respectful enough to leave you both alone

- don't underestimate her though, she may be small but she's a tough one.

- she will stand her ground if she needs to

- she will protect her girlfriend if the other person was going too far

- but overall, she's calm unless she has a reason to not be.

hyun ju —

- THIS WOMAN IS TAAAAALL

- she'll definitely take advantage of that

- will do her best poker face and will tower over the person you're talking to

- will cross her arms as she scans the person up and down

- she's lowk threatened though, you know how she is with her confidence level

- you'll never make her jealous on purpose, of course

- but once you two are alone she'll blurt out something like, "i don't like them."

- you know, dating hyun-ju means she trusted you enough to be her girlfriend

- so as much as possible, she doesn't get jealous because she trusts that you love her and her only.

young mi —

- POOR BABY'S AN OVERTHINKERRR:(((((

- she'll overanalyze your interaction with the other person and will imagine the worst case scenario 

- then later she's gonna ask you millions of questions

- "do you like her?" 

- "what did she tell you to make you laugh?"

- "did you enjoy her presence..?" 

- :((((

- you, being a good gf, reassures her

- "oh no, honey, i just laughed at her face cause her makeup's so bad."

- she thinks it's mean to laugh but she lets out a soft chuckle

- you're glad to make your girlfriend smile again

sae byeok —

- territorial af

- wants you all to herself

- she's silent. but its obvious to you she's jealous if her body language stiffens

- you think this girl's personality is cold? just wait til you see her jealous side and she'll show you cold.

- theres this one time where sae really got jealous

- she poutED AT YOU RAHDJDJDJ:(((

- it was a once in a lifetime moment

- by the way have i mentioned that this girl's resting bitch face is DEADLY

- her eyes alone will intimidate anyone

- she looks like she's always glaring at something, well— she is

- that's why its rare for someone to walk up to you and hit on you

- cs she's always by your side, acting like your personal bodyguard <33

thanos —

- 'oh they can do that? i can do it better' type

- HE'S NEVERRR GONNA LET ANYBODY ACT LIKE THEYRE BETTER THAN HIM

- just like him sometimes, this man's pride is high

- always tries to one up the other person in doing something

- hell, the person can do a backflip? he can do TWO backflips

- he fails though

- will stand up and brush his clothes while looking around to see if there was anyone who saw him fall to his ass

- "yo man, just get the fuck outta here." 

- will pout if he sees you laughing at him

- softie thanos >>>

- "baby please tell me i did the backflips better:(" 

- HE'S SO UGHHHHHHH i wanna pinch his cheeks

- of course, you tell him his backflips were better !!! his fall was just part of the performance

- plus points for storyline <3

- sometimes he'll act unbothered, but it's painfully obvious he is ?????

<3

@misayani

[giyusdarling]

──𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 : choi ‘thanos’ su-bong / player 230

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, established relationship, possibly grammar/spelling errors

pairings: thanos x fem!reader

words: 1.8k approx.

aftercare: while sober, he’ll just throw a blanket over you, or occasionally hand you the tv remote, but other than that, he typically passes out after you two have sex, leaving you to fend for yourself.

if he’s still high, thanos tends to be a lot softer towards you, and will hold you against his chest while the two of you lay in bed covered in sweat.

body part: being the cocky man that he is, it’d come as a shocker if there wasn’t an inch of his body that he didn’t like, though if he had to choose, he’d either say his hands as he thinks they look cool, or his dick for obvious reasons.

the same goes when it comes to you, he loves every part of you, but he has a preference for your tits, and back—he loves to snort lines off of it while he’s fucking you from behind.

cum: if you don’t let him cum inside you, he’ll usually do it on your stomach or chest, whichever ones more convenient. he finds the sight of any part of your body covered in his cum to be extremely hot, and it definitely plays into his more possessive nature.

dirty secret: he’d never say it out loud, but he thinks it’d be hot to watch you and se-mi go at it. though, a secret he might be more open about is that he wouldn’t mind having a threesome with you and nam-gyu either.

experience: despite what he claims, he’s only had sex with a few other people before you during his time spent at club pentagon. he usually doesn’t go for the girls there, as he considers the majority of them to be “cheap” and unworthy of his time. but, he makes sure to make it seem like he’s experienced, and it’s definitely convincing. even though most of his knowledge comes from watching pornos, he’s skilled with his body.

favorite position: he’s a big fan of doggy style, because he loves pulling on your hair like a leash and the way you clench down on him when he does it. in this position, he’s can grab your ass at any given moment, and even snort lines off your back if he feels like it.

he also likes missionary, because it allows him to see your fucked-out expressions as he slams into you, the pretty tears that cascade down your cheeks, and the way your lip quivers as you try and hold back your moans to no avail. missionary also allows him to watch your pretty tits bounce, and stare at the bulge in your stomach each time he buries himself into you.

goofy: he’s definitely very goofy during sex, especially when he’s stoned. he keeps his laidback demeanor even during fun time, and will most definitely crack a few jokes here and there. he views sex as a way to unwind and make each other feel good, so he doesn’t see the point in being all uptight about it.

though, there is times when he comes home upset and will relieve his pent-up frustration on your body, which is one of the few times where he’ll be more serious during sex, as he’s too busy roughly pounding his cock into your pussy to crack any jokes—and because he’s just upset in general.

hair: he’s has an average amount of pubic hair and makes sure to keep it clean, but won’t go out of his way to make it look nice. he doesn’t really see the point in shaving too much, as body hair is natural (and he also finds it a hassle). though he might shave if you ask, or if it gets too messy, but other than that, he prefers to just let it be.

intimacy: he’s initially not much of a ‘sappy’ guy, and at first he’s definitely distant—he just wants to get off. though, he will definitely groan into your ear about how attractive he finds you, and he’ll praise you on how well you’re taking his cock. further into your relationship, he definitely softens up, and will often tell you how much he loves you while he’s balls-deep in you.

jack off: before meeting you, he probably jerked off a fair amount—maybe a bit more than average—but now he doesn’t see the need to, since he can just ask you for the real thing. though he does find himself a little disappointed whenever you aren’t around and he has to get off by himself. this goes without saying, but he usually will watch porn while jerking off. he’s also definitely the type of guy to ask you for nudes at like 3 in the morning so that he can jerk off to you.

kinks: he loves hair pulling—both giving and receiving. if he’s taking you from behind, he’ll grab on your hair a lot. it also turns him on when he’s eating you out and you pull on his hair, or guide him down to wear you want him.

dacryphillia is also a big kink for him. more specifically, thanos loves seeing your tear-stained face—especially the sight of your makeup all ruined— and your cock-drunken expression as he pounds into you. something about the sight of you completely ruined on his cock really gets him going.

location: he will honestly do it almost anywhere so long as you guys can be somewhat hidden—he won’t let just anyone see his girl all exposed. no, that’s a sight for his eyes and his eyes only (with the few exceptions of his close friends).

motivation: just about anything you do could have him pop a boner, but a few things that really turn him on is when you wear revealing outfits around him—specifically mini skirts—since you’re practically begging for him to take you right there and then, or when you let him leave hickeys all over your body. the sight of you all marked up by him, letting everyone knowing you’re his, is enough to have his dick rock-hard

no: he’s a fairly open-minded guy, and there’s few things he won’t do, and even fewer things you do that could possibly turn him off. he thinks you’re the most attractive person on the planet, and almost nothing will deter him from having what’s his. that being said, he’s not a big fan of subbing, as he prefers to be in control. he wants to be the one whose responsible for all your pleasure.

oral: thanos is most definitely more of a receiver, but can you really blame him when your mouth feels so good around his cock, or how hot you sound gagging on him. it drives him insane when your teeth lightly graze his cock. he’s not afraid to be selfish when it comes to you, not when you’re already offering yourself to him.

though there are some occasions when he’s wants nothing more than to feel your thighs clamped around his head as he tongue-fucks your pretty pussy.

pace: he’s more of a rough and fast type of guy, the type that will pound his cock into you like there’s no tomorrow, and will have you cumming on his cock as soon as possible. he’s especially rough when he’s high on drugs, and everything around him seems to speed up.

quickies: while he wants to be able to take his time with making the two of you feel as good as possible, he doesn’t mind quickies as there are some times where he really needs to get off, even if it’s a bit unconventional.

risk: as previously stated, he’s a very open-minded guy, and is willing to try new things. that ties into his willingness to fuck you in possibly risky places, and it turns him on all the more. he loves the feeling of being on edge, the knowledge that anyone could walk in on the two of you and see him slamming his dick into you.

stamina: he has a good amount of stamina, and if he decides to pop a pill before hand, he can go a lot longer. he can last a couple rounds at best, and makes sure to have you cum on his fingers or tongue at least once beforehand.

toys: he probably owns a fleshlight for when you’re away and his hand isn’t doing the job. when it comes to using them on you, it could go either way. depending on his mood, he loves to edge you with one until your begging for him to let you cum, and other times he prefers to make you cum on his fingers—in fact he might even get a little jealous of the toy, since surely he can make you feel better than a dumb piece of plastic.

unfair: definitely teases you a lot, in fact he gets off on seeing how desperate you are for him. whether it be him making you get down on your knees and pathetically beg for his cock or edging you for what seems like hours, he’s a huge tease. he’ll smirk at your fucked-out face afterwards, and point out how messy you are—though he finds that part of you hot too.

volume: he’s very vocal during sex, and will let you know that you’re making him feel good. you’ll mostly hear rough groans from him, and some occasional grunting noises. he’ll groan the nastiest shit into your ear, and if he’s feeling mean he’ll call you all sorts of degrading names, and remind you about who you belong to.

wild card: he loves to snort lines off your body, and will often have you cockwarm him while he huffs a line off your back. overall he’s just a big fan of sex while he’s stoned, as it heightens the stimulation for him.

x-ray: when it comes to length, he’s average, but he’s definitely pretty girth-y and it’s always a struggle to fit it inside your cunt. he has a couple visible veins, and the most prominent one runs along the underside of his cock. when hard, his tip flushes an angry red tone.

yearning: he’s got a pretty high sex drive. this man is ready to fuck you whenever, and almost anything you do could turn him on. it’s hard for him not to want to fuck you when you’re always so pretty for him, even if you’re not trying.

zzz: one word, and that’s fast. he passes out almost immediately afterwards, and he’s a heavy sleeper so good luck trying to get him to wake up.

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