𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮… 𝐍𝐨𝐰 - 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
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summary : Thanos truly believes that the opportunity of the games was fate. He’d been slowly losing his mind and becoming more corrupt each day, believing that the stars had aligned for him and him escaping death is a sign. This leads him to believe that you were also on the list of divine intervention, and one night, he just can’t control himself while you sleep.
tw : DUBCON, SOMNOPHILIA, Thanos POV, Thanos believes it’s his right to have you, frotting - friction dry humping, clothed boners are hot, roughness, Thanos acting in complete lust, blowjob, hair pulling, sour then sweet, drugs mention
words : 2.0k
notes : this is more of a drabble than fic. I just.. fantasized about this happening
Thinking about how…
Thanos is not a man that withholds restraint, nor was he a man who cared.
Inside this asylum of death and childhood games, he’s a god. At least, that’s how he depicted himself in the hierarchy. He had hand-picked his team who had survived game after game, cheating death by a landslide. How could he not be a god?
Thanos began to think that this was fate, his divine right, a privilege to be placed in the games. From almost slipping his body off a bridge over the Han River to end it all, to redeeming himself here, where laws do not matter. Where he could cheat, steal, and even sacrifice others for a start on a new life. Because in here, whatever vile decision he makes, he truly believes that he will gain from it exponentially.
He’s slowly losing himself in this morally decrepit place, and he doesn’t mind that one bit. Each day his mind’s corrupted a little more, slowly unscrewing the primal parts of his brain that he didn’t even know were there. In fact, this was just what he needed. No police, no laws or tricks to unlock his true potential. The rules were simple, and he is simple enough to believe that he could win.
Not only has he slipped through death's icy grip to earn endless amounts of cash day after day, but he’d found a muse. It was a double whammy in the mind of Thanos.
All of this was truly a prophecy tailored just for him.
And now, in the darkness of the barracks, he’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours after lights out. The effect of the drugs had been long gone, leaving his mind to wander. Thanos stared at the metal bars of the bunk above, his forearm slung behind him to caress his head. He’d been silently counting each bar over and over as he listened to the muffled snores around him.
He can’t sleep, not when couldn’t think about anything other than the fact that you were inches away, sleeping peacefully. He prided himself on snagging the bed next to yours the other day, and thankfully, your beds were nestled in the corner of the room on the very bottom bunk - another clear indication that fate was on his side.
Scanning his eyes over to your sleeping form, he watched you carefully. It wasn’t even fair, how beautiful you looked even in the dark. Your lips plush and relaxed, the way your lashes blanket over your cheeks, the slow movement of your chest rising and falling was a breathtaking sight in repose that contrasted to the events of day. You looked clean, too pure for a place like this.
In every single way, Thanos wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to corrupt you in a way that no one else could, in a way that no one else would know.
Because it was fate, right? The universe handed this opportunity on a silver platter, and you were the main course. How could he not take the advantage in making you his?
He couldn’t help the way his blood rushed between his legs. He couldn’t help the way his skin itched, or how his heart ached for you more than any drug could.
Thanos sucked in a breath and rolled his hips upward, the pressure from the waistline of his pants rubbed his hardened cock just right. Keeping his eyes fixated on your sleeping form, his gaze ravished the curves of your body. He wondered how soft you felt, what your lips tasted like, and how he would kill to have your lashes tickle his neck from underneath him.
Slender hands slide down to meet his aching cock over the fabric of his pants. Firmly grasping his hand around the shaft, he almost slips out a pathetic whimper. Fantasies of you on top with your breasts suffocating him flood his vision. He’d kill to bend you over that voting table in front of everyone, to show everyone that you were his. He could only imagine how tight your pussy was, how wet you’d get, how his balls would assault your pussy with each unforgiving thrust.
Thanos bit his lip, keeping a tight fist over his clothed cock as he pumped himself with a good pace. His brows furrow, but his pupils never leave your face as he does so.
God, you made him so wet, his precum has already soaked through the layers of his boxers and tracksuit. He’s careful, though, with his breath, only exhaling through his nose. But he was shuddering. His body is completely at the mercy of his lust for you, overstimulating every atom down to his toes. His mind has become over powered and hazy, thinking of all the things he could do. Would he cum on your face? Your tits? Oh fuck, would he cum deep inside you? Yeah, he’ll do that when the time comes.
Because…
Before Thanos even finished the thought, his feet were already swinging over the side of the bed and had only taken 2 steps to tower of your sleeping form. His eyes darted around the barracks and the beds that tower over him for any pink soldiers. Not that he cared, but it’d be a shame if he didn’t finish with you before getting killed if he was caught.
But it was fate though, right? The universe wouldn’t stop what he needed to do.
He needed to have you, and this was just the beginning of it all.
Towering over you, Thanos snapped his neck back to look over your face. His breath was ragged and his clothed boner raged with need. Keeping a firm grip on his cock to ease the pain, his free hand moves a piece of your hair behind your ear in a rather gentle way. Now, yes now he could see your face clearly.
Your beautiful fucking face.
His slender fingers graze over your lips, and they’re just as soft as he’d imagined. His body buzzes with excitement as he shuffles over his feet. Pumping himself faster now as he angles his hips closer to your face. This was the moment he needed, this was the moment he had been waiting for. Holding his breath like his life depended on it and his body shrill with adrenaline, he angles himself over your lips.
The tip of his cock underneath the fabric barely touches your mouth, but with his ministrations of jerking himself off, every few thrusts his cock head bumps into your lips.
”Oh, fuck,” Thanos allows himself to whisper, letting out a breath he’d been holding.
Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? Maybe tomorrow night he’ll just sleep with you.
The pool of pre-cum was apparent, drenching the fabric now… and he needed more.
Gently, carefully, Thanos leaned over your bed, connecting his clothed cock over your face and began to hump. Your lips were perfect, perfectly caressing the thick vein that runs along his shaft and he began to hump in line with that.
It’s an indescribable feeling. Thanos’s head falls forward as he shuts his eyes tightly in ecstasy. His lips part, letting his ragged breaths fall while he maintains his hunched posture to grind over your face.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before-
“Mmph-“ You moan underneath him. But Thanos was quick to take his palm and press it along the back of your head to push you deeper into his cock. His hips stutter before halting. You move underneath him, but he keeps you firmly placed. Frantically looking around the room, he makes sure no one stirs from their slumber before unlatching himself.
Thanos quickly meets his face to yours, covering your mouth with a tattooed hand in an instant.
”Shh, baby..” He whispers as he watches your eyes wide in surprise moving between his. He would be lying if he didn’t feel a little guilt from surprising you, but frankly, in this moment, he could care less.
Because it was fate, right?
“Baby, baby,” he begins, taking his other hand to gently pet the crown of your head.
“Help me out, I’m hurting so bad. Can’t you see?” Moving his body upright, he presents his cock, painfully straining against his tracksuit stained with his own juices.
Your eyes take a second to look down at him and when you slowly drag your eyes back up to his face, he could cry. How beautiful your eyes looked in the dim light, how good you were when you relaxed in his grip.
Thanos’s eyes were fully dilated almost completely black as his gaze pierced through you. He ached, and there wasn’t much time. Taking your reaction as a green light, he moved in haste to free himself just enough for his cock to pop out over your lips.
“You can take me, babygirl, I know you can.” And before you could react, Thanos removes his sweaty palm over your mouth and slides his cock down your throat.
You sputter, but take him halfway. “There you go,” he mumbles.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath before he moves. The warmth of your mouth and the slickness of your tongue is too good. Out of all the sensory enhancing drugs he has taken during his life, nothing compares to the ecstasy you bring him in this moment. Pulling his cock out to the head, the cool air mixes with your saliva making his head spin, just for him to gently thrust back down your throat, egging you to take more of him.
And you do.
Hands begin to caress around your skull, tangling within your hair to keep you firm against the bed as he thrusts, using your mouth as a flashlight to his desire. Your hot breath from your nose tickles his pelvis as you try to take him as he wants.
Thanos’s balls tighten, his stance is firm against the concrete floor, a fire burns deep in his core and spreads throughout his body. With your mouth slippery and hot, he feels like he’s fucking honey. Your mouth hallows to suck him in, and he can’t help but feel pride. His girl is taking him so well.
”Oh my god, do that again.”
His head whips back in pleasure just for a moment when you obey his command, but he’d be damned if he misses more than a second of watching you take his cock through your lips. Your eyes look back up at him as your mouth begins to drool.
Thanos picks up the pace, overrun by desire now. The grip on your hair becomes tighter and before he realizes, he's using your hair to manually control your movements. He begins to bob your head over him roughly, and you spurt to adjust to his new pace. Your eyes furrow, your breathing deepens through your nose while the purple haired man abuses your face.
“Just like that,” he repeats over and over, whispering how good of a slut you are.
Thanos’s jaw protrudes forward, his eyes swim with a darkness you’ve only seen in the games. He can only imagine how painful the grip he has on your scalp is, but he can only bob your head harder and faster. His rings now warm, dig at your skull along with blunt colorful fingernails.
Thanos’s breath is uneven and sputtering with each thrust, his body moving to the call of lust. He wants to cry out, he wants to let his tears of pleasure fall, but he can’t be caught… at least not now.
His balls press firmly against your chin now, as you take his cock fully. The purple haired man strains his face, baring his teeth down at you in a silent warning to keep fucking going, or he’ll lose his shit.
“Swallow my fucking cum.”
Three times he’d pull your face over his cock before hot spurts of his cum hit the back of your throat. You cringe for just a second before swallowing around him like he asked. Thanos grins darkly in approval when he hears every gulp.
It pains him to remove your mouth for now, so he keeps himself inside until he’s soft.
“Come on, every last drop,” he commands while looking down at you. His sensitive cock twitches when you suckle his soft cock, drawing every ounce of cum left before he carefully pulls out and tucks himself back in his pants.
“Move over,” he taps your shoulder, and you do as he asks. Thanos crawls into the uncomfortable bed facing you before pulling your face to his chest. You let him pull your body close without a fight. His chest vibrates as he gives a satisfied hum.
It was all fate.
Just like avoiding death in each game, he’s avoided death once again by not getting caught. So tomorrow night, he has a new idea to show his love for you.