thanos is the type of guy to stay up until 4am aggressively arguing with random teenagers on twitter who said his rap flow was mid, typing furiously with his painted fingernails and waking you up just to ask, "babe, tell them my verse on track three went crazy, tell them right now."
thanos is the type of guy to try and cook a fancy dinner for you to prove he’s a good boyfriend, get completely overwhelmed by three different timers going off, drop a hot pan, and just sit on the kitchen floor staring at the mess until you come in and tell him it's okay.
thanos is the type of guy to buy some completely useless, ridiculously expensive collectible shoe or gadget because a hypebeast video told him to, and then try to hide the box in the closet so you won't give him that disappointed look that makes him feel like an idiot.
thanos is the type of guy to start overthinking every mistake he’s ever made the second the room goes dark, staring at the ceiling and biting the skin around his nails, convinced that it’s only a matter of time before you realize how broken his life actually is and leave him.
thanos is the type of guy to get completely defensive and hostile if you bring up his past failures, yelling to scare you off, only to break down and apologize five minutes later because he’s terrified he pushed you away.
thanos is the type of guy to follow you through the grocery store aisles like a lost puppy, holding onto the back of your shirt so he doesn't get separated, but the second you aren't looking, he’ll sneak five boxes of sugary kids' cereal and three neon energy drinks into the cart.
thanos is the type of guy to look at a text from his mom for an hour before replying, his chest tightening with so much guilt and anxiety that he physically starts shaking, feeling like he’s just a disappointment wrapped in expensive clothes.
thanos is the type of guy to walk a step ahead of you in public with a clenched jaw, looking like he’s ready to swing on anyone who gets too close, but the second you pocket your hand in his jacket, his shoulders instantly drop and his entire posture goes soft.
thanos is the type of guy to start a playful argument just to get you to shut him down, deliberately push your buttons until you finally snap, grab him by the wrist, and tell him to behave—which is exactly when his attitude evaporates and he melts right into your space.
thanos is the type of guy to steal all the blankets in the middle of the night, wrapping himself up into a giant, expensive cocoon, but the second you try to pull a corner back over yourself, he’ll instinctively wake up, whimper, and pull your entire body flush against his chest so you can't move away.
thanos is the type of guy to get so incredibly flustered when you take control that he loses his breath, his eyes going wide and glassy as he looks up at you from the bed, his usual loud mouth completely useless because he’s too busy trying to process how good it feels to just obey you.
thanos is the type of guy to act like a Velcro puppy the morning after you’ve been strict with him, wrapping his heavy arms around your waist and burying his face in your chest, whining and complaining the second you try to get out of bed because he needs to know you’re still holding onto him.
thanos is the type of guy to stay up until 4am aggressively arguing with random teenagers on twitter who said his rap flow was mid, typing furiously with his painted fingernails and waking you up just to ask, "baby, tell them my verse on track three went crazy, tell them right now."
thanos is the type of guy to get a tiny scratch on his knuckle from something stupid like opening a box, and act like he survived a street fight, showing you the mark with a totally serious face until you roll your eyes and put a band-aid on it.
thanos is the type of guy to get an absolute wave of panic when the apartment is too quiet, immediately scrolling through his phone to find a video or a song to blast just so he doesn't have to sit alone with his own thoughts for five minutes.
thanos is the type of guy to blindly trust someone who gives him a little bit of attention or a "good business deal," get completely scammed, and then suffer in silence because he’s too embarrassed to admit to you that he got played like an idiot again.
thanos is the type of guy to wake up at 11am with his bright purple hair standing completely on end like a troll doll, stumble into the kitchen wearing nothing but baggy sweatpants, and just lean his entire heavy body weight against your back while you’re making coffee, refusing to let go until he gets a morning kiss.
thanos is the type of guy to hold your hands in the middle of the night, staring into your eyes with total intensity, and map out your entire life together—naming the kids you’re gonna have, picking out the house with the big yard, promising he’s gonna buy you the biggest rock once his next check drops—and then completely block your number the very next morning because the weight of his own promises gave him a panic attack.
thanos is the type of guy to text you a paragraph out of nowhere three months after ghosting, saying some cryptic shit like "i had to face my demons, you deserve the world and i was drowning," just to show up at your apartment at 3am looking miserable and pathetic, knowing damn well you'll let him back in because he looks so broken.
thanos is the type of guy to swear on his mother’s life that he’s done with the clubs, the drugs, and the sketchy crypto groups, crying in your lap and begging you to believe he’s changing, only for you to find a wrapper in his jacket pocket or see him tagged in a club story on instagram two days later, proving he literally ain't shit.
thanos is the type of guy to get a massive wave of relationship anxiety, convince himself that you’re "too good for him" and that he’s gonna ruin your life anyway, and then intentionally pick a massive, toxic fight over absolutely nothing just to give himself an excuse to run away before things get too real.
thanos is the type of guy to swear he needs his "space" when getting into bed because he gets too hot, sprawling out across eighty percent of the mattress like a starfish. but thirty minutes after falling asleep, his brain completely switches back to velcro-puppy mode; he will blindly crawl across the bed in his sleep, heavy and completely dead to the world, until he can wrap both arms tightly around your waist, throw his leg over yours, and bury his face right into your neck, snoring softly.
thanos is the type of guy to use his own deep-seated trauma and childhood issues as a permanent get-out-of-jail-free card, crying and acting vulnerable the second you try to hold him accountable for lying, making you feel like the bad guy for being upset that he broke another promise.
thanos is the type of guy to twitch and mutter lines from his verses in his sleep when he's stressed about a track, vibrating with anxious energy until you sleepily reach over, tangle your fingers into his messy purple hair, and give it a firm, steady tug. the second he feels that physical constraint, his entire body instantly goes totally limp, letting out a long, pathetic sigh as he settles down and sleeps like a baby for the rest of the night.
thanos is the type of guy to see you finally moving on, posting a picture out with someone else or just looking happy, and immediately spiral into a manic panic—spamming your phone with calls, leaving whiny voicemails saying he bought the ring, and begging you not to give up on him right when he was "ready to commit."
thanos is the type of guy to search his own name on social media every single hour, sorting by "latest" just to read the hate comments, getting physically sick over what random strangers say about him but completely unable to stop looking.
thanos is the type of guy to hoard old hard drives full of unreleased music that he’s too terrified to drop, constantly tweaking the audio and changing his verses because he’s paralyzed by the fear that the public will laugh at him like they did when he choked in the tournament finals.
thanos is the type of guy to act like he’s too cool for mainstream success, talking shit about idol groups and pop stars in interviews, but secretly blast their high-energy pop songs in his headphones at the gym because the beat makes him feel like a winner.
thanos is the type of guy to pick a super intense action movie or a gritty crime documentary to show you how "hardcore" his taste is, but within twenty minutes, he’s not even looking at the screen. he’ll start shifting closer and closer to you on the couch, fidgeting with his rings and checking your face to see if you're paying attention to him. when you keep watching the movie, he’ll get whiny, dropping his head heavily onto your lap, sliding his hands under your shirt to grip your waist, and muttering, "this movie is mid anyway, look at me instead."*
thanos is the type of guy to take a dangerous mix of downers just to stop his chest from tightning before a meeting, get completely loopy and manic mid-conversation, and then genuinely wonder why people look at him like he’s a ticking time bomb.
thanos is the type of guy to post a super deep, black-and-white selfie with a caption about how "the fake friends reveal themselves in the dark," and then immediately delete it two minutes later because his manager texted him saying it looks completely embarrassing.
thanos is the type of guy to do it casually when you’re standing at the stove or brushing your teeth, a heavy, solid smack as he walks by that makes a loud sound in the quiet apartment.
thanos is the type of guy to create a fake female fan account on tumblr just to write long paragraphs defending his music and his style, using words like "he's so misunderstood and genius" just to boost his own crushed ego when a track flops.
thanos is the type of guy to get a small bruise on his forearm from hitting it against a door frame, and walk around with a fake limp or a heavy arm wrap for a week just to get people to ask him what happened so he can look like he survived something crazy.
thanos is the type of guy to act super distant and passive-aggressive after someone flirts with you, giving you short, one-word answers and refusing to look you in the eye. when you finally pull him by his hoodie sleeve and demand to know what's wrong, he’ll try to play it cool by saying, "nothing, i don't care," before his voice cracks completely and he whimpers, "he won best new artist of the year at the Seoul Music Awards, you probably think i'm an idiot compared to him."
thanos is the type of guy to constantly talk shit about cats, loudly bragging to anyone who will listen that dogs are the only real, manly pets and that cats are just sneaky, useless little demons. but then he goes over to nam-gyu's apartment, sits on the couch to complain about his life, and nam-gyu's cat casually strolls over, climbs right onto his lap, and circles around before plop-ing down to take a nap.
thanos is the type of guy to instantly freeze like a statue when the cat touches him, his eyes going wide with panic as he waves his painted fingernails in the air, whispering aggressively in a mix of english and korean, "yo, nam-su, get this shit off of me right now, bro, it’s getting hair on my pants, i swear to god get it off."
thanos is the type of guy to pretend to be totally annoyed for the next hour, sitting completely stiff so he doesn't disturb the cat, but slowly, unconsciously letting his hand drop until he’s gently petting behind its ears totally mesmerized by the vibrating purr against his thighs.
thanos is the type of guy to come bursting through your apartment door later that night, his hair totally messy, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to his laptop to show you fifty different adoption pages for local shelters, whining in that high, desperate voice, "baby, look at this orange one, we need to go get him tomorrow, he looks so sad, please say yes, i’m literally gonna die if we don't get a cat right now."
thanos is the type of guy to spot a group of middle schoolers hanging out near a convenience store, walk up to them with his sunglasses on like he’s a massive celebrity, and casually drop the most unhinged, explicit english and korean curse words into a conversation just to hear them gasp, smirking and whispering, "don't tell your moms i taught you that, it's a secret track verse.
Heyy queen, could you write Thanos smut where it’s just him being a desperate submissive idiot <3
subby subongie
α/n: brooo this is the best thing i've ever delivered wtfff. i love love love love sub!thanos oh lawd i can't i'm gonna collapse dhuihpoidoguhucefhcdecdkcdd i need this i need that please. thank you wasppiss for giving me such α good time grrrrr
content: sub!thanos x dom!freader, sexual content, sexual language, cum, cuming multiple times, ruined orgasm, creampie, cowgirl position, handjob, pathetic!thanos, desperate!thanos, sloppy makeouts, cuddling, arguing, slapping, tw: mg coin mentioned
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nobody would ever believe that the crazy purple-haired rapper who was always in the news was actually the most pathetic guy behind closed doors. you could barely believe it yourself when you two started dating. you had seen those leaked videos from club pentagon of him beating up that annoying YouTuber, and he looked dangerous. he was so much bigger and stronger than you; he could easily throw his weight around. but instead, thanos was completely desperate to get on his knees for you.
it started the moment you met. he was so needy for your attention that you thought he was just another ego-filled guy trying to love-bomb his way into your bed. but he was handsome, he had this weird charm, and you gave him a chance. that was when things got strange.
you started noticing how he listened to you like a trained puppy.
you were confused because you had judged a book by its cover, the way he wrapped his arms around your shoulders at club pentagon, showing you off like a prize made him seem very much in control…
one afternoon, you were sitting in your chair trying to read a post on your phone. subong was vibrating around the living room, pacing back and forth and ranting loudly about some stupid drama. he was totally wound up, waving his hands around.
without looking up from your screen, you reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down right in front of you. "su-bong. sit. shut up," you said, your voice quiet but firm.
you expected him to complain, roll his eyes, or make some loud joke. instead, he froze. his mouth snapped shut mid-word and his eyes went wide. he stayed right where you put him, dropping heavily onto his knees. he didn't even try to stand up. instead, he slowly rested his chin right on your knee, staring up at you with a dazed, completely blank look. he was totally silent, just waiting to see if you would tell him to do anything else.
then there was the time you decided to tease him a little. you were having a silly, playful argument, and you snatched his vape right out of his hand, holding it up high where he couldn't reach it. normally, a guy would laugh and wrestle you for it. but subong had a long, exhausting day. his defenses were totally down.
instead of fighting back, his shoulders slumped. he leaned forward and collapsed his weight against you, burying his face right into the crook of your neck. his hands clutched at your clothes like a lifeline.
"please," he mumbled against your skin, his voice incredibly soft and pathetic.
he froze the second the word left his mouth, realizing how desperate he sounded over something so small. his painted fingernails dug into your shirt. at first, you just thought he was really cranky without his nicotine, but it was much deeper than that.
in public, he was a totally different person. he would walk with his chest puffed out, looking tough and manly. if someone he didn't like walked by, his jaw would clench, his eyebrows would furrow, and his eyes would get that sharp, scary look. nobody looking at him then would ever guess what he was like with you.
it made you want to test his limits.
one night while he was sitting on the floor by your legs, you reached down and tangled your fingers deep into his messy purple hair. you didn't tug hard, but you gripped it tight enough to tilt his head back, forcing him to look up at you and bare his neck.
su-bong let out a sharp, shaky gasp. his hands flew to your knees, his colorful nails digging into your jeans because his legs had suddenly gone completely weak. his chest heaved, his mouth slightly open as he stared up at you, completely ruined by the simple touch.
he tried to play it cool, stammering out a weak, "y-you think you can just handle me like this?"
you leaned down close to his face, your breath brushing his ear. "you're trembling, subongie. who's handling who?"
that completely broke him. he let out a tiny, whimpering noise and let his head drop heavily against your lap, giving up all control.
"fine. okay," he mumbled into your thighs, his voice muffled and desperate. "just... don't let go."
you had to admit to yourself that you loved it. you loved the way his eyes got so big and soft when he looked at you from the floor. you loved how, when you cuddled, he would wrap his arms tightly around your waist and press his ear to your chest, whining like a sad puppy the second you tried to move.
you didn't fully understand why he was like this until you started paying closer attention to the random stories he told you about his life. slowly, the pieces clicked. subong was running on a deep, desperate need for approval. he wanted someone to tell him he was doing a good job, to make them proud. when you took charge, it quieted the chaotic noise in his head. he wanted to be told exactly what to do because he was terrified of making his own choices.
you saw the absolute peak of this desperation the night of the rap battleground finals.
he had made it all the way to the end, the spotlight hot on his face. but the pressure was too much. he choked on stage, forgot his lyrics, and lost the first-place trophy.
when he stumbled backstage, he looked like he was about to fall apart. his cool-guy mask was completely gone. the moment he saw you waiting in his dressing room, his eyes welled up with tears.
you didn't say a word. you just stepped forward, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug. subong practically fell into you, his head burying into your shoulder as he let out a shaky sob. his hands gripped the back of your jacket so hard his knuckles turned white.
"i'm sorry," he choked out, his voice cracking. "i ruined it. i messed up."
"shh," you whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's okay. i've got you."
you took him back to his apartment, and the second the door clicked shut, his desperate side came out in full force. he didn't want to be left alone for even a second. he followed you to the bed, immediately dropping to his knees on the mattress and crawling over to you.
"please don't be disappointed," he begged, his messy purple hair falling into his eyes as he looked up at you.
he was so terrified of his own failure, so exhausted from choking under pressure, that surrendering to you was the only thing that made him feel safe. he didn't want to lead. he didn't trust himself.
you sat back against the headboard and patted your lap. "come here."
he scrambled forward instantly, laying his head down on your thighs and letting you stroke his hair. he was completely quiet now, his breathing finally slowing down as he clung to your waist, totally submissive, totally pathetic, and entirely yours.
would it be unethical to admit that seeing him in a state like this turned you on?
his loss at the rap battleground had changed him. the embarrassment was so immense that he had even built a giant shield with you. he did not want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state ever again, and you absolutely hated it. it was not him anymore. he was trying so hard to cover up his hurt by pretending to be someone else.
even at home, he was acting so controlling. you noticed him being bossy and demanding every single day. he would walk into the apartment, kick his shoes off, and not even say hello.
"go get me a drink, and make it quick," he would mutter, throwing his jacket onto the couch.
if you were cooking, he would lean over your shoulder and criticize how you did it. "you are doing it wrong. do it like this."
when you tried to sit next to him, he would move away or tell you what to do. "go turn the light off. get my laptop. do not touch my phone." he was trying so hard to act like the dominant, tough guy just to make himself feel powerful again, and it was driving you crazy.
one day, you finally got completely fed up. he was standing in the bed room, barking another order at you in that fake, tough voice. you had had enough. you stepped right up to him, grabbed his wrist tight, and looked him dead in the eyes. you screamed at him, your voice shaking with anger. “i'm so fucking tired of this,” you snapped, glaring at him. “one minute you're normal, and the next you decide you have to act all dominant. what, because you're hurting inside? because you're too much of a pathetic little shit to deal with your own feelings?”
he opened his mouth to argue.
“no,” you cut him off. “don't. i'm done pretending this is confidence or some personality change. it's not. it's just you lashing out because you're miserable, and i'm sick of being the person you take it out on.”
his eyes went wide. all his fake confidence vanished in a second, and he looked just like a sad, scared little puppy. you could see the shock in his face, and you decided right then that you were going to make him pay for how he had been treating you.
you pushed him back hard. he fell onto the bed, and you scrambled right on top of him, pinning him down under your weight.
"who the fuck do you think you are?" you said, staring down at his face.
he did not answer you. he just stared at you, his chest heaving. you got madder, cupping his chin aggressively with your hand to force him to look right at you. "answer."
he got irritated, his brow furrowing as his ego tried to fight back. "i do not know what the fuck you want me to be!"
so you slapped him.
the sharp crack of the slap echoed in the quiet bedroom. subong was completely flabbergasted. his cheek burned, and it hurt, but you could see it in his eyes—it hurt so good. it shocked his system and made him melt. he tried to get up, trying to push you off, but you locked your legs tight around his waist. he was so much stronger than you and could have flipped you over in a heartbeat, but he did not do it. he just stayed there, trapped under you.
"since when do you talk to me like that?" you asked, your voice dark and mad.
"okay, sorry..." he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
you smiled, the power feeling incredibly good. "tell me subongie, what would your friends think if they saw you like this, hum?" you asked, slowly running your fingers down his clothed torso, feeling his heart beating like a trapped bird.
his breath hitched at your touch.
"what would that guy think, wait, what was his name? mg coin."
his eyes widened so big at that statement. the thought of his enemy knowing he was lying helpless under his girl was terrifying to him.
"would you want him to see how much of a good boy you are?"
he shook his head fast, his face red. and right then, you started feeling his erection growing rapidly underneath your thighs, pressing hard against his clothes.
"then do as i say, ok? wouldn't want your fangirls to know you get dominated."
you ran your hand down over his clothed erection, and his dick gave a violent twitch under your palm. you got off him and sat next to him on the mattress while he was still lying down, his eyes completely glued to you, totally frozen.
you reached for his sweatpants and untied the strings before pulling them down. it revealed his dark gray underwear, and you could see a barely visible wet spot right in the front, meaning his arousal had already started leaking through. slowly, deliberately, you hooked your fingers into the elastic of his waistband and slid it down, freeing his hot, already-slick length into the open air.
subong let out a soft, involuntary whimper as the cool air of the room hit his sensitive skin, his hips giving a tiny, instinctive twitch upward.
you leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your voice a low, teasing purr. "let me hear more of that, pretty boy."
he swallowed hard, his dark eyes wide and fixed on yours, his throat bobbing as he tried to blink back the haze of heat taking over his mind.
"everyone gets to hear your voice thanks to your music," you murmured, wrapping your warm fingers firmly around his throbbing length, "but i prefer your moans."
the moment your palm closed around him, his head fell back against the pillows. a fractured, high-pitched gasp tore from his throat—a sound he would never, ever let his fans hear, reserved entirely for you. he was incredibly sensitive, his body vibrating with tension as you began to slide your hand up and down.
you knew exactly how to touch him. you kept the friction tight and the pace relentless, watching the tough-guy facade completely melt away. subong’s fingers tangled desperately in the bedsheets, his abdominal muscles locking up, turning hard as stone beneath his shirt as you drove him higher and higher.
"p-please," he choked out, his voice cracking. he was holding his breath, his hips lifting off the mattress in a silent, desperate plea for you to keep going.
you could feel the rapid, frantic pulsing at the base of his length. he was right on the precipice, entirely locked into the inevitability of the release. he was going to cum, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it.
"fuck—" he groaned, a sound that sent a heartbeat right to your pussy.
you smiled, met his blown-out eyes, and pulled your hand completely away.
subong’s eyes went wide in pure shock. "no, wait—"
but it was too late. his body had already crossed the line.
deprived of your warmth and the vital friction, his climax stalled out instantly, turning into a hollow, frustrating ghost of a release. his lower stomach and hips twitched and his cock jumped in helpless, automatic spasms, trying to chase a sensation that was no longer there. instead of a powerful, satisfying rush, he was forced to lie there, trembling and completely undone, watching as his length began to spill and leak without any control. his cum just flowed out of him heavily, dripping like a slow, warm waterfall that he could not stop. it spilled over the tip, thick and white, running down his shaking skin and soaking into his clothes while his body kept twitching from the empty contractions.
"ah... no, please... why..." he moaned, a high, broken sound of pure frustration escaping his lips as he squirmed.
the heavy, white-hot drops fell onto the hem of his shirt, the dark fabric slowly soaking up the wetness of a release he could not even feel. every time his body gave another weak, involuntary twitch, more of his ruined cum spilled onto himself.
"look at you," you whispered softly, tracing a finger down his tense, shivering jaw. "so pretty when you're ruined."
subong could only stare down at his stained shirt, his chest heaving as a hot, embarrassed flush crept up his neck, utterly defeated and entirely yours.
subong stared down at the damp, dark patch spreading across his shirt, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven pants. the physical reality of what had just happened was sinking in, and his ego was desperately trying to claw its way back to the surface.
he glared up at you, his jaw clenching as he tried to summon his usual backstage attitude.
"you're a bitch," he muttered, his deep voice carrying a rough, defensive edge. he made a move to sit up, his muscles tensing as if he were going to pull his clothes back up and walk away. "that wasn't funny. let me up."
but his body betrayed him. the moment he tried to shift, his lower abdomen twitched, and a sharp, oversensitive jolt shot straight through him, making him hiss and instantly freeze.
you didn't even have to use force. you simply rested two fingers against his collarbone, pressing him lightly back into the pillows. he went down instantly, his strength entirely sapped by the ruined release.
"going somewhere, subong?" you asked softly, leaning over him so your shadow completely draped his face.
his eyes darted to yours, his defensive glare instantly faltering.
"look at you," you murmured, your gaze drifting down his body.
he was a complete, sticky mess. deprived of the friction to keep him hard, his length had softened incredibly fast, shrinking down into a sensitive, weeping semi-erection. it lay heavy and useless against his thigh, completely drenched in his own fluid, still slowly leaking wet drops onto his skin and the hem of his ruined shirt. he was literally glued to himself, completely unable to hide the evidence of his defeat.
"you can't even stand up right now," you whispered, running a teasing hand down his side, making him shiver violently. "your body is trembling, you’re dripping all over yourself, and you’re trying to raise your voice at me?"
subong’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. he let out a quiet, defeated whimper, his gaze snapping away from yours to look at the ceiling, utterly mortified. he clamped his thighs together instinctively to hide the sticky mess, but the friction against his hypersensitive skin made him gasp and arch his back.
"don't move," you commanded, your voice quiet but leaving absolutely no room for argument. "you stay right there and look at what you did to your shirt. you don't get to act tough when you're this pathetic for me."
the fight completely left him. subong let out a shaky, trembling sigh, his shoulders slumping deep into the mattress. pinned by your fingers and completely ruined, the proud, untouchable rapper was completely gone—leaving only your breathless, sticky, and utterly obedient boy.
as you collapsed beside him, catching your breath, you looked over at subong. he was still staring at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed crimson, looking completely small and overwhelmed under the weight of his sticky, ruined state.
slowly, your dominant smirk softened into something warm and incredibly gentle.
"oh, baby," you cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from his forehead. "did i tease you too much? i'm sorry."
subong’s breath hitched. he glanced at you, his dark eyes wide and vulnerable, trying to figure out if you were still playing with him. but when you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his warm cheek, his shoulders finally slumped, the last of his defensive tension evaporating.
"stay right here," you whispered.
you slipped out of bed for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. subong watched you, his heart hammering against his ribs, but this time it wasn't out of panic.
slowly, you peeled the damp, ruined shirt off his chest, tossing it aside. you began to wipe him down, your touch incredibly tender. as the warm, wet fabric gently cleaned the sticky, drying fluid from his stomach and down his inner thighs, subong let out a shaky, trembling sigh. every brush of the cloth against his hypersensitive skin made him give a tiny, involuntary twitch, but you held him gently, whispering sweet, quiet praises.
"you did so well for me," you murmured, carefully cleaning his sensitive, semi-soft length until he was completely fresh and warm. "such a good boy."
by the time you finished, he was looking up at you with pure, liquid adoration. you crawled back under the covers and pulled him into your arms. subong immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if he were trying to crawl right inside your skin.
after the warm cloth had cleaned away the sticky mess, the air in the room felt quiet and safe. you tossed the cloth aside, slid under the heavy duvet, and immediately pulled subong against you.
he didn't hesitate. the tough-guy persona was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, quiet need for comfort. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you so close there was barely any air between you. he let out a long, shaky sigh, his entire body finally relaxing against yours.
"i'm sorry, baby," you whispered, your fingers gently threading through his dark, damp hair, massaging his scalp. "i was teasing you so hard. you did so well for me."
subong squeezed his eyes shut, his voice coming out small, muffled against your skin. "that was the worst shit ever, don’t do it again. please.."
"i know," you murmured, kissing his temple, then the corner of his eye, dragging your lips softly down his cheekbone. "but you look so beautiful when you're completely undone. i love knowing i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. the only one who owns you."
a soft, shivering breath hitched in his chest. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes vulnerable and liquid. "you do," he whispered, his thumb lightly tracing your hip. "i’m only like this for you. always, senorita."
you smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his.
the kiss started slow. it wasn't frantic or demanding; it was lazy, warm, and deep. your tongues slid together in a heavy, familiar rhythm, tasting sweet and quiet. you held his jaw in your hand, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone, whispering quiet praises between kisses, telling him how much you loved his voice, his touch, his patience.
for a long time, nothing happened physically. subong’s body was drained. his length lay semi-soft and quiet against your thigh, still hypersensitive and slightly aching from the aborted release.
but as the minutes stretched on, the safety of the cuddles and the slow, deep making out began to work on his nervous system.
it started as a dull, heavy warmth deep in his pelvis. the sluggish blood flow began to return, coaxed by the constant friction of your thighs tangled together and the heat of your skin. slowly—almost imperceptibly at first—he began to thicken.
he didn't just snap back to attention. it was a lazy, heavy expansion. he grew semi-hard, pressing a thick, blunt ache against your leg. he let out a soft groan into your mouth, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch as his body remembered the sensation of being close to you.
"see?" you whispered against his lips, feeling the heavy growth. "your body always knows."
"it's because of you," he mumbled, his kisses growing hungrier, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling your hips flush against his.
it took another ten minutes of slow, teasing grinding, deep kisses, and soft whispers before he was fully, throbbing hard again. but this time, it was a different kind of erection—thick, stubborn, and heavy with a desperate, lingering ache that had been building since his ruin.
he started undressing you, beginning by your silky tank top that instantly revealed your chest since you werent wearing a bra. you took off your silky matching shorts and tossed them on the floor, then took your panties off that were connected to your pussy for a few seconds by your wetness.
you shifted, splitting your knees and straddling his lap. subong’s hands instantly locked onto your hips, his knuckles white as he looked up at you, his dark eyes wide and pleading.
"please," he rasped, his voice rougher now, the heat returning to his face. "please don't play this time. just let me have you."
you smiled down at him, slow and cruel-sweet. "i'll let you have me. but you don't move."
you aligned him and slowly, agonizingly sank down. subong let out a loud, broken cry, his head slamming back into the pillows as you swallowed him whole. after the sensitivity of the ruin, the tight, wet warmth of you felt almost overwhelming. he wanted to thrust, his hips jerking up instinctively, but you pressed a hand flat against his chest, holding him down.
"ah-ah," you warned, starting a slow, rolling grind. "just lie there. let me take care of it."
subong whimpered, his eyes rolling shut as you rode him. he was burning up, forced to lie completely still under your weight while you controlled the pace. he watched you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving, a dark, heavy jealousy twisting in his gut. he could feel how close you were, watching your eyes flutter, hearing the high, sweet gasps leaving your throat as you built up speed.
he wanted to tear your hands off his chest, flip you over, and take control—he was aching to chase his own release—but he was bound by your command, forced to just be the foundation for your pleasure.
"subong... oh my god," you gasped, your muscles clamping incredibly tight around him as you hit your peak. your back arched, a loud, breathless cry escaping your lips as you came, the rhythmic contractions of your release squeezing him hard.
feeling you come on him, your walls hugging his sensitive length seeing the utter surrender on your face, nearly drove him out of his mind with jealousy and desire.
"please, baby, i'm gonna fucking die," he choked out, his voice cracking. "let me go. let me come inside you."
you looked down at his beautiful, tortured face, completely satisfied and filled with a lazy, post-climax warmth. you smiled softly, leaning down to press your lips to his.
"go ahead, pretty boy," you whispered against his mouth. "fill me up."
the mental barrier snapped. subong gripped your hips with sudden, fierce strength, driving himself up into you with heavy, frantic, desperate thrusts. the friction was blinding. within seconds, his body locked up completely, his abdominal muscles turning to iron.
he let out a loud, echoing cry—a raw, unedited sound of pure surrender—as he finally, finally got his release, coming in deep, powerful, throbbing waves inside you. it wasnt much because he had already came earlier, but it felt like absolute heaven.
when the last tremor passed, his hands slipped limply from your hips, falling heavily onto the mattress.
you slowly slid off and he noticed a white bead of cum about to slide out of you. he ran his middle finger on your lips to get them wet, before inserting his cum right back into your opening with his finger, checking to make sure none of his release slipped out.
subong didn't even have the energy to pull you close. the sheer physical toll of the roller coaster—going from a tense, unfulfilled ruin to a slow, heavy re-arousal, and finally a massive, mind-melting release—had completely drained his battery.
he let out one final, weak, contented sigh, his eyes shutting almost instantly. within seconds, his breathing went deep and even, his heavy arm draped limply over your waist as he fell into a deep, dead sleep, completely conquered and utterly at peace.
you sat down looking at him and studying his features. he looked so calm and innocent whenever he fell asleep, with none of that chaotic and loud persona anymore. he was just a vulnerable man sleeping quietly. you chuckled at how funny the world is, and how nobody will ever know this sweet version of him but you.
TRIGGER WARNING/CONTAINS: 18+ content!,smut!, NSFW, female reader, arguing, angst, a bit toxic, implied self-doubt and dislike
I wrote this all in one day lmao, I dunno I was just bored and stuff…also I wrote this with like 1 hour or less of sleep so if it’s garbage that’s ok (●’◡’●)
You and Thanos were in the middle of a fight, you felt as though he didn’t care for you. You expected him to be this way-after all he was a playboy and you felt embarrassed you ever considered he would be different with you. You thought he thought you were special, the way he sneaked glances, the way he blushed when you were around, joked and flirted with you…you really thought he valued you more but then you saw him flirting with other girls and everything you believed shattered and so did your heart. As days passed, he distanced himself from you and completely dumped you, not like you had anything much to begin with, but you’ve known him for months now and it felt like you had something real. But there he was, acting like you hadn’t existed in the first place. You remember all you’ve shared with each other and the days you hung out that felt like dates. No you couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t want him to just..forget you..you wanted to make it clear that you were worth it.
You went to the pentagon club and confronted him in front of his friends which may have been a mistake because he was too proud to say anything that meant shit. He just laughed at you and told you that “It’s life señorita, sure, you were special for a day or two but I was getting bored! You thought I liked you? Pfft-“
Those words rung out in your head ever since and your entire life lost the meaning it had when you made him laugh, when you made him smile and when he would kiss you.
After thinking about it for weeks you decided to finally let go, to forget about him, but the only way you’d be okay with that is if you’d sort things out with him properly and you selfishly decided that a good way to end things off was if you made him pretend to like you for one last time. For one last good memory.
You went into his apartment, you both started arguing. You almost forgot about your idea of making him pretend to like you one last time.
Thanos looked at you with frustration, “What do you want ME to do, huh?”
You clenched your teeth, equally pissed and shouted something he didn’t expect you to say, it…just slipped out; “Look at me for once and tell me you like me. That you want me! I know you don’t feel the same for me but I want you…I need you! I know I’m crazy, I know it’s hopeless but just once, act like you care, just pretend, just pretend that you want me! Cause I can’t take it anymore! I just want to know how it feels to feel beautiful!” Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. “Just this once..and I’ll leave you alone…”
Thanos was speechless. You wanted him to pretend to want you? You wanted…to feel beautiful? “I don’t want you to leave me alone.” His voice was softer, heart broken you believed he wasn’t interested in you but he didn’t know how to show it, he knew he was a jerk recently, going out of his way to avoid you and even being awful to you in front of his friends.
“You’re not bad at this acting thing.” You said, thinking he was playing along like you asked him to and before he could tell you that he wasn’t, you closed the distance. Your lips on his.
“Mmphf—!” He moaned involuntarily against your lips and kissed you back, since he felt you wanted this, in fact needed it in some way to prove to yourself that you can be loved.
He pinned you to the wall gently, his hands on your waist.
You cupped his cheeks and kissed him eagerly, he felt it, the natural dominance and it turned him the fuck on.
He moved his hands under your shirt, feeling your waist beneath his hands. “You feel good.” He murmured with a strained voice. He felt a bit embarrassed that he was getting turned on like this.
Involuntarily he pressed up into you as he kissed you back sloppily. He wanted to be close to you. And that’s when you felt it, the clear hardness against your thigh, a heat that confused you, you thought he was playing along but he was already this excited and you barely started.
He knew you felt it, he was mortified but made no move to move away and instead pressed closer as if the direct contact with you would make it easier to deal with his situation. Of course pressing closer just made him more desperate. “Ah—fuck” he groaned.
“Are you—?!” You pulled away from his lips which made him grunt in frustration.
“Fuck—yeah, a little.” He admitted, embarrassed, leaning in to kiss you again but you stopped him which made him shift around uncomfortably, he didn’t know what to do with himself, he was hard and vibrating with want.
“But—I thought you weren’t attracted to me..” you say.
“You crazy if you thought that.” He said and leaned in again but you stopped him once again.
“Fuck—woman, I wanna kiss you.” He groaned, dropping his head on your shoulder and panting involuntarily into your ear.
“Y-you do? For real?” You blushed, omg he was so horny…you never saw him like this…
“Yes!” He replied with a desperation that made your face burn.
He started sucking on your neck, impatiently, his cock pressed into you with a hardness and readiness that made you feel like this wasn’t just kissing for him.
“Dude-“ you can’t help but look at him with confusion and shock as his sloppy neck kissing tickles you…he’s getting harder from kissing your neck…did he really enjoy this THIS much?!
“Don’t call me dude, I’m your..” he pauses and looks at you shyly. “I’m your…good boy?” He looks embarrassed to say it but is too horny to not.
“What!?” You look at him with shock.
“Yeah…good boy…can I please be your good boy?” He dropped to his knees in front of you with zero hesitation.
You’re speechless.
“W-what?!”
“Please? Please can I?” He’s whimpering, his erection tenting his pants obscenely, on his knees, looking up at you.
“My good boy!?” You exclaim in shock.
He groans when he hears the words from you although he knows you’re not calling him that just exclaiming the fact he wanted you to.
“Sorry, señorita…I just… I know I’m being embarrassing but…I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s good boy before but…ah—fuck…the way you kissed me made me wanna be your anything. I just wanna be yours.” He looked mortified but didn’t want to stop.
“What!? Mine? MINE?! Excuse me with the way you acted a few weeks ago? With the way you just forgot about me?” You didn’t believe what he was saying.
“AH-Fucking hell—“ he shifted around on his knees, his pants felt too tight. He shakily rubbed your legs, gripping onto you, just to ground himself. “I know I was a jerk but- I just- I know I was awful…but just- the closer I got to you, the more I knew I’d never want anyone else and that scared me.” He admitted, his voice was strained, weak, as if he was both too horny to talk but also as if it was really hard for him to actually tell you this.
“I have an image to maintain. I need to be legend Thanos…but with you I just wanna be Su-bong.” He bit his lip, it was hard to tell if he was doing that to hold back a moan or if he was just nervous.
“I mean…come on…is the legend Thanos a good boy for his pretty girl? No…he’s a bad boy for everyone and no one.” He said, looking up at you as he shifted around uncomfortably once again with a grunt.
You were speechless, was he just acting like you asked him. “Are you acting?” You asked him carefully.
“Does it look like I am?” He gestures awkwardly to his crotch. “I’d never undermine myself like this, even when acting.” He admitted.
You crouched down to his level. “So it’s true…you wanna be…mine?” You asked, the relief you felt was overwhelming.
“Yes, señorita. Yours. All yours. Just own me.” He panted, crawling towards you, as he reached you, which he did quickly cause the distance was small he went in for a kiss.
You stopped him once again and he groaned in frustration. “Haaaahh- you can’t be serious…”
“Sorry- I Just…oh- um-“ he dropped his head on your lap. You ran your hand through his hair. It felt a bit awkward for you since you weren’t used to him being like this.
“I just wanted to um- ask…if you want me and I want you..can we be…a thing?” You asked awkwardly.
“We can try…I just…can’t have it affect my image.” He murmured against your thigh.
“Okay..” you smiled a bit.
“Can you kiss me already, woman? I’m so blue balled I feel like I’m gonna die.” He huffed.
You chuckled and nodded. He sat up and leaned in eagerly, sloppily kissing you as he groaned into your mouth.
You kissed him back, not as sloppy as he was, much more controlled. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and you felt him tense.
“Ahhhh-! Mmmpf—” His moan was a bit higher now.
You explored his mouth with your tongue, you could tell he was desperate, the kiss kept getting interrupted by his moans.
“Shit- sorry.” He grunted After realising how desperate he was being. It embarrassed him.
“I just….missed you.” He murmured against your lips.
“Me too.” You murmured back.
After kissing for a good while he broke the kiss to pant shakily. “Don’t hate me…but can I jerk off?” He asked, embarrassed as hell.
“No, I’ll do it.” You smirk and he looks absolutely down bad for the idea.
“Yes please, baby..” he smiled shyly, the idea turning him on so much.
“Stand up.” You smirk.
“On your knees for me, señorita? Damn..” he didn’t say it in a cocky manner that he usually did, instead it sounded like he was living the dream.
You chuckled and nodded.
He stood up shakily, leaning on the wall to stand up without his knees buckling. He felt weak. One hand was over his crotch so that he’d have better control standing up (and maybe so the damn thing won’t bounce around awkwardly as he made his way up).
You moved directly below him and you felt him exhale shakily. Oh gosh…he was nervous.
You placed your hand on his abs, feeling them twitch. You patted his stomach. “You’ve been working out?”
He nodded, he’d usually brag about it but, right now he just felt proud you noticed. “Yeah…kinda.”
“Such a pretty boy.” You smirk, moving your hand lower.
“Fucking hell woman…” he groaned. Writhing beneath your hand. “Ahhh—fuck-fuck.” He was down bad, absolutely screwed for you. He wanted you more than he wanted anything in his life. And your hand slowly moving down his stomach to his waistband had him gripping the wall behind him and whimpering like an idiot.
You gently removed his hand that was still covering his crotch and unzipped his pants. He exhaled, feeling slight relief. He had been suffering in his pants that have gotten tighter and tighter, stretching over his crotch obscenely but now he was free.
He glanced down and groaned in embarrassment at the fact the bulge in his boxers was so obvious. And a damp patch on the front that couldn’t be more awkward to address.
“Damn, you’re so desperate for it.” You murmured, lowering his boxers too now.
“Mmhmm.” He said, his voice strained.
“Be a good boy and hold still.” You said and he bit his lip. No way you just called him what he so desperately wanted to be.
“Yes. I’ll be good. I’m your AHHH- FUCKKK—! YES…oh yes—!” He was interrupted by your lips wrapping around him, and he was going insane already, trying his best not to buck up into you.
You sucked on his dick, being careful to not graze him with your teeth. His hand came up to hold onto your head, his hand in your hair.
“Haaaahhh—you’re amazing…oh fuck- holy shit—” he continued.
You could tell he was getting close. So you decided to push him to the edge by deep-throating him.
His eyes almost rolled back and he gripped both your hair, still trying to be gentle, and also gripped the wall behind him trying to keep upright.
“I-I’m close—fuck-FUCK—AH YES! Yes! Ahhhh..” he finished into your mouth.
He was drenched in sweat, panting hard as he struggled not to collapse. “You’re—you’re amazing, Y/N…I can’t—“ he panted.
His eyes widened as he glanced down to see you licking off the remains of his cum off his cock. “W-woah—you didn’t…have…to..” he looked away. He knew he was gonna have dreams about that now.
“I wanted to, my good boy.” You smirked, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Then tucking him into his pants.
“G-good boy?” He whispered, terrified to let himself hear it. He didn’t wanna get turned on after coming so hard.
You just nodded and helped him sit down on the floor.
“So are we…official?” You murmured, looking at him as his chest heaved.
“I don’t think I got a better option.” He teased despite being absolutely wrecked. You nudged him and tried making an offended face but failed cause you couldn’t hold in your laugh.
“Ok, now leave. I’m done my acting now.” He said.
“What!? Acting?” You looked devastated.
He looked immediately worried that you believed him. “Hey no! No, no, no, no NO! I’m just kidding señorita. How could you believe that?” He looked a bit panicked as his hand wrapped around your wrist.
“Oh thank goodness…haha…geez..I dunno why I thought you were for real with that. It’s hard to act out moaning so raw.” You joked.
His face turned red. “Hey! I-…don’t ever mention that again.”
“‘*oh yes! Oh yes!*’” you mocked him.
His face turned even redder, his ears too. “D-don’t make fun of me!”
“Sorry.” You chuckled giving his cheek a kiss. He melted into it immediately.
You were glad that you didn’t have to leave. That the truth shattered the lies. Maybe if you hadn’t have come over he’d still be pretending he didn’t want you and you’d still be hung up on him. Coming to his apartment and confronting him was the best decision you made.
i saw this right before bed last night and i freaked out. do you know what it means to have new thanos content in the big 26??!!! idk where this clip is from but bless whoever made this edit
he’s such α cutie i’m gonna combust 😭😭😭😭😭 hashtag need that
Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 6: ‘Hell yeah! Free will’
Part 1
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
The guards begin to lead the surviving players back into the main room.
You and Namgyu walked together, it felt awkward for you. You felt like this guy didn’t like you but he followed you regardless until he saw Thanos and made his way to him. You followed them awkwardly, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. Were you guys still gonna stick together?
“Hey, baby, you made it.” Thanos says with an approving nod. “And you too, Nam-su.”
“Namgyu.” Namgyu corrects him.
“I hope you weren’t too mad with me talking to another girl, señorita.” Thanos said with a wink.
You shook your head, trying to be polite, you didn’t own him, he could do what he liked. “No, no, it’s fine. Do what you want. Free will.” You said with a slight bit of anxiousness. You weren’t used to talking to people like this, especially people around your age.
“Hell yeah! Free will!” Thanos repeated in some sort of daze. You cringed a bit, he really cringed you out with his stupid lines but he was cute anyway. Those drugs were making him act so silly. You couldn’t help but chuckle. When you did he glanced at you with a look that screamed he was proud of himself for making you laugh.
“But dontcha worry, señorita. I think you’re the best.” Thanos said which got an eye roll from Namgyu.
“The best?” You chuckled. He couldn’t mean that.
“Yeah, señorita! You’re so cute.” Thanos chuckled.
Your cheeks warmed but you made no comment. Cute? You’ll be thinking about that all day.
After a while as the guards appeared the players began to make a commotion about the fact that people were killed. Some began begging, others were crying, most people seemed so scared, demanding to leave and demanding answers from the guards.
“Such wimps.” Namgyu chuckled. Thanos nodded, a little frustrated that people were making such a big deal.
You just stood there watching everyone cry and beg. You couldn’t help but wonder why you didn’t feel like crying and why you didn’t feel moved by this. You never witnessed death and usually seeing a dead animal made you sad all day but seeing people get shot after losing a game did nothing for you. ‘Am I this heartless?’ You wondered, your hand tightened on your arm. Nails digging into your skin.
After the guards explained that they could leave by the condition that most people would vote to leave they lowered the piggy bank. It began filling with money and they explained that once again, that each player that gets eliminated causes the money to increase. Everyone stared up in awe and suddenly some people’s opinions were altered, suddenly some people wanted to stay a little longer so when the voting began, it was surprising that many people were picking to stay.
“Choose to stay, señorita.” Thanos nudged you then waited as the other players began to choose whether to leave or stay.
You obviously chose to stay, these games seemed easy, child-like and you needed the money. You pressed the blue button and the players that chose to stay cheered.
After more and more players began to choose to stay the player 456 began yet another commotion. Saying “I played these games before.” It caused people to take his side and others to rebel more aggressively, a clear divide became apparent between those who wanted to stay and those who wanted to leave.
After the voting was over the people who wanted to stay won. The people who wanted to leave were left grieving and upset.
You avoided the drama, the charged looks pointed between the two groups, the fact that Thanos and Namgyu were cursing out Myung-gi.
You walked over to sit on your bunk, resting your elbows on your knees. You felt sick. Not because you chose to stay but because so many people wanted to leave. These people could die next game. You wanted to feel bad but you didn’t and that made you feel awful.
After a while Thanos made his way towards you followed by Namgyu and two others. “Hey señorita, why you sitting alone?” Thanos said, sitting on the opposite bunk as the three other guys sat either on the ground or the bunk bed Thanos was sitting on.
“I’m just thinking.” You say awkwardly, letting go of your arm that you were digging your nails into.
“About what? Gee, you pity them losers?” Namgyu chuckled.
“I want to.” You say awkwardly.
“What?” Namgyu and Thanos say at the same time, mildly confused.
“What I mean is, I want to feel bad for them but for some reason I don’t.” You say.
“You want to but you don’t?” Namgyu laughed, Thanos just leaned forward, his eyebrow quirking up with interest.
“Yeah, I mean…they want to return home and they’re scared to die.” You said nervously, having all attention on you made you feel weird.
“That’s just life. Most of them probably don’t even have a fucking home, that’s why they’re here. It was their fucking choice, I’m not gonna feel bad for them.” Namgyu scoffed.
“I’m not telling you to feel bad.” It got on your nerves a bit.
“Geez you’re so emotional. First you’re sulking over not being able to be sad for some fuckers and now you’re getting mad at me.” Namgyu growled, frustrated now too.
“Forget it then.” You clenched your teeth, holding back worse things you would’ve said.
“Guys, guys, we’re a team. No fighting.” Thanos lifted his hands in the air over dramatically.
For some reason, although it was Thanos who said it and you wouldn’t have gotten mad if Namgyu hadn’t put you in this mood, you snapped a bit.
“Shut up, who invited you into this conversation huh?” You scowled at him and the way you snapped made him flinch with mild surprise. He wasn’t mad just caught off guard.
“Sorry, señorita.” He murmured, oddly quiet, wide-eyed and looking at you with puppy eyes. Thanos never said sorry, he was never this quiet but you snapping at him made him shut the fuck up.
You kinda regretted getting mad at him but said nothing more, feeling guilty and embarrassed. Namgyu just rolled his eyes.
“You gonna let her talk like that?” Namgyu nudged him with force that was definitely a bit frustrated.
“Free will, baby.” Thanos huffed, slapping his hands against his knees as he got up.
“Come, Namgyu. We’re gonna make that scammer’s life fucking hell.” Thanos said, needing a small break from this weird feeling he got when you snapped at him.
Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 5: ‘Red Light Green Light’
Part 1 Part 6
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
You enter a room, it looks strange, almost as if you are outside. There's a creepy looking doll at the front. You turn to see what Thanos is doing and your heart drops when he's talking to player 196 again.
"Hey señorita." He says, catching up to her.
She gives him a look.
"Don't you know who I am?" He continues.
"Do I have to?" She replies.
"No you don't, we can get to know each other. Tell me about yourself." He says. You wish he wanted to know you, but you decide it's nothing to concern yourself with...it didn't matter, and yet your heart felt heavy cause this has always happened. You met a cool person but they'd always get bored of you at some point.
"Are you hitting on me?" Player 196 asks him with a slight raise of an eyebrow.
He then begins to sing some stupid rap for her, although it's making you cringe you can't help but be disappointed it's not you he took interest in.
"You and me together yeah I feel the power! Found her hidden in the weeds yeah my beauty flower! Red, orange, yellow, green I'm a legend, Thanos. Sweet-ass tracksuit looking tight, hope I get the green light!"
When he ends the rap with an 'i like you' and a finger heart your jealousy spikes.
Maybe you're not that special after all, he's like this to every girl huh?...even worse, what if he pities you for not being able to make acquaintances. The thought hurts you a bit, you turn your gaze away from him and player 196.
"Welcome to the first game, please wait on the field before it begins." The voice rang out through the speakers.
You hear her comment "what's that?" While pointing at the doll. He shrugs.
Then player 456 runs in front of everyone shouting things that sounded plain stupid.
"Everyone! Listen up! This isn't just a game! If you lose you die! You'll get shot!"
"Die playing red light green light?" Someone calls out with a laugh.
"Yes! The doll has motion detectors in its eyes! You'll get shot!" 456 continued.
"What a freak." Namgyu comments and you nod along, thankful that Namgyu sparked some conversation between you two. "Is he high?" You attempt to lengthen the conversation. "Nah. Just mental." Namgyu chuckled which made you chuckle a little too.
Thanos and player 196 were talking too but you tried not to pay attention to it.
"Is he drunk?" She asks.
"He sounds like my old man, when he gets home drunk and starts talking crazy. Says there's a freaking bug in his head." Thanos chuckled which made player 196 laugh too.
"Let the game begin." The voice announced.
A 5 minute timer appeared on the screen.
"Green light."
You jogged by Namgyu's side. To be honest this was kinda fun but your heart wouldn't let you enjoy it, tormenting you about the fact that Thanos was clearly interested in player 196.
"Red light."
You freeze, and so does Namgyu. You could hear his heavy breath above you.
"Freeze!" Player 456 yells with an urgency that makes you shiver. What was up with this dude?
A few rounds pass and you're just having your silent fun.
"Red light."
A bee lands on player 196's neck.
"What is that?" She asks Thanos.
"It's a bee, it knows you're a flower." He says, proud he came up with that line so quick.
She freaks out, moving around and screaming. "A bee!?"
"Oh shit, I just moved." She laughed.
A bullet goes right through her head. The blood splashing onto Thanos' shocked face. Everyone is shocked. So player 456, that total freak...was right?
Blood pooled around player 196's head. You felt a rush of adrenaline and fear go through you. But there was a certain carelessness there too. You wanted to die before you came here, and dying here would make no difference. You stayed still regardless. Dying so soon would be so pathetic not like you felt that need to anymore though, you had purpose now, getting the money.
People around you started freaking out, with the fact that someone actually got shot people didn't want to be next. They started screaming out for help and running towards the doors, banging on the walls and begging the guards to let them leave. How embarrassing....you cringed on their behalf, were they that stupid to believe they could convince these strange people not to shoot them?
Series of gunshots were fired. All the people that moved-dead. You expected it, why would they move after someone died moving?
"Green light."
You jogged, unbothered by the dead bodies along the ground.
Player 456 was instructing players to follow his lead, giving tips that made this whole experience boring. Why was he helping them? This was a game, sure a deadly one but a game in the end. Only one person will win, only one person would survive, so helping this people was utterly pointless.
Your gaze focused on Thanos. He scrambled for his necklace. A cross. And opened it, revealing several colourful pills. He took one with shaky hands.
It mildly surprised you he was an addict but you decided not to judge him too harshly. After all, you were an alcoholic and couldn't say too much.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air as more gunshots rung out. Bodies dropping. Thanos seemed quite content after taking those drugs. Skipping around when it was green light. He was kinda cute although strange.
At some point he pushed three people in front of him just as the doll said 'red light' with a whispered 'bye.' The people got shot brutally.
It shocked you he'd do something like that. Actually pushing people? That was psycho behaviour. But he seemed so unbothered, even a smile plastered on his face as he pranced to the finish line.
You made it too along with several others. The ones who failed to make it on time got shot. Was it weird to find it satisfying as everyone who lost began collapsing like dead flies after getting shot? Maybe you were a psycho too.
