Seunghyun supremacy🎀

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What this page will contain: Mostly smut😼 《warnings will be listed at the start of each fic!》Angst/fluff isn't really my thing, but we'll see if I can get around that .

Who I'm writing: Choi seung-hyun + his roles, & Bigbang members !!

What I won't write: R4pe will NOT be a part of any of my fics. Reader will be 18 or over! (None of that underage age gap here)

Requests are open ! So feel free to hmu with any ideas you guys have in mind 👀

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pairing : Choi Seunghyun x idol!fem!reader

genre : smut - MDNI

description : Being an idol at YG has its perks for sure. The downfall however, is not being able to publicly love your partner. There’s ways to work around this of course…

warnings / contents : smut, in the studio room, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, praising, dirty, some aftercare, forbidden love trope, soft dom!seunghyun

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Being in a secret, strictly forbidden relationship with Seunghyun wasn’t easy. But it was fun.

The YG company specifically stated that the idols within were not allowed to date. So they weren’t officially dating. Just bending the rules slightly.

Sneaking over to each others apartment complex at late hours, or hiding behind long nights at the studio, and events where you plan how to make it look like you weren’t together.

It started at a collab stage rehearsal. You and Daesung were extremely close friends, and spent a lot of time with each other anyway, so when you got paired with Seunghyun he was mildly upset, due to him wanting to spend more time with you.

Fans shipped you guys after seeing the dance practise video, even through the terrible quality.

That night, sparks flew between the two of you, and you bonded over ramen. The rest was history.

Three months later, still hiding your relationship from even Daesung and the other members of BIGBANG, you were working late one night in the studio room, coffee slightly cool from the effort of trying to keep yourself up at this cruel hour without going crazy.

Seunghyun was only a few doors down, wide awake in comparison to you, headphones adorning his ears, soft music playing through the speakers.

He caught himself smiling when your favourite song came on. One you had begged him to listen to after he insisted it wasn’t his kinda music, but it turned out to become his favourite too. Not because of the same reason as you however.

You don’t hear the door open just a few minutes later.

You only notice when, in the corner of your eye, someone moves through the dim glass of the control room.

The track keeps playing, your voice echoing faintly through the monitor speakers, but all you can see is him.

He doesn’t wave. Doesn’t smile. Just closes the door gently behind him like he belongs here. Like he always ends up here.

Your heart stutters in your chest. Tugging off the headphones, you slowly step out of the booth. “You shouldn’t be here.”

His voice is low, almost amused. “Neither should you.”

He’s in a hoodie, pulled halfway up over his head. Studio badge still clipped to his sweats like it’ll somehow make him invisible on the security cams.

You fold your arms, leaning against the frame of the booth door. “I’m working, this is my studio room.”

“I know.” His eyes drag over you, the dim blue light of the soundboard flickering across his face. “I could hear you from even through my headphones baby”

He crosses the room like it’s nothing. Like this isn’t dangerous. Like the walls aren’t paper-thin with risk.

You glance at the lock on the studio door, then back at him. “You just… wandered in?”

He shrugs, stepping a little too close. “I missed you.”

Your breath catches. He’s not touching you, not yet, but he’s looking at you like he might. Like he will.

“You could get us both in so much trouble,” you whisper.

“Then maybe you should tell me to go.”

You don’t. And he knows you won’t.

Seunghyun’s hands hold your waist gently, rubbing up and down from waist to hip, in a caring grip.

“Did you miss me too baby?” His voice teased lightly, dimples on whose, and eyes slightly crinkled from his silly smile.

“I saw you yesterday” you remind him, as if he could ever forget any interaction the two of you have.

The man merely shrugs, hands gripping tighter as he pulled you closer to him, the distance between you two almost non existence.

He’s close enough now that you can smell his cologne, faint, familiar, and so stupidly him it makes your knees go soft.

You don’t move. You don’t breathe.

His hand lifts, slow and deliberate, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your cheek. His knuckles skim your jaw, his fingers ghosting against the side of your neck like he’s testing if you’ll pull away.

You don’t.

“You’re always the one who says we need to be careful,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to your lips. “So why am I the one trying to leave?”

You swallow. “Because I can’t think straight when you’re this close.”

“Good.”

He leans in. And then it’s just breath his lips hovering over yours, warm and not touching, like he’s giving you one last chance to stop this.

Like either of you ever would.

So you do it.

You tilt your chin up, catch his mouth in yours like you’ve been starving for it, because you have. It’s instant, messy, desperate. You clutch the front of his hoodie as his hands slide around your waist, pulling you in like he’s needed to all day. All week.

Maybe forever.

His mouth moves against yours with purpose. No teasing this time. No holding back. His grip tightens, and he walks you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the edge of the console table.

The studio hums around you, faint beats still playing in the background, half-finished tracks echoing from the monitors like a secret soundtrack to something you’re not supposed to be doing.

“You locked the door, right?” you whisper against his lips.

He smirks, brushing his mouth along your jaw. “Of course I did.”

“Liar.”

“…Okay. But I will now.”

He breaks away just long enough to twist the lock with a soft click, then turns back to you with that look. The one that says come here without saying a word.

And you do.

Because the studio is soundproof. Because it’s too late to pretend you’re not his.

Because secret or not, this is yours.

His mouth is on yours again before you can say another word, rougher this time, less careful. Like now that the lock’s turned, so is something in him.

His hands slide under your jacket, his palms warm and firm against your waist. You let him guide you up onto the edge of the console, knees parting to let him step in between.

“You’re impossible,” you breathe as Seunghyun kisses down your throat, your head tipping back.

“I’m yours,” he murmurs against your skin. “That’s worse.”

You laugh, breathless, shaky, and tangle your fingers in the hem of his hoodie, pulling him even closer. His lips find the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw and linger there. He knows what that does to you.

There’s no rush, and yet everything feels urgent. His hands explore like he’s relearning you, like he’s afraid he’ll forget the shape of you if he doesn’t touch you right now. And you, God, you let him.

You’re pressed so close there’s no space left between you, your legs wrapping around his hips instinctively. His grip tightens when you arch into him, and for a second, the studio disappears. All of it, the label rules, the career consequences, the risk all of it fades under the weight of his body, his kiss, his hands on your skin.

“You’re always so pretty when you’re like this” His deep voice softly muttered against your jaw, one hand staying on your waist and the other going to your thigh, gently coaxing your legs further apart.

“Like what? Tired and desperate?”

“Like you're really mine” His smile deepens, his lips moving back to your own, pressing a small kiss before his hands are on your hips, just on the waistband, testing the waters that have already been broken thousands of times before.

You nodded, breath slightly quickening and heat pooling between your legs. He didn’t like that answer though.

He shook his head, lips in a small, playful scowl, eyes crinkled slightly, “Words baby. You know I won’t touch you if you don’t say it”

You sigh, needy, voice quiet in fear of getting caught as you answer, “Okay, I’m sorry- just- yes”

He didn’t bother to stifle his deep chuckle, and his hand trailed to your back to help you lift your hips effortlessly.

Seunghyun’s other hand then tugged at both your trousers and underwear, leaving you bare except for the oversized t-shirt you wore, that was now hiding everything he wanted to see, with its length.

Your lips crash into his again, fingers tugging at the fabric of his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the real world. The studio lights cast soft shadows across his face as you tilt yours toward his, your bodies moving in sync like a rhythm only the two of you hear.

His fingers trailed across your thigh in an attempt to soothe you, but it did nothing to help the fire in your heart and the need that tugged at your chest.

When your own hands tried to tug at his sweatpants, he gently tugged your hands off, pinning them to the console you were on. Not roughly, just a small warning.

“Mm mm, not yet, gotta get you ready okay sweetheart?” He smirked slightly lopsided, and you didn’t know whether to be pissed or to thank him.

“Keep your hands there, okay?” He continued, slowly releasing his hands from your wrists, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

The man hiked up the shirt you wore slightly, giving him more access to what was underneath, and his eyes glistened, forehead leaning to press against yours as his other hand went between your legs, cupping your slick core before his fingers moved to gently rub your clit.

The action omits a small, quiet gasp from you, hand instinctively clasping onto his forearm, before he stopped his movements at the same time, much to your dismay.

“Put your hand back down” He drawled out, hand not moving away, but it wasn’t continuing his ministrations.

You whined, barely loud enough for him to hear, before moving your slightly shaky hand back to the edge of the console you were on, gripping it until your knuckles turned white.

“Don’t whine” he ordered. “You’re so pretty, falling apart for me already, I haven’t even done anything yet” He laughed lowly.

He kept his eyes on yours as his fingers slowly started moving again, his other hand going to your thigh to keep your legs parted when they attempted to close around his hand.

Soft whimpers left you when his fingers left your clit, just to plunge two inside you, immediately curling against your sweet spot he had memorised perfectly by now.

Suenghyun pressed soft kisses to your forehead, lingering there as if he wasn’t literally destroying your insides with his fingers.

He was already working you at a fast pace, coaxing his fingers deeper with each thrust and curl.

Your whimpers turned to quiet moans, half focused on keeping your hands in that spot, and half focused on the way your lower stomach tightened slightly when his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight, practised circles which made you fall apart more.

Your thighs trembled slightly from the attempt of keeping quite and trying not to get caught, the fear exhilarating you more then it should.

It was late, and you doubted many people were still here apart from security downstairs.

He laughed again against your forehead, hands still keeping their actions going, slightly rougher, in a way that moves you further to the edge of release, and his other hand curling into your hair, soothing gently as you almost fell apart right there.

“You gonna come for me baby?”

You nodded weakly, biting your lip to stifle some of the noises threatening to leave you. He kissed your cheek with such gentleness that it contrasted the way he was coaxing you open.

His fingers never once missed your sweet spot, attempting to make you fall apart underneath his gaze.

When your release washed over you, it was hard, burning hot pleasure taking over, and Seunghyun moved to cradle your head against his chest as you gave in to the way he worked you through your orgasm, whispering soft praises and gentle ‘sh’s.

Once you were whining and attempting to pull his hand away, was when he finally gave you mercy and pulled away,

“Did so good, yeah? You want more?” He cupped your cheek gently stroking with your head still pressed to his bare chest.

“Yes Seungie, please?” You drawled out, tired but needy to feel him properly. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, quickly pressing himself against your over sensitive core.

“You okay baby?” He asked gently when you whimpered at the small contact. You nodded, tears brimming your eyes from desperation, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, pressing himself inside you, his mouth stifling both your noises.

When he bottomed out, you whined, desperate for him to move, but he stayed still, letting you adjust properly, before pulling back slightly only to push back in at a deeper angle. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your hands itched beside you to touch him.

“You can touch me now angel” He coaxed quietly, moving your hands around his shoulders, just so he could be closer to you somehow.

His thrusts started being more coordinated, deep, slightly faster, and one of your hands tugged at his hair whilst the other raked down his back, earning a deep groan from the feel of your nails against him.

You were thankful that the music still played in the background. Covering up at least a little bit of both your guys’ whimpers, groans and whines.

He gripped your hips as he buried himself against your already abused sweet spot over and over in a hypnotising rhythm that was a mixture of mocking cruelty and sweet care.

After already going over the edge once, your body was quick to get close again, back arching into the blurring pleasure he provided.

One of his hands trailed down to rub against your overly sensitive clit, as his own orgasm was just in reach, barely out of sight.

“Doing so good yeah? Can’t be too loud though, huh? Aw my sweet thing” he murmured deeply, voice staggering slightly when you clenched around him, but his movements never lost pace, or determination.

The all too familliar feeling of release built up in your stomach, slower then before, but it didn’t take as long. He buried his head fun your shoulder, a small, almost whimper leaving him, as his pace kept perfectly, a mixture of roughness and not too fast blurring both of you closer to the edge.

“Come for me baby, okay?” His voice was the last thing you needed before you went over the edge for the second time tonight, your orgasm blurring you slightly overstimulated, as he worked you through it, his own orgasm coming in trail behind yours.

He buried himself deep inside you, teeth gently nipping your neck as he spilled himself inside of you, whines and soft koans leaving you both, your thighs trembling against his torso.

He pulled away slightly to press kisses to your temple, still buried inside you.

“So proud of you, did so good” He murmured stroking your hair out of your slightly sweaty face.

Seunghyun pulled out gently, a whimper emitting from you at the action, before he pulled your panties back in place, practically securing both of your fluids inside you.

He laid another kiss to your temple before adjusting his sweatpants back to normal, going over to your shelf and taking a small towel and a bottle of water from the desk.

Handing you the water with a gentleness only he could provide, he gently used another bottle to pour over the towel, making it cold and dampened before he wiped up any other fluids or sweat from your adorned skin.

The coldness of the towel was welcoming to your warm body, gulping down the water before handing the bottle to him to drink the rest, which he gladly did.

“You’ll be mine one day. Properly. Not just like this, everyone will know”

“I already am yours. Just..Quietly”

“That’s all I ask for” He smiled.

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Double Combo

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seunghyun x reader x Kwon Jiyong

Synopsis: Yeah, you read that right… 

Warnings: Smut… lots and lots of unapologetic smut (with just a little fluff, because I’m a romantic sap at heart). Please don’t read if you’re not 18+!  Also, this is not a GTOP fic. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, you just won’t find it here.

Author’s Note: I started writing this as just a story for myself years ago. Then my #1 decided to confess to me that she was having trouble with GD creeping into her Ultimate Bias spot. Naturally, I felt like I had to finish this & share it with her. Here you go @andperset​, hopefully you like it. <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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When you woke up early Saturday morning the first thing you noticed was a pair of strong arms gathered around your waist and soft breathing against the left side of your head. Glancing down, you also saw what looked to be a black mess of hair resting on your chest. In your groggy post-sleep haze, you blearily realized that you had not only one, but two men lying naked next to you, one on either side. You tried your best to recall the previous night’s events. It took you a few moments, but then you came to the sobering realization that these weren’t just any two random strangers in bed with you. Oh no… you were completely surrounded by none other than Kwon Jiyong and Choi Seunghyun, Kpop’s notorious rapper kings.

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Friends Don’t Do This

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

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warnings: swearing, alcohol, sexual content, loss of virginity theme, jealousy, possessiveness, slight drug mention

a/n: needed to do a friends to lovers one since it’s one of my favorite tropes!

Thanos has been your best friend ever since you were kids. Your moms used to be best friends too before his mom passed away. You went to primary school with him and then to high school as well. Now it’s your final year of school and today is your 18th birthday. You’ve planned a huge birthday party with lots of friends and classmates. You’re wearing a really pretty short dress with your hair and makeup all done too.

The party had just started and you were still busy greeting people. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Thanos in the living room already flirting with some girl. You felt jealousy stir in your chest. You always deny your feelings for him even though you know damn well they’re there. It’s just he has that bad boy vibe mixed with being a player and all the drugs he does for some reason it all does something to you.

You decided to grab a strong alcoholic drink when you noticed that guy from your class the one who’s obviously into you. “Nice dress. You look… different” he says leaning casually against the wall taking a sip from his drink. “So happy birthday. Got any plans after the party” His tone sounds casual but there’s definitely an underlying meaning hidden in his words.

“Probably gonna be so drunk I’ll need to sleep it off but nothing else though” you replied with a sarcastic tone. He chuckles clearly finding your sarcasm attractive. “You know what I think” he says stepping a little closer his voice dropping lower. “I think you should come over to my place after the party. We could… celebrate your birthday properly.” As he speaks his hand accidentally brushes against yours on the counter.

You look at his hand touching yours and then back at his face. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. You’ve been wanting to lose your virginity for what feels like forever and honestly you’ve been ashamed you still had it up until now. He notices you staring at his hand and takes it as a sign of interest. He briefly intertwines his fingers with yours before letting go to finish his drink. “So? My place or no” he asks with a charming smile looking way too confident that you’ll say yes. The noise of the party buzzes around you but right now it feels like it’s just the two of you. A slow smirk creeps onto your face as you tilt your head slightly. “Yes” you reply your voice soft but dripping with boldness.

His smile widens victorious. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 2 AM when the party’s over.” He leans in closer his breath warm against your ear sending a shiver down your spine. “And don’t even think about changing your mind alright. I’ve been looking forward to our… private celebration.” His lips brush against your cheek lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle before he casually disappears into the crowd leaving you standing there with your heart racing and a thousand thoughts running through your head.

As the night goes on you find yourself drinking more and more laughing with friends dancing letting the music buzz through your veins. But no matter how hard you try to stay present your mind keeps drifting to one thing what’s going to happen at 2 AM. The thought sends little sparks through your chest every time it creeps in. You’re lost in it when suddenly someone grabs your waist from behind making you nearly spill your drink as you jump. It’s Thanos. He’s laughing that low husky sound of his rolling against your ear. “Gotcha” he teases his breath warm against your skin. He leans casually against the wall beside you a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Having fun” His eyes lock onto yours sparkling with amusement but beneath that there’s something else lingering. Something dangerous. Something that feels a lot like anticipation.

“Idiot” you say punching his shoulder lightly. “But yeah I’m having fun.” He laughs again catching your hand mid-punch and holding it gently his fingers curling around yours for a moment longer than necessary. “Good. You should be. It’s your birthday after all.” He releases your hand and casually takes a sip of his drink eyes still on you. “You’re pretty drunk aren’t you” His voice softens lower now laced with curiosity. You chuckle leaning in a little. “Not yet” you whisper with a teasing smirk. “Oh hey I’m gonna lose my virginity tonight” The words tumble out of your mouth without warning bold and unfiltered. He nearly chokes on his drink eyes widening for a split second before he composes himself a slow grin spreading across his face as he leans in voice dropping conspiratorially. “Is that so? And who’s the lucky guy” He tries to sound casual but there’s no missing the sharp edge of interest flickering in his eyes now dark and intense.

“Just some guy from my class” you reply with a mysterious grin your eyes sparkling with mischief. He raises an eyebrow a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just some guy huh Must be feeling pretty confident if he managed to score the hot birthday girl” he teases taking another slow sip of his drink his gaze fixed on you studying every little expression on your face. “What’s his name” he asks trying to sound casual but the slight tension tightening his jaw gives him away. “You don’t know him” you shrug brushing it off effortlessly. “Right” he says slowly his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he lifts his drink to his lips again. For a split second something flashes in his eyes jealousy Possession You can’t quite tell. “Well I hope he treats you right” he adds his forced smile not quite reaching his eyes. “You deserve someone who…” His words trail off as he runs a hand through his dark hair his expression unreadable for a moment like he’s battling with something he can’t say out loud.

You gave him a genuine smile before watching him drift off to chat with some other girl. As the night wears on you lose yourself in the fun dancing with friends laughing at dumb jokes the music pulsing through your body. But every now and then your eyes find Thanos across the room. He’s talking to other girls flashing that same charming grin but his gaze keeps drifting back to you lingering just a little too long his eyes darker with something unreadable. Finally it’s almost 2 AM. Your nerves suddenly kick in your heart thudding a little faster as your mind starts racing. Was this even a good idea You barely know that guy from your class and your first time shouldn’t it be special Meaningful You chew your bottom lip uncertainty creeping in and decide to get some fresh air. Stepping out onto the balcony the cool breeze hits your skin as you lean against the railing eyes drifting up to the night sky glittering above you. The air helps clear your head just slightly. Behind you footsteps approach quiet but steady. You turn to see Thanos walking toward you his expression shifting the moment he catches sight of your serious face. He slows eyes scanning you with concern. “You okay” His voice is low softer than usual laced with warmth. His hair’s a little messy probably from running his hands through it too many times and there’s a faint flush to his cheeks from the drinks. “You look deep in thought” he adds stopping in front of you his eyes locked on yours like he’s trying to read your mind.

“Yeah… I was about to leave with that guy but I’m having second thoughts” you admit quietly your eyes drifting down for a second before meeting his again. Thanos steps closer his presence suddenly grounding his voice low and serious. “What are you thinking” he asks gently his tone softer than you expected layered with something protective something that catches you off guard. His eyes search your face scanning for any hint of distress doubt or hesitation. “If he’s not right for you then don’t go” he says simply but there’s weight behind his words like it’s more than just advice like it matters to him really matters.

“It’s just I don’t know him that well” you admit your voice softer now uncertainty lingering in your words. Thanos nods slowly his eyes never leaving yours understanding written all over his face. “You should know someone well before doing something like that” he says carefully his voice low. He pauses for a second then adds even softer “I mean it’s your first time. It should be special.” You can’t help but smile at him warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re right” you whisper. He smiles back one of those rare genuine smiles that actually reaches his eyes his arm brushing lightly against yours in the process sending a spark through your skin. “You’re too good for some random quick hookup with someone you don’t even know” he says quietly the protective edge in his voice impossible to miss. “You deserve better than that.” He starts to turn like he’s about to walk away but those words hit you harder than you expected stirring something deep in your chest. “Wait will you help me clean up” you ask your voice lighter now. His lips twitch into a smirk as he watches you head back inside. “Yeah sure” he replies his eyes drifting briefly to your backside before he catches himself shaking his head with a quiet laugh under his breath. Inside the music has finally stopped the house is quiet and together you both start picking up cups tossing away empty bottles the late night calm settling around you.

You told the guy you weren’t going to leave with him anymore. As you reject him you catch Thanos watching from across the room that familiar satisfied smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just won some silent battle. He finishes tidying up and strolls over grabbing a few empty cups from your hands with ease. “All good with him” he asks casually but the hint of relief in his voice is impossible to miss. “Yeah he didn’t mind probably already found someone else” you reply with a small chuckle. Thanos chuckles too his eyes glinting with amusement. “Yeah probably” he echoes turning and walking toward the kitchen with the cups clearly expecting you to follow him. You do and as he stands by the sink rinsing the cups he suddenly turns stepping in front of you his tall frame effortlessly blocking your only exit from the kitchen his eyes fixed on yours with quiet intensity.

He had one more gift for you. Turning off the faucet he grabs a dish towel drying his hands without breaking eye contact. Then slipping a hand into his pocket he pulls out a small neatly wrapped box. He holds it out to you his eyes dark and focused that usual teasing energy replaced with something more intense. “I got you something” he says his voice low serious the weight of it making your heart skip. “Open it.”

“You already got me a present” you protest lightly eyeing the small box with curiosity. He smirks that familiar cocky glint flashing in his eyes. “Yeah but this one’s different” he replies nudging the box toward you gently. “Just open it” he adds his voice softening in a way that makes your stomach flip. His eyes never leave you as you carefully unwrap the little box fingers trembling ever so slightly with anticipation. Inside nestled in velvet is a breathtaking necklace delicate gold with a small diamond pendant shaped like an infinity symbol that glimmers under the kitchen lights. You barely have time to react before he’s already reaching for it sliding the necklace out of the box with surprising care. He steps behind you and you feel the warmth of his body close as his fingers brush against your neck sending goosebumps down your skin as he clasps the necklace around your throat. He steps back around to face you his eyes roaming over you clearly admiring how it looks on you. His hand lifts fingers brushing over the infinity pendant resting against your collarbone his thumb tracing it softly. “I saw it and thought of you” he murmurs his voice quiet but full of something raw something real. “Infinity eternal perfect. Just like you.”

You turn around your fingers brushing over the pendant as you smile up at him. “It’s beautiful absolutely perfect. Thank you so much” you say softly your voice genuine full of warmth. His eyes soften at your words that usual playful edge replaced with something tender as he reaches out tucking a strand of hair gently behind your ear. His fingers linger against your cheek for a moment longer than necessary his touch feather light but enough to send your heart racing before he finally lets his hand fall. “You’re welcome” he whispers his voice low quiet but it hums with meaning. The air between you shifts instantly heavy with unspoken tension like something could happen any second. And maybe that’s exactly why before it could he steps away casually grabbing a few more cups and turning his attention back to cleaning leaving you standing there still buzzing from the moment.

As Thanos steps away to continue cleaning clearly trying to break the intense moment lingering between you an awkward silence hangs heavy in the air. The only sound is the water running from the sink as Thanos busies himself with washing dishes that probably didn’t even need cleaning. You stand there frozen for a moment fingers gently holding the necklace around your neck like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. Eventually Thanos finishes and flops down onto the couch rubbing his hands over his face clearly needing a break from the cleaning and maybe from whatever tension just passed between you. But while he’s trying to cool down a mischievous little plan starts forming in your head. With a playful grin tugging at your lips you walk over to him where he’s lounging on the couch. He looks up at you the corner of his mouth lifting as he says something his eyes narrowing curiously at your expression.

As you approach him Thanos looks up from the couch his expression a little distracted but his eyes sharp enough to catch the smirk playing on your lips and the way your fingers still toy with the necklace. “Something on your mind?” he asks his gaze flicking between your face and the delicate jewelry resting against your skin. He leans back into the cushions his arms crossing lazily over his chest like he’s settling in to enjoy whatever game you’re about to start. “Do you like my dress?” you grin your voice teasing as you stop just in front of him. His eyes drift down slowly unapologetically tracing every curve the dress clings to lingering for just a moment too long before meeting your gaze again. There’s amusement there but also something darker something hungry. “Very much” he admits his voice low and husky sending a shiver down your spine. You take another step closer and without hesitation he shifts widening his legs just enough for you to step between them his eyes locked onto yours as if daring you to make the next move.

As you step in closer Thanos shifts widening his legs to make space for you his eyes never leaving yours for even a second. The air between you grows heavy thick with tension that neither of you seems ready to break. His hand comes up large and warm as it settles on your hip his grip gentle but firm enough to steady you right where he wants you. “Did you like the girls you were talking to tonight?” you ask your tone playful but your eyes sharp watching every flicker of emotion on his face. His fingers tighten ever so slightly on your hip as he leans in his face hovering just inches from yours his breath ghosting over your skin. “Not as much as I like talking to you” he murmurs his voice low and barely above a whisper every word curling in the space between you like a secret. His thumb brushes along your hip bone the thin fabric of your dress doing little to dull the sensation. “Jealous” he adds the corner of his mouth lifting in a slow dangerous smirk that sends a pulse of heat through your chest.

“Maybe” you reply with a teasing grin as you move to sit on his lap. “What if I was?” Without hesitation Thanos pulls you fully onto his lap forcing you to straddle him as his arms wrap around your waist holding you firmly in place. His grip is possessive but gentle his eyes locked onto yours dark and unreadable. “If you were jealous that would mean you care” he says his voice low each word dripping with quiet confidence. “And if you care that might mean you like me.” You lean in closer your face only inches from his your lips hovering dangerously close to his own. Thanos’s breath catches slightly the heat between you crackling like static. His arms tighten around your waist his eyes searching yours waiting. He gives you the space to pull away but it’s obvious from the way his lips part and his gaze drops to your mouth that he’s hoping you won’t. “Hi” you whisper your voice soft but full of playful challenge. His eyes flick down to your lips again before they return to meet your gaze his lips curling into a small dangerous smile. “Hi” he whispers back his voice husky with desire. His hands slide slowly up your sides his touch lingering as they settle back on your waist holding you there like he has no intention of letting you go.

You close the distance as your lips finally meet his. The second your lips touch his a low groan of satisfaction escapes him his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightens around your waist pulling you closer. His kiss starts slow soft testing the waters but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The intensity builds fast your lips moving hungrily against his your need bleeding through every movement as you kiss him more aggressively your fingers tangling in his hair your body pressing closer. But just when you’re completely lost in him he suddenly pulls back. His hands slide to your shoulders holding you firmly at arm’s length. His chest rises and falls rapidly his lips flushed and swollen from the heat of the kiss his eyes dark but sharp with concern. “Wait” he says his voice rough low steadying himself. “What?” you whisper your breathing uneven the ache for him still burning through you as you blink up at him confused and desperate for him to come back. His eyes lock onto yours searching every inch of your face for signs of uncertainty or anything that makes him hesitate. “Are you drunk?” he asks bluntly his brow creasing with quiet worry and suspicion. His thumbs brush gently over your collarbones as he keeps you at a safe distance giving you space to breathe to answer honestly. “Because I need to know you’re in your right mind before this goes any further.”

“No I’m not drunk” you say quickly your voice firm but breathless your eyes locked onto his. “You told me I deserve better than doing this with someone I don’t know. You know me better than anyone.” His expression softens instantly the tension in his face melting away as your words sink in. “True” he mutters under his breath his voice quieter now rougher as his hands slide back down to your waist his grip possessive holding you close like he’s afraid to let go. His eyes sweep over your face lingering on your flushed cheeks your parted lips your clear steady gaze. There’s no sign of drunkenness no hesitation just you worked up and aching for him. The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them raw and honest. “Please take my virginity please Su bong.” The second the words leave your lips his pupils blow wide dark desire flooding his eyes as his grip tightens around your waist. “Fuck” he curses under his breath his jaw tightening as he fights for control. His eyes search your face again slower this time looking for even the faintest flicker of doubt of uncertainty but all he finds is desperate need shining back at him. “Are you sure?” he asks his voice low and serious the words almost a growl as his hands stay firmly on your body waiting for your answer.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” you breathe, your voice steady with determination as your hands move quickly to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drop to your hands, watching every shaky, eager movement, his jaw tightening as the reality of what’s happening settles over him. Your small hands fumble slightly, but you’re determined, and he realizes in that moment this is really going to happen. Your first time, with him. A low growl rumbles from his chest as your fingers slide down his zipper, exposing his boxers, already straining with his growing arousal. “You’ve always been such a good friend to me,” you tease with a grin, your voice playful as your hands work to push his jeans down. His eyes darken with hunger, his voice rough with a hint of guilt and something far more dangerous. “Which makes me the biggest bastard right now,” he mutters, helping you shove his jeans off along with his shoes. His hands find your hips again, pulling you flush against him, his grip firm, possessive, his eyes burning into yours. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this with you?” You bite your lip, your hand sliding lower as you tug his boxers down, your fingers wrapping around his cock, pumping him slowly, teasingly. “Oh yeah? Tell me about it,” you whisper, your voice dripping with challenge as you stroke him, watching the way his eyes darken and his self-control starts to unravel.

He hisses at the sudden contact, his hips jerking forward into your hand without thinking. “Fuck, like this. In the car on the way to school. In the library when you were reading. In the cafeteria while we were eating,” he pants out, his voice rough, his grip on your hips tightening like he’s struggling to keep control. “Why me?” you ask, your strokes picking up speed, your eyes locked onto his, watching every little reaction play out across his face. His eyes darken further, his jaw clenching as he fights to stay composed. “Because you’re fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice strained with pure need. His eyes drop to your hand, watching the way you work him over, the slow, steady strokes making him lose his mind. “Because I’ve always wanted it to be me for you.” A sweet smile curves your lips, playful and innocent despite what your hand is doing to him. “Am I doing this right?” you ask, tilting your head, your voice light as your hand moves faster, tightening your grip like you know exactly how much you’re teasing him. “Too fucking right,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow as his hips lift into your hand, chasing every stroke. “A little faster. Squeeze a bit tighter.” You do exactly as he says, your pace quickening, your fingers tightening, and the raw sound that rips from his throat in response makes your heart stutter. “Fuck, just like that,” he groans deeply, his hips bucking into your hand, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as he watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

You move your face closer to his ear, your lips brushing the shell of it as you whisper softly, “Oh yeah?” Without waiting for a reply, you start to suck and bite at his earlobe, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin as your lips tease him. “Shit…” he hisses, his breath stalling in his throat as his hands move up to grip your hair, one of them tangling tightly in the strands as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. The combined sensation of your hand still pumping his cock and your mouth working at his ear nearly undoes him right then and there. His hips jerk under you, his head falling back, the tension in his body spiraling. “Keep doing that… fuck…” he groans, his voice low and strained, his grip tightening in your hair as his self-control slips further with every second.

“You wanna cum first and fuck me after or…?” you ask, your voice dripping with teasing confidence as your hand keeps moving steadily around him. “Both,” he growls, turning his face toward you so his lips hover dangerously close to yours, his eyes dark and filled with nothing but raw hunger. “Want to feel your hand make me cum, then I want to bury my cock so deep inside you you’ll be thinking about it for days.” His breathing is heavy now, his voice even lower, rough and strained with desire. His eyes narrow slightly, a cocky smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you can handle that? Handle me?” he asks, his hand still tangled in your hair, his other gripping your waist possessively. You smirk right back, leaning in just enough that your lips brush his as you reply, “Only if you can handle me.”

“Mhmm, smartass,” he chuckles, the sound low and rough as his eyes roam over you. “You do realize I could easily throw you down right now.” His gaze darkens, his mind clearly filling with every dirty possibility as he watches the confident smirk play on your lips. “You wouldn’t dare,” you tease, your voice playful as your finger glides slowly over the sensitive tip of his cock. That’s all it takes. His entire body tenses as a deep groan rips from his throat, his hips jerking forward as he comes hard into your hand. “Fuck…” he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glued to the sight of his cum dripping from your fingers, sliding slowly down his still hard shaft. The image alone is enough to make him lose his mind. You lift your hand to your lips, licking his cum off your fingers with deliberate, slow movements, never breaking eye contact. His cock twitches with interest again, already hardening at the sight. He swallows hard, his voice rough and low as his eyes darken with pure lust. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I searched up some tips before when I thought I was going with that guy,” you admit with a teasing smile, your voice light but knowing exactly what kind of reaction that would pull from him. His eyes darken instantly at the mention of the other guy, possessiveness flaring in his gaze as he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him. His mouth crashes onto yours, his lips demanding, hungry, his tongue immediately tasting you, tasting himself lingering on your tongue as he kisses you deeply, completely claiming the moment. When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his mouth still brushing yours as he growls low, “Good thing I stopped that from happening.”

“Slow at first…” he whispers, his voice rough with restraint as he reaches under your dress, his fingers sliding your panties aside. His hand moves between your legs, his fingers finding your pussy, pumping you slowly a few times, coaxing you to get wetter. He groans softly, the sound low and satisfied as he feels you responding to his touch, your arousal growing with every slow pump of his fingers. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he positions himself at your entrance. The head of his cock presses against your clit, rubbing gently, teasing you, making your breath hitch before he finally guides you down onto him. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest as you slowly sink down, taking him in inch by inch. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips as his head falls back for a second, the pleasure overwhelming. His eyes flick back up to yours, dark and locked on your every reaction as you bounce gently, starting to move up and down on him at your own pace. “Just like that… take it slow,” he encourages, his voice strained but steady as you take a deep breath, your body adjusting to his size. He notices the slight tension in your face, the discomfort that comes with taking him in for the first time, and immediately slows down, his hands steady and gentle on your hips. “Easy,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, full of patience. His hands guide your movements, careful, unhurried. “Take your time… let your pussy adjust to my size.” He leans back slightly on the couch, giving you full control over the pace, his eyes never leaving yours, letting you set the rhythm as you get used to the stretch.

You grab onto both his arms, your fingers squeezing as your face tightens with discomfort. “This hurts more than I thought it would,” you admit, your voice strained but honest. Thanos immediately stills, all the teasing and hunger in his expression melting into pure concern. “I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice sincere, no trace of playfulness left as he gently helps lift you off him, his now-softening cock slipping from your body. His hands stay steady on your hips, his eyes never leaving yours. “We don’t have to keep going if it’s too painful,” he offers quietly, his touch full of patience. But you shake your head, repositioning him at your entrance with steady determination. “No, I wanna continue,” you say firmly, your voice soft but sure. His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise mixed with admiration flashing across his face as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low, gentle, but the desire burning beneath it is impossible to miss. His hands cradle your face as he leans in, kissing you softly, tenderly, like he’s grounding you back into the moment. “If it gets too much, just tell me to stop, okay?” You nod, your heart racing but steady with resolve. He carefully guides you back down onto him, his movements painfully slow and extra gentle this time. His hands slide to your lower back and thighs, supporting you as you try to relax and take him deeper, his eyes never leaving yours. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking softly at your skin, trying to ease the tension and distract you from the discomfort. “Breathe,” he whispers, his voice low and steady against your skin as his hands keep you anchored to him.

You had been talking all big before, full of teasing confidence, but now you were just a quiet mess, the pain making it hard to keep up that bold attitude. He notices your silence immediately, the small whimpers slipping past your lips giving away just how much you’re struggling. His eyes soften, the playful edge gone as he leans in and presses gentle kisses along your neck, his voice dropping even lower, softer than before. “You’re doing so well, taking me like this,” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin, his hands steadying your hips. “Just breathe through the pain, okay?” You nod faintly, your breathing shaky as you start to move slowly on his cock, testing the rhythm, adjusting to the stretch of him inside you. His eyes stay locked on yours, filled with a mix of lust and genuine concern, watching your every reaction carefully. “That’s it,” he encourages softly, his hands guiding your hips with slow, patient movements as he helps you find a rhythm that works. He can see the effort in your face, the tightness in your jaw, and he adjusts his position slightly beneath you, making it easier for your body to sink down onto him. You throw your head back a little, your breath hitching as the sharp edge of pain starts to dull, replaced by something warmer. “This feels better now,” you admit, your voice small but full of relief. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, satisfaction and relief washing over his features as he watches you start to relax. “Good,” he murmurs, his voice low, soothing, and full of quiet praise. His hips start to move in sync with yours, slow and steady, matching your rhythm but keeping everything gentle and careful. “Does that feel better?” he asks, his voice brushing your ear as you nod heavily, your head falling onto his shoulder as your body finally starts to adjust.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer as he keeps moving slowly inside you, his hips rolling with careful precision. His lips find your neck again, kissing and sucking softly along your skin, his mouth lingering as his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve under your dress. His voice drops to a whisper, warm and steady against your ear. “You’re doing so well… feel how good we fit together,” he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down your spine. “Fuck yes,” you moan into his shoulder, your hands gripping onto him as your hips start to move more desperately now, the ache of before replaced by a growing, delicious need. His grip tightens on your hips as he feels your body responding, your movements more eager, more confident. His eyes darken, his voice dropping even lower, rough and husky with desire. “Just like that… ride my cock,” he groans, his hips starting to meet your thrusts with more hunger, the slow rhythm quickening as the pleasure builds. “This feels so good,” you breathe out, your voice raw with need, the words sending a pulse of satisfaction through him. A deep groan rips from his throat as your words sink in, his cock throbbing inside you at the confirmation he’s been desperate to hear. His mouth crashes onto yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slide under your dress, gripping your ass cheeks firmly, spreading them apart slightly as he fucks up into you with more intensity.

You brace your hands on his shoulders, using them for leverage as you start to move more desperately on him, your hips working harder, bouncing up and down on his cock with growing urgency. His eyes stay locked on you, dark and hungry, watching every desperate movement, every little reaction. The sight is pure sin. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, his hands gripping your ass, holding you up as you ride him, the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy sliding along his length filling the room. You lean in closer, your face inches from his as your lips brush his. “It always should’ve been you,” you whisper, your voice shaky but full of raw honesty. The confession hits him like a shot to the chest. His mouth crashes onto yours, his lips claiming you in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into your mouth in the same rhythm his cock drives up into you, deep and desperate. Your words send a shudder through him, his arms tightening around you as he holds you closer, fucking you deeper, his pace rough but still controlled. He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl against your lips, his voice rough with possessiveness and need. “Only me… always only me.”

“I’ve always been so jealous seeing you with other girls,” you admit breathlessly, your voice shaky but raw with truth. He groans deeply at your words, the sound low and rough, that confession stirring something primal inside him, something possessive that’s been bottled up for far too long. “You have no idea how many times I wanted it to be you instead,” he growls, his voice strained with pure need as his hands tighten on your hips. His thrusts grow harder, faster, the frustration of all those years, all the missed chances, pouring into every desperate movement as he drives into you. You crash your lips onto his, kissing him hard now, the intensity of it almost overwhelming as years of pent-up tension and desire finally explode between you. He kisses you back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours, matching the pace of his cock pounding into you, rough and relentless. The room fills with the sharp, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh, your desperate moans blending with his deep groans, both of you completely lost in the moment, lost in each other.

He shifts suddenly, his strong arms lifting you with ease as he moves you onto your back on the couch. His hands grip both of your legs, pushing them up and placing them over his shoulders, spreading you wide open for him. The position leaves you completely exposed, vulnerable, and the moment he pushes inside again, you cry out, the new angle letting him hit impossibly deep. His eyes stay locked on the filthy, intoxicating sight of his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy over and over, the wet sounds filling the room as his hips snap forward with rough precision. His pace turns relentless now, your legs thrown over his shoulders giving him full control as he fucks you hard and deep. The couch creaks under the force of his thrusts, but neither of you care, the only thing that matters is the way he feels buried inside you, finally, completely. He leans forward slightly, adjusting his angle just enough to find that sweet spot deep within you, his eyes dark and wild as he watches your face twist in pure pleasure.

“Fuck…” he groans, his eyes locked on the spot where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. Your pussy squeezes him tighter every time he hits that perfect spot, making his grip on your thighs tighten as his control slips. He starts doing it on purpose now, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, the sharp sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Your moans get louder with every thrust, raw and desperate, the sound making his cock throb even harder inside you. Your legs shake on his shoulders, your body trembling as you fall apart beneath him. “Su-bong,” you cry his name, loud and breathless, your voice cracking with need. The sound of it makes his eyes darken and his thrusts turn rougher, completely lost in you.

Hearing his name fall from your lips like that nearly shatters his control. “Fuck… say it again… say my name,” he growls through gritted teeth, his pace turning rougher, his hips slamming into you with raw urgency. Every muscle in his body is tense as he watches his cock slide in and out of your soaked pussy, the sight pushing him closer to the edge. “Su-bong,” you whimper again, his name spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer, wrecked and breathless. It drives him insane. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a hard, searing kiss, his tongue claiming yours as your moans melt into his mouth. His hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit with ease, his fingers rubbing tight circles with just the right pressure, determined to pull you over the edge with him.

Your legs start to tremble as the pleasure builds, your body giving you away. “Look at you… so fucking pretty when you’re about to come on my dick,” he growls, his eyes glued to your face, watching every contorted expression of pleasure take over. His hand slides down between your legs, spreading your lips apart so he can watch his thick cock slide in and out of your pink, swollen pussy, the sight making his jaw clench. “Please,” you whimper, your voice broken and needy, that sound making his cock throb because he knows exactly what it means. You’re close. He snaps his hips forward harder now, hitting that deep spot with every thrust, his pace rough and relentless. “You need more?” he rasps, though he knows you can barely speak when you’re like this. Your eyes say it all. He takes it as a yes. His hips slam into yours with enough force to make the couch slide across the floor, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race as he fucks you into oblivion. “Cum for me,” he growls, his thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as his cock drives into you over and over.

You reach your climax hard, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure rips through you. “Jesus…” he groans, his eyes fixed on the way your pussy spasms around his cock, clenching tight, milking him. Your legs are practically convulsing on his shoulders, your body shaking with every aftershock. He knows he hit that spot just right when that exact sound leaves your lips — a high-pitched moan tangled with a desperate cry. It doesn’t take him long after that. With a deep, broken groan, he loses control completely, pumping his hot cum deep inside you. His entire body trembles as he holds your legs up high, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up completely. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he curses under his breath, his face twisting with raw pleasure as he rides it out. For a moment, neither of you move, both of you panting hard, his chest rising and falling as he stays buried inside you. Slowly, he lowers your legs down, watching his softening cock slide out along with a trickle of his cum dripping from your swollen pussy. The sight makes his possessiveness flare, his eyes dark with satisfaction at the messy proof of himself inside you. You collapse back, needing a moment to breathe, your body still trembling slightly. He knows you need the pause, his hand sliding into your hair as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, your scent mixed with sweat and sex still clinging to the air.

At that moment the sound of the front door unlocking cuts through the heavy silence. You both freeze, your eyes snapping to his as panic flickers between you. It’s already an hour later, the exact time your mom promised she’d be home after your party. His eyes widen in pure panic as he quickly pulls out of you, grabbing his clothes off the floor in a frantic rush. “Shit,” he hisses under his breath, running his hands through his messy hair as he fumbles to zip up his pants. The two of you scramble to fix yourselves, sitting quickly on the couch, trying your best to look normal despite the obvious flush on your cheeks and the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air. Your heart races as your mom steps into the living room. “Hi mom,” you greet her innocently, your voice far too sweet for the situation, praying she doesn’t notice the disaster you both just narrowly escaped.

“Hi sweetie,” your mom replies with a warm smile, completely oblivious as she drops her purse onto the table. “You two watch a movie?” she asks casually, glancing around the living room. Your hair is still a little messy, and Thanos’ shirt is buttoned unevenly, but thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice. “No, we were just finishing up cleaning from the party,” you reply smoothly, forcing a casual smile as your heart continues to race. Thanos sits beside you, nodding quickly, his face the picture of innocence despite the lingering flush on his cheeks.

“Mhmm,” your mom hums, clearly buying your lie, though mostly because she looks too tired to care. “I’m going to shower,” she announces, already turning to head down the hall. You both exhale in silent relief until she suddenly stops mid-step. “Oh, by the way,” Her words hang in the air as Thanos quickly looks down, finally noticing his shirt is buttoned completely wrong. His eyes widen for half a second before he casually starts unbuttoning and fixing it, trying his best to look unfazed. “Ah, just a little messy from cleaning,” he chuckles, forcing a relaxed grin as he fumbles with the buttons. Your mom just waves her hand dismissively, disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom.

The second you hear the door click shut, you both lock eyes, barely holding in your laughter. The adrenaline, the relief, the absolute chaos of the whole night sinks in, and you lean back against the couch, breathless and smiling. “We got away with that… barely,” you whisper. Thanos chuckles, still buttoning his shirt properly, his eyes soft but mischievous. “Worth it,” he mutters, flashing you a grin that promises this night was only the beginning.

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This is beyond perfection. 😫

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bf!thanos headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

au: rapper thanos

warnings: smut MDNI, drug usage, degradation, praise kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, choking, marking obsession, vulgar language, slightly toxic ? (let me know if I missed anything)

an: this is my first time writing on Tumblr so I apologize if this isn't great! (I think yall can tell I got carried away with the 'nsfw' part-)

Requested by @thanosspills

sfw ༺♱༻ ♡ thanos has a resting "don't fuck with me" energy but turns into your personal bodyguard when you're near. never lets you walk behind him, always scans a room before you sit.

♡ gets lowkey jealous when you talk about past relationships, doesn't say much, but you'll feel his grip tighten or notice his jaw clench.

♡ doesn't trust anyone. especially men around you. his hand stays low on your back, more of a claim than comfort, and his eyes track every movement around you like a threat. he won't make a scene, but later? he'll ask you who the guy was, why he looked at you like that, and why you didn't move away faster.

♡ definitely pops pills occasionally, either to unwind or before a night out. you've seen him high: red-eyed, slow blinking, a lazy smirk plastered on his face while he tugs you into his lap muttering, "can you help me out with somethin' baby?"

♡ his way of spoiling you is borderline obsessive. buys you things he sees you glance at once. won't ask your size, he already knows it.

♡ he gets touchy once he's high. hand slipping under your hoodie, thumb brushing your waist, whispering things he usually keeps locked in his head.

♡ wears your lipgloss as a joke but lowkey loves how it tastes when he kisses you after. (he won't admit it though.)

♡ has this quiet jealously. you don't even realise it until he's dragging you into a bathroom stall at the nightclub, pressed against the cold tile wall with his hands palming your ass, placing wet kisses against your jawline whispering, "you liked the way he looked at you, huh?"

♡ never lets you go to bed mad. even after a fight, he'll silently lay beside you, pulling your body flushed against his, with his face buried in your neck whispering, "im sorry baby, let me make it up to you.."

nsfw ༺♱༻

♡ drugs intensify everything. when he's high, he gets meaner, deeper thrusts, harder grip, absolutely filthy with his mouth. "look at you princess. so desperate for my cock you're drooling."

♡ degrading kink is strong, calls you a slut, his bitch, princess, his flower. tells you no one will ever fuck you the way that he does. "no one else knows this body. only me."

♡ he gets off on you crying. tears streaming down your face boosts something inside of him. "what a pretty mess.." while fingering you through another orgasm.

♡ but when you're good? the praise kink hits hard. "that's my girl. taking it so well. so perfect for me, fuck."

♡ loves slapping your ass while you're bent over, especially if you're acting up. he'll smack it until you whimper, then pull your hair, lips brushing your earlobe whispering "shut the fuck up or I'll fuck the attitude out of you."

♡ makes you say "thank you" after making you cum. if you don't, he'll edge you until your shaking.

♡ worships your body but in the filthiest way. muttering "all of this f'me?" while dragging his tongue across your plush thighs then sucking harshly placing hickeys all over reminding you who you belong to.

♡ mirror sex while he's coked out? oh yeah. "look at what I do to you. look at that fucked-out face. you love this don't you?"

♡ sometimes gets high just to ruin you slowly. spends hours between your legs, teasing you, tongue barely touching where you need him making you grow impatient squirming around. "pathetic. can't even stay still."

♡ favorite position is you face-down, ass up, with his hand pressing into your lower back. but he's a sucker for watching you ride him while you tease and take control.

♡ he waits until you're both alone in his studio, the second the the door locks, he snaps. grabs you, spins you around bending you over the mixing desk shoving aside mics, cords, and gear like they weren't worth a single penny. the rooms soundproof, but you still try biting back your moans, but he's not having it. he starts pounding into you more aggressively leaning down. "don't hide it from me baby, I wanna hear how good I make you feel." you whimper, finally breaking, and he groans in response like its exactly what he needed. "gonna use these pretty little moans in my next track so everyone knows how much of a slut you really are."

♡ he's leaned back in the studio chair, phone in hand, filming you between his legs. "look up at me baby." and when you do, those wide glossy eyes staring up while you take him deeper and spit drooling down your chin, the sight itself drives him crazy. he swears under his breath, one hand tightening on the phone and the other wrapped around your hair, lowering you further down. your tongue works around him slow, messy, and he actually whimpers, like he can't believe how good it feels. "fuck..I wonder what happens if I post this shit on the internet."

♡ loves when you ride him while he's buzzed. leaned back, lets you go wild while his hand is wrapped around your throat squeezing slightly enough to make your eyes roll back, and praises you for being such a perfect little cockdrunk thing.

♡ not so big on aftercare unless you need it. he's more the type to let you collapse on his chest, take a few hits of his vape, while running his fingers through your hair.

♡ overstim king. he'll keep you going long after you've finished, whispering "c'mon, you can take one more, can't you?" every time you beg him to stop.

♡ loves hate sex. especially when you argue and storm off, he'll follow, slam the door behind you, and next thing you know, you're bent over the counter begging him to fuck you.

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YESS im so happy to see ur starting to write fics! im always thirsty for more thanos stuff so i would love to see something for thanos. maybe like bf headcannons and/or nsfw headcannons?

OMG YESS ! I'm on it ! 🫡 I will tag you once posted 😩

[bloomyhome]

Choi seung hyun's personality

Warning: This post contains information about suicide, alcohol, and smoking.

"Long-term fans all know TOP's personality . TOP is not careful and he's like a glass. He's emotional and he never does what he hates. He's like fire and a loser... He's annoying and he makes others tired. His personalities are great if he's just a light friend that you joke with. But if you go deeper, you'll get tired. If he's concerned or hurt, he never shares or shows it. He ends up causing an accident after suffering himself. On the outside, he pretends as funny and carefree like bingu, but on the inside, he's full of random thoughts and is pessimist. He's not mentally strong... He tries hard to control himself but his two-faced personalities are too strong. You can sometimes see it on the broadcast and he uses it in his lyrics a lot. It's not that pleasant... I just want to like his outside image but it only makes me frustrated when he shows the inside ㅋㅋ It's so tiring to live like TOP ㅋㅋ They're making him work when he wants to die. It makes the viewers and himself uncomfortable. The bad cycle keeps on repeating ㅋㅋ His suicide news were during Sunset Glow, when Bigbang was performing on music shows. In front of cameras, he faked to be funny as bingu but at home, he'd drink wine, smoke, cry, and try to kill himself by taking the pills ㅋㅋ It's all obvious, TOP~ Fix your personalities ㅋㅋ Why do you think you're not like that anymore... He has no idea how to get away from fear despite his potential. All he does is to drink and think of dying. It's all over your face, you jerk ... "

This post was written ten years ago, when rumors of Seunghyun's suicide were circulating. It's true that Seunghyun became famous again after Squid Game 2, but I feel like he still has the same personality. Maybe that's why he said he was born to be sad...

http://kpopkfans.blogspot.com/2014/11/blind-item-of-male-idol-and-actress.html