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a — aftercare

at first, he didn't get it; he used to just hop right on his phone or go shower alone because that's what he did with one-night stands. but after you yelled at him and told him you felt completely ignored, he changed. now, you two always shower together to wash the sweat off. he even presses soft, sweet kisses to your lips right after you give him head, holding you close against his chest while the water runs.

b — body part (his & yours)

his: his neck and his hair. he loves when you gently suckle on his neck to hold him still, or when you rough up that messy purple hair. physically steering him around by his hair completely breaks his composure and forces him to submit.

yours: he loves tits. he likes smacking your ass, sure, but he genuinely thinks guys who prefer ass are gay because tits are what make women special to him. size or shape doesn't matter at all—he is entirely obsessed with them, and he'll rest his head right on your chest to fall asleep.

c — cum

he honestly doesn't cum a massive amount, mostly because he can't go more than a few days without sex, so his body never actually has time to refill. at the very beginning of your relationship, he was so obsessed with the idea of filling you up that he practically begged you to get on some type of birth control just so he could do it without worrying.

d — dirty talk

thanos definitely knows how to choose his words, especially when his voice drops into that low, deep, gravelly register. he loves praising you when you're doing good, but he'll just as easily degrade you and call you a bad girl when he's taking control. but the second he's the one being bad and switching, he's the one begging you to touch him, breathlessly repeating, "yes, senorita," or "please, just tell me what to do."

e — experience

he's had a few partners and plenty of one-night stands from his rising-star days, so he absolutely has experience and knows exactly how to please a woman. however, he is completely inexperienced with submission. being the one on his knees is entirely new to him, which is why he gets so easily overwhelmed, flustered, and incredibly reactive to your simplest commands.

f — frequency

sex is his ultimate stress relief from the industry. you two do it constantly, and whenever he gets high, his stamina gets weirdly erratic—he’ll want to go multiple rounds back-to-back, chasing the physical high until he completely crashes.

g — grooming & body hair

his own grooming is always clean, but the carpet definitely doesn't match the drapes (his natural hair color down there is dark, obviously, not purple). when it comes to you, he literally does not care about your body hair at all. he always shrugs and says a real man isn't scared of hiking in the forest anyway.

h — hair (pulling)

he loves having his hair pulled when you're controlling him, but he also loves the exact opposite—the soft, gentle strokes you give him when he's been a good, obedient boy. when he's the one topping and taking you from the back, though? his fingers are tangled firmly in your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your face.

i — intimacy

before you, he never saw sex as intimate—it was just a fun, physical activity to pass the time. but after meeting you, it became deeply emotional, even if his ego tries to pretend it isn't. because he's so paranoid about people using him for fame or money, being completely bare and helpless under your touch is the only time he feels entirely safe and seen for who choi su-bong actually is.

j — jealousy

absolutely insane. if he sees another guy looking at you in public, he instantly switches into his toxic, aggressive rapper persona—clamping his arm around you, glaring them down, and marking his territory. but the exact second you lock the apartment door, that jealousy flips into terrifying insecurity. he'll practically crawl to you on the bed, burying his face in your lap and whining, begging you to remind him that he's the only one you actually want.

k — kink

verbal degradation (directed at him) and intense physical restraint. he gets off so hard on you telling him how pathetic and desperate he looks while he's begging on the mattress, especially when you tell him he isn't allowed to move his hands from the bed. he also has a low-key piss kink, getting incredibly turned on by the absolute vulnerability of it (it's canon, argue w the wall)

l — location

he loves the comfort of your bed, but he also loves the challenge of tight, tight spaces—specifically the back seat of his car. his absolute favorite thing is looking at the windows when they get completely fogged up from the heat, using his finger to write both of your names inside a messy heart on the glass.

m — marks

he wants your marks all over him, especially where people can see them. he’ll proudly wear a hickey on his neck to a studio session like a badge of honor, flexing to his crew that someone completely owns him at home. flip the script, and he loves leaving deep, red marks all over your chest and tits so he knows you're marked by him, too.

n — naughty

when he’s in his dominant mood, he likes taking what he wants without asking. he’ll pull you onto his lap mid-conversation, pin your hands behind your back, and make you take him right then and there just to remind you that he can still be a menace when he wants to be.

o — oral (giving & receiving)

giving: he loooooves eating you out. when it's the person he actually loves, he gets so much pride out of making you lose your mind. he’ll grip your thighs with white knuckles to hold them completely still when they start shaking from the pleasure, and he loves looking up to see your juices and saliva completely mixed together, dripping down his chin.

receiving: he is just as obsessed with receiving, but he loves when you edge him—bringing him right to the brink until his voice cracks and he's whining for you to just let him finish.

p — pace

it’s totally mutual and depends on the day. sometimes it’s fast, frantic, and desperate because you’re both feeding off each other's chaotic energy, and other times it's slow, heavy, and agonizingly deep when he's switching and needs to feel every single second of surrendering to you.

q — quickie

he is a massive fan of quickies, especially right before a big event or right before leaving the house. it happens all the time when his schedule is fully booked; he’ll pin you against the front door or the hallway wall for a fast, dirty round just to get the edge off before he has to go be "thanos" for the day.

r — risk

he does not give a single fuck about getting caught. he would easily pull you into the bathroom at a crowded industry function or bend you over the hood of his car in a dark parking lot. he's even made you wear a remote-controlled vibrator out in public, keeping the remote in his pocket and pressing the button while you're trying to talk to people just to watch your eyes go wide.

s — stamina

honestly, it's pretty low. he barely lasts when he's inside you. back in the day with random girls, he never cared about his partner's satisfaction, but with you, his anxiety makes him paranoid about not being good enough. because he knows he finishes fast, he always makes sure to eat you out or finger you until you come at least once before he even puts it in. the only exception is when his substance use kicks in—drugs make him chase his own manic high, making him totally forget about yours until he snaps out of it.

t — toys

he used to see toys as a total threat and direct competition because he knew he couldn't last long. he actually got super pissed off and threw a tantrum when he found a rose vibrator in your drawer for the first time. but everything changed once you showed him how he could use it to torture you; now he loves using it to edge you and make you beg.

u — unfair (teasing)

he absolutely loves to tease you when he’s top-domming. he’ll hover right over your clit or slip inside just a millimeter, pulling back the second you whine or try to pull him closer. he’ll smirk down at you, totally ignoring your hands gripping his hips, telling you that you haven't been good enough to get the rest of him yet.

v — voice

loud and erratic at first, but once he submits, his voice drops to a shaky, raspy whisper. hearing him choke on his own breath while trying to say "please" is the best part. (canon, the fight against inho says it all)

w — wild card

his weirdly intense eye contact. whether he’s dominant and pinning you down, or submissive and staring up at you from his knees, he will lock eyes with you and refuse to look away. it’s like he’s trying to burn the image of you into his brain, completely hypnotized by the fact that you’re the only person who holds this much power over him.

x — x-ray

he's definitely above average, leaning heavily on the bigger/thicker side. he’s circumcised with no curve to it at all. the shaft is a smooth skin tone, but the tip is a distinct, flush pinkish color that leans more toward a deep rose shade when he’s hard. it’s not overly veiny, and his balls are heavy, smooth, and sit tight against him when he’s close to blowing.

y — yearnings

constant and deeply physical. even when you two are just doing normal household things, he will randomly lean his pelvis heavily against your hip or squeeze your tits from behind while you’re cooking, completely unable to keep his hands off you for more than an hour without craving that sexual connection.

z — zzz

He first saw you mingling with the group of girls you showed up with, immediately partaking in the drinks that were laid out on the lavish granite counter. You were in a short, little, sleeveless dress that hugged your curves in the most sinful way, one that was low cut and left little up to the imagination. Every time you giggled, the doughy flesh of your breasts would spill out even more from the tight fabric of the dress. Oh yeah, you got his attention alright.

He watched like a hawk from across the room, not even listening to the group of fanboys that were asking him about an upcoming album. You seemed meeker than your friends, as soon as your group finished a round of shots and your friends quickly scouted out men to flirt with, you didn’t. You were not going straight to a man to dance on or to leach off of like the group you showed up with, but to the corner of the living room. You made yourself comfy on the couch, paying no mind to the couple a few feet away from you damn near fucking on the couch.

He wanted you. He scouted you out and he wasn’t going to call it a good night until he got you in his bed and got to fuck you. He doesn’t even excuse himself from the group of fanboys that were talking to him, he just pushes past them and slowly makes his way over to the couch in the living room- eyes still trained on you.

He watches as you reached into your cleavage, pulling out a blunt from the inside of your dress. Thanos smirked and raised an eyebrow, you were definitely interesting. His eyes follow as you seem to look around looking for something- probably a lighter. And he takes this as the perfect opportunity to make his move.

You were looking around aimlessly, hoping to maybe catch someone’s eye nearby that had a lighter but it didn’t seem like you were going to be in luck. To your left was a couple shoving their tongues in each others mouth and to your right was a group of men standing up near the couch that were too drunk to even comprehend what the other was saying let alone understand you if you asked for a lighter…yep…looks like you were out of luck.

You pouted to yourself and were about to shove the blunt back into the top of your dress for safe keeping-You could smoke it when you got home- when the couch sinks with the weight of someone sitting down next to you. You don’t even have time to look towards the person who sat down because you jump a little when suddenly a spark of red in orange is in front of your face. It’s the flame of a lighter.

“Looked like you could use some help, couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go without a light.” A gravely voice is saying to you. You turn to your side and are met face to face with a man with purple hair. His grin was suave, he’s leaning towards you like he knows you’d be interested.

You quirk up an eyebrow and smile, “Oh, how could I ever repay you, my knight in shining armor.” You say sarcastically with a giggle. You bring the blunt up to your lips and lean it into the flame of the lighter. You take a couple puffs, making sure it’s properly lit. You’re leaning back from the lighter as he flicks it off. “You can let me get a hit of that and grace me with your name, Señorita.” The man says with a purr laced in his voice, scooting closer to you on the couch so your thighs were touching.

He was attractive…baggy clothes- a bright colored shirt and jeans. His nails were each painted a different color, hands tattooed. You can’t help the way your eyes trail up the thick black line that runs from his finger up his arm. And you couldn’t lie, the purple hair definitely worked for him. He exuded an overconfident, brazenness that only served to do him more favors. You weren’t oblivious though, you knew his type and he thought he would talk his way into your pants and ruin you. But you wanted to give him a run for his money. You wanted to ruin him.

Your grin widens, you’ll bite. You share your name, leaning more into him, making sure he can feel your thighs really touching his. “…but, I don’t share with strangers, so I’ll need your name if you want your other reward Mr. Knight.” You say after giving him your own name, your words ending with a giggle- you were going to make him think like he had the upper hand here. You knew who he was, you showed up to his after party; but you didn’t want to give him all of that satisfaction.

“Well that’s not really fair,-” he begins, “I don’t play fair” you cut him off with a sweet smile like you didn’t just interrupt him. He laughs, eyebrow lifting up inquisitively. You really got his attention now. His large hand coming to rest on your thigh, fingers lightly pressing into the flesh. “Ohhh~” He says in a sing-song tone, watching as you take another hit of the blunt he helped light. “I like you, you’re fun.” He coos. You smile around the blunt, shrugging as if you’re saying ‘oh, it’s nothing, really!’.

“Names Thanos, beautiful. The legend, Thanos.” He says, emphasizing his own name, proving your earlier observation that he seemed cocky. In some weird way, that made you just want him more. You want to see him come apart from your doing. You tilt your head like you’re questioning him but your smile widens. “See wasn’t so hard was it, Thanos?” You purr, making sure to emphasize his name with your sultry tone as you pass him the blunt.

As he takes a hit he lets out a low growl, his hand gripping your thigh tighter. When he exhales smoke is pouring out his mouth as he talks, “I could get used to hearing you say my name, sweet thing.” His hand moving higher up on your thigh, thumb slipping under the fabric of the dress that’s at your mid-thigh just the slightest bit. “Hmm, could you now?” You muse, acting like you’re not catching on to his advances.

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty girl…I know I could make you feel real good…you know I could too.” He says, taking another hit before leaning closer to you, his nose running along the column of your neck as he passes the blunt into your hand. You hate that he makes you falter but his breath fanning against your pulse point and his hand sliding up to your inner thigh makes your mind go blank for a moment. You pull the blunt up to your lips and take your next hit, hoping the weed will calm you down a bit.

He begins to place small kisses along the expanse of your neck, trailing down to your shoulder then back up again. As you exhale your hit he’s kissing up your jaw. Turning your head the slightest bit, you nudge his face up a bit and connect your lips with his. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your lips when you feel him falter now. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss, he thought he was in charge here.

He regains his composure back quickly, falling into a heated rhythm against your lips. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you into him. It’s so hungry and damn near depraved, as if neither of you had touched another human being in ages. You don’t give a single fuck about any of the party goers around you, you’re kissing him eagerly. It’s full of spit and tongue- neither of you would have it any other way.

His hands are all over you, you’re having to strategically hold your hand with the blunt out to make sure you don’t burn anything or either of you. He’s grabbing at your body over your dress, moaning into your mouth anytime he gets a handful. You two part from the kiss breathless and connected by a string of mixed saliva. Thanos is practically picking you up off the couch to put you into a standing position. “I got a place we can go, Baby…I need to feel you…” he’s growling as he pulls you back into him by your waist, connecting you two in a quick messy kiss once again.

You giggle into the kiss, pushing on his chest with your hand that doesn’t have the blunt. “Well, ya gotta take me there first. Can’t do that if I have your tongue down my throat can we?” You joke, batting your eyes up at him. He can feel the blood rush to his cock, something about you just makes him feel like a feral dog. He needs you. He feels like if he doesn’t get the opportunity to fuck you he may die. His cock is throbbing in his jeans and you haven’t even touched him yet. He’s grabbing your wrist and leading you down some hallways, down a staircase and into what looks like a music studio.

When the door shuts behind you, he’s on you once again. He finds your lips with ease, almost like he’s devouring you. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past your lips and licking around the entirety of your mouth. His kiss is intoxicating, it has you whining into his mouth and gripping at the fabric of his shirt. His large hands are on your ass, groping and squeezing as he pulls you into him. You can feel his erection against your lower stomach and it only makes you whine even more. When you two pull away for air he’s looking down at you like you’re a work of art- your face flushed, hair tousled the slighted bit, looking up at him through your thick lashes and your lips wet with his spit- it’s truly a sight to behold.

You smile, raising your hand up to his lips and placing the blunt in his mouth. You’re lightly shoving him backwards, trying to guide him to the couch that you spotted when you first came into the room. He chuckles, his hand reaching up to take the blunt from you and inhale. He walks backwards, parting away from you. He makes his way over to the couch and sits down, all while his eyes never leave yours.

He’s leaned back on the couch in the room, legs spread wide, blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He’s expecting you to come sit nice n’ pretty on his lap. Letting him take the lead. But you surprise him. You’re walking over to him, placing your hands on his thighs and slowly lowering yourself on your knees in between his legs.

“Oh? Eager are we?” He rasps with a low chuckle, looking down at you with a twisted grin on his lips- it’s cute, you think, he still believes he has the upper hand here. “Mhm…” you hum out, fingernails digging lightly into his jean clad thighs. You lean down, holding his gaze as you bring your face oh so close to the tent that’s forming in his pants. “But you aren’t one to talk, are you?” You say, a wicked grin on your lips.

This was the first instance where Thanos got a feeling that he was in over his head. He could feel the feeling of your lips ghost over his erection as you spoke. You were looking up at him like a siren trying to lure him into the depths of the sea. He chokes on the smoke of the blunt a bit, coughing out and trying to cover it with a chuckle. “Can you blame me?” He rasps, regaining his composure and shifting on the couch trying to thrust his hips towards your face.

You somehow read him too well, you move back so he doesn’t get the friction he desires. You tilt your head teasingly, letting out a giggle and sitting back on your heels. “I suppose I can’t…” you coo out, your hands running up his thighs and trailing up his torso. You can feel how his stomach clenches under your touch, only more proof he is more affected by you than he lets on.

His head kicks back against the couch, a sigh escaping his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He assumes you’ll continue your ministrations, feel him up desperately like the many women he’s been with before….but the feeling stops. You’re standing up a bit to lean forward and take the blunt out of his hands.

His head whips up, he’s looking at you first with a hint of desperation but he catches himself, he twists his expression into a smooth, suave, shit-eating grin. You can’t have that. Guess you have to work a bit harder.

You put the blunt to your lips with one hand, the other hand trails down his stomach and begins to dance along the button of his jeans. He draws in a sharp breath and trains his eyes on your hand, watching excitedly as your manicured nails fall to the bulge in his pants. The feather light touches that caress his throbbing cock makes his heart jump in his chest. And when he turns his eyes up to look at you and he sees your wild smirk and the smoke falling from your plump lips- he really begins to think he might have met his match.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your hands away from him completely. You hit the blunt again, slowly, dragging out the whole process. Thanos wishes he had his phone handy, he wanted to take a picture; the visual of you sat all pretty on your knees between his legs, hitting the blunt and looking up at him through your thick lashes like some vixen- it was a real work of art. There was just one issue…your hands weren’t on him.

He looks at you incredulously, almost irritated. “Hm?” You hum out around the blunt, “I’m busy hitting the blunt…my blunt…” you remind him, the blunt you were both smoking- the one he was also hitting, was yours. He didn’t put up for it or even roll it so he truly couldn’t argue with you for smoking it. “My hands are a little busy…you could help me out…” you say, nodding towards his pants, pointing towards the button and zipper.

“Shouldn’t you do it? Unwrap your gift?” Thanos teases back, rolling his hips up to emphasize the very large tent in his pants. Ohhhhh, he was so cocky. You bite your lip and shrug, “hmm, but my hands are so busy..” you say, one hand holding the blunt the other lying idly on your plush thigh. He scoffs and nods towards your hand on your thigh, “Ya only need one hand for the blunt and one for my pants, sweets.” He purrs out, looking at you with heavy eyes and a lazy smirk. He was definitely a delicious man but you weren’t going to give in so easily.

Your hand on your thigh picks up, caressing your waist over the fabric of your dress. Your hand gropes at your own breast, squeezing the flesh and massaging it in your hands as you bring the blunt back up to your lips and inhale. As you exhale your hit, this smoke cascading out of your nose and lips, your fingers grip at the neck line of your dress- pulling down.

You can see the way his breath genuinely catches in his chest- his breathing completely halting as he waits expectantly to see the perfect set of tits he knows is hiding behind the fabric of your dress. “I mean I said my hands were busy…but if you want me to stop what I’m doing to mess with the button n’ zipper you could undo f’me…” you coo, your words accompanied by a playful tilt of your head, eyebrows upturned to feign a saddened expression; worst of all, your hand paused on your dress, the fabric pulled down almost enough to reveal your perky nipples- but it wasn’t enough.

You can’t help the laugh that comes from you when you watch as he scrambles to work his pants open, nearly jumping off the couch. “N-no! I can do it!” He calls out a little too excitedly, his painted nails fumble with the button, he’s chuckling and clearing his throat to try and cover up his eagerness. “Keep doin’ what you were doin’, pretty. I don’ wanna stop you.” Thanos encouraged, his voice back to the same smug tone and carries that cocky aura that you want so desperately to break.

You wait for him to free his cock out of his boxers and jeans. When he does you see exactly why he has such a pompous, cocky aura- he has the cock to go with it. It’s thick, long, and has a mean curve to it that you know would reach all the right places. Biting your bottom lip, you nod in approval, your hand on your dress pulling the neckline down all the way. The fabric of the dress bunches under your breasts, allowing the doughy flesh to fully be revealed to his hungry eyes.

“Fucking hell…ain’t you just a sight…” he murmurs, words barely audible as he looks at your tits. Just when he thought the view couldn’t get better, it did. You sat so prettily in between his knees, perfect tits on display, thick thighs splayed out as you kneeled on the floor. The corner of your lips twitch up when you see his cock twitch against his stomach at the sight of you. “Was gonna ask if you like what you see…” your voice trails off as you lean in closer to him, warm breath fanning over the underside of his cock. It twitches at the sensation, his abdomen tightening as he swallows a groan, “…but seems like you’re already tellin’ me the answer.” You purr, eyes flicking up from his cock to lock with his, making sure he knows you see every reaction he has towards you.

“‘M a man with a pretty girl…with the most perfect set of tits…” he drawls out, reaching down with one hand to grab at one of your breasts, molding the flesh in his hands. Your smile only widens when his cock jumps once more when he feels you in his hands. “…sitting in front of me…of course my dicks gonna be hard, sweetness…’s all for you.” He says, pulling his hand away from your breast and leaning back on the couch. His hips shift up, trying to drag his cock along your lips.

But you move back.

You can see the way his eyebrows knit together in desperation before he is chuckling. “Aren’t you just a little minx?” Thanos says, staring down at you with red tinted eyes and a wicked grin, his arms sprawled lackadaisically against the back of the couch. You tilt your head and shrug, letting out a small hum as you bring the blunt up to your lips and take another hit. You hold it a minute before letting it go, then you’re moving closer to him once more, both your hands running up his thighs, “I have no idea what you mean…just didn’t wanna waste the blunt.” You say as you lower your face inches away from his cock, parting your lips like you were gonna take him in your mouth- but you don’t- you snake your way up his body, leveling your face with his.

You bring your hand with the blunt up to his lips and nod to it. “C’mon don’t let it go to waste.” You tease. His lips wrap around the blunt, taking it from you. With your hands now free you run them up and down his thighs once more as you settle yourself in a comfortable position. When your warm hand wraps around the base of his cock his sucking in a sharp breath and sucking in more smoke than he intended. He composes himself and stifles his coughs, eyes focused intently on the way your hand wraps around him as he blows out his hit.

You don’t move though, and when he looks up from the view he’s bee graced with to meet your eyes once more, he thinks your gaze alone could make him cum. You’re already looking directly at him, eyes hooded and tinged such a pretty red, a hungry primal desire swirling in your gaze. Your head nods towards the blunt, “It’s puff, puff, pass…ya gotta take another hit, silly.” You say so sweetly, so innocently- his mind feels fuzzy. He can do nothing but obey you, bringing his hand back up to his lips and inhaling a shaky hit of the bitter plant. You smile, like you’ve accepted an offering he’s given you, and your lips part.

He chokes on his hit when the first thing you do isn’t lick a stripe up his cock or kiss the tip like so many of the other girls he’s got with before but you hover over him, hold your hair back, purse your lips and spit down onto the head of his cock. It’s lewd and messy, the warmth of your spit dripping down onto his throbbing cock has his hips jerking up in your hand.

Your head tilts back up to look at him, like you’re mocking him for his reaction. And you are. You grin wide at him, dropping your tongue out of your mouth to drop even more spit messily down his cock. “F-fucking C-christ..” Thanos shudders out, his hand raising shakily to his lips to hit the blunt once more, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he takes a drag. When he exhales he opens his eyes and locks his eyes with yours. “Fucking nasty aren’t you?” He chides, trying to regain his composure.

You hold his gaze, squeezing the base of his thick cock in your fist before you begin to twist your wrist up and down his length oh-so-strategically. “You have no fucking idea….” You coo in a low voice, looking at him like he’s your prey. Oh yeah, he’s in over his head. You have him completely wrapped around your finger.

“Lemme get a hit real quick, yeah?” You say, your voice an insanely drastic innocent, sweet tone that has his mind spinning again. He doesn’t understand how you can switch from such a vixen to a cute innocent thing in a matter of seconds. You’re leaning forward, hand still working up and down his dick, looking at his hand expectantly. When he raises his hand to your lips to hold the blunt for you, you’re laughing around it as you take a hit when you feel each frantic jerk and shake of his hand as he tries to keep himself sane as you’re jerking him off in a way he’s never felt before.

Everytime your hand makes its way to the tip of his cockhead, manicured thumb running over his weeping slit before going to massage right under his tip, he thinks he’s going insane. You have to be some succubus that was summoned from some otherworldly realm, maybe you put some aphrodisiac in the blunt- he didn’t know, all he could think about was how fucking good your hand felt wrapped around him.

You take a drag and pull back, holding the hit in and smirking at him. He can see the mischievous glint in your eyes, he knows you’re about to make him see stars. In an instant, you’re sinking your mouth down onto him, nearly swallowing his cock to the base, the thick trail of smoke from the hit you took flowing out your nose. To top it all off, you didn’t cough once. And you’re immediately working your soft, pillowy lips up and down his cock.

“F-fucking hell, oh my g-god!” The purple haired man is choking out, hand flying to the back of your head and gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “N-nasty fu- hah! Fucking bitch.” He groans, head tilting to the side ever so slightly to get a better view of you taking his dick in your mouth.

You’re sinking down onto him nearly all the way off the bat, taking him into the warm, inviting tightness that was your throat. A choked sound reverberates through the room- and it wasn’t from you. Thanos has no idea what planet you spawned from but it couldn’t be from earth. Your mouth, you were making his balls tighten in ways he has never felt. You’re swallowing around him and moaning, the vibrations doing nothing to help him keep his composure.

Your eyes meet his, and you even wink at him as you take him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue works along his girth in ways he can’t even comprehend. He can feel himself about to cum, it’s embarrassingly quick. “H-hah…why d-don’t you slow down, y-yeah.” He’s gasping out in a pathetic attempt to seem cocky- like he was still the one in charge.

You pull off of him in a mess of spit and look up at him with a teasing smile. Your mouth is covered in strings of your saliva, connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing cock. “What? Can’t take it?” You chide as your hand still works up and down his veiny length, every twist of your wrist has his hips frantically jerking up to meet your movements.

Thanos sucks in a heavy breath, looking down at you like you were some goddess that he’s hallucinating; maybe those pills he popped before the party were stronger than he thought. “O-oh I can take it pretty…” he hums, his words shaky, a tattooed hand reaching down to cup you jaw, thumb gliding over your bottom lip, smearing the spit on your lips around. “Jus’ wanna savor it is all. Want ya’ to really feel every inch”

You smile wider, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking the digit between your soft lips and twirling your tongue around it. Your eyes never leave his, you haven’t broken eye contact once. A sound akin to a growl reverberates in his chest as he looks down at you, god you were dangerous.

You make a show out of releasing his finger out of your mouth. Another groan is ripped from his lips at the sight, watching with a hunger filled gaze as you drool down onto his cock, using your hand to spread the wetness along his length expertly- still never breaking eye contact. Oh, you were going to kill him before the night was over.

You sink back down into him, but this time, so very slowly. And when you start to do what he asked so nicely for, he realizes he made a mistake. It makes every moment you make so much more intense, you’re inching down on him, sucking him in before pulling back at a leisurely pace. Thanos his heaving heavy breaths, his stomach clenching sporadicly every time you take more of him into the warm haven that was your mouth. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth, he’s letting out soft, shaky groans, eyes observing the mess of spit that collects on his pelvis from you sucking him off.

“F-fuck your mouth feels so good.” He hisses out, head pushing you down more. You’re knitting your eyebrows together and letting out a muffled ‘hmpf’ around his cock that has him letting off a choked sound. You’re pulling off and the whine that’s ripped from his lips when your warm mouth pulls away from his hefty cock is downright sinful, it has your pussy throbbing. “You told me to go slow. I was going slow….” You purr out, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“Okay! ‘M sorry baby, please…I know you can take it…wanna see you take it all” he pleads, hand scratching gently at your scalp like he’s petting a cat, trying to sweeten you up. “You’re right…I can.” You say with a teasing smile, wrapping your lips around his pink tip. You suck him greedily, tongue lapping at his weeping slit that continuously drips pre-cum. His head is falling back on the couch and he’s groaning a broken string of curses and your name.

You don’t waste time, you give him exactly what he wants- you slide down his cock and swallow around him. He lets out a gasp and surges further into your mouth when he feels his cockhead slip past the tight ring of your throat. You’re gagging and choking around him, but you don’t pull away- you take it. And when he manages to get the strength to open his eyes and pick his head back up to look down at you, he’s greeted by a beautiful sight. Your makeup has been smeared, tears are collecting in your lashes making them clump into groups, your face is covered in spit and your lips are stretched so wide around his cock.

The hand not holding your head comes down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the area where his cock vapes your mouth. “T-taking me so fucking well, fucking hell, your mouth f-feels so fuckin good..” he babbles out, hips thrusting up into your mouth, making you choke and gag more around him, “mhmmm, that’s it…” he muses down at you through gritted teeth, “messy fuckin’ girl.” He’s practically growling like an animal now.

And you just take it, eyes looking up at him so prettily, still tinted red and heavy lidded from the weed, choking on his cock as you eagerly take more of him into your mouth. “Y-you g-gunna let me cum in your mouth?” He questions, his eyebrows upturned as if he’s trying to not blow his load in that exact moment. You nod, as best as you can with his cock in your throat, and let out a muffled ‘mhm!’.

“Ohmygod…fuck!” He nearly yells, “such a good fuckin’ cocksucker.”

You pull your hands off his thighs and put them behind your back, sinking down fully until your nose brushes the trimmed hairs on his pelvis. He’s letting out a choked moan of your name, it’s probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. His head kicks back once more and both his hands come up to cover his face. You can see the way his thighs tense and untense rapidly, you’re sure if he’s s shoes were off you could see his toes curling.

You flatten your tongue out, the tip of it coming out of your mouth, sinking him deeper into the salvation that was your throat as your tongue laps at his balls. You’re intentionally letting out more moans, gags, and choked coughs around his dick, adding to the spit that dirties his balls, pelvis, and surely the couch under him.

You’re pulling back for air quickly, only to return to sucking on his tip, hand working what wasn’t in your mouth at the moment. Your other hand finds purchase on his balls, cupping them and massaging them in your hand. He drops one of his hands from his face, he’s biting the palm of the other- you’re sure his eyes are starting to water now. “Fuck, y-you’re hah! You’re gonna suck me dry s-sweetheart.” He’s panting out, his face his flushes red and the hand that’s not up near his face is gripping the large cross locket he wore like he was trying to pray to whatever Devine intervention that occurred within the world, thanking whatever it was for bringing him the gift that was you.

You moan around him, taking more of him in and removing your hand from his shaft, like you’re just encouraging him to make a mess of your throat- you are. “‘M about to fucking cum..” Thanos rasps, his hand both flying to the back of your head to push you down his cock. You’re letting out a choked moan and gagging around him, it only makes him chuckle. “Yeaahhhh that’s it, take it allll in, I know you can fit it.” He drawls out, fucking his cock deeper into your throat.

You look up at him so sweetly, begging for him to paint your throat white. Your tongue works eagerly against him, tracing each vein it could reach like you’re trying to memorize them. When you do that, it’s over for him. He’s pushing you all the way down so your nose presses against his happy trail once again and cumming harder than he thinks he’s ever cum before.

“F-fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod!” He chokes out as he’s painting your throat white, his eyes were fighting themselves to stay open and not roll to the back of his skull so he can imprint the image of you, swallowing his cum, nose pressed to his pelvis, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, in his mind forever. “So fuckin’ good, swallow it all…yeahhh there ya go.” he growls, holding you down. When he feels your throat constrict around him as you greedily swallow down everything he has to offer, he’s seeing white.

His head falls to the side to rest on his shoulder then roll to rest on the back of the couch, chest heaving. His hands drop from your head. He expects you to pull off of him, to sit back and bask in the mess you made of him. But you were never one to be predictable, he should have known that in the little time he’s had with you.

You only slide half way off of him, your mouth continuing to suck. The electric-like jolt that runs through his body is almost comical. You are genuinely sucking everything he has to offer out of him. “E-easy baby…g-gotta give me a minute.” He huffs out, breathless and shaking. You slide off him agonizingly slow, his body damn near vibrating the entire time.

“Awhhh” you coo mockingly, it makes his softening dick jump pathetically. Just your teasing voice alone, breath still fanning his cock makes him start to grow hard once more, it’s nearly painful with how overstimulated he was. “You’re no fun…” you pout up at him, “You mean to tell me I already sucked you dry?” You say with a playful tilt of your head as you begin to stand up off the floor.

You wipe the corners of your mouth from the spit and cum that soaked your face. You bring the fingers you used to clean yourself up to your lips and suck them into your mouth, tasting the debauched mixture. Thanos looks at you with blown pupils and a flushed face. “I don’t think I’ve never had head like that…” he breathes out with a lazy, blissful grin. “Well, the night’s just getting started.” You hum, straddling him in one quick motion.

When he feels the heat of your cunt he hisses and looks down. Your short dress has long since ridden up giving him a perfect view of your pussy. “No panties? You dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He says, with a hungry lilt to his voice. His cock, now semi-erect twitches against your puffy cunt, already becoming soaked with your arousal. “S-such a pretty pussy…” he says, still trying to catch his breath, his lip becoming caught between his teeth as he stares at the near angelic sight before him.

“What was that about needing a minute?” You tease, looking down at his cock, the tip leaking another round of pre-cum. “Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, still not wanting to admit just how fucked out you got him by some head. His hands come to grip your hips, “imma need your number and imma take you out on a date sometime, now c’mon..” he says with a dopey smile, “face down ass up, I wanna see your ass bounce against me, pretty girl.” He rambles as he laughs, pushing you by the shoulder so you’re lightly falling to the side onto the plush couch and he’s working quickly- manipulating you onto all fours, all while you’re giggling.

He didn’t care if it was his after party he was missing. All the party goers could do without his attendance for a little while longer. He thought he would never get bored of you. And he wasn’t right !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy, babe.” He murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wyd tonight? lets meet up

idk. maybe.

u look good in that dress

thanks 

u miss me or nah?

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

stop 

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

just drop it

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

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

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

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

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

dont act like u didnt want it

u looked so good like that

we both kno u liked it

u better stop ignoring me

u know i could ruin u, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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