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Sorry for using the name Thanos so much, I really forgot.

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⚠️ Aviso: Nada nesta fanfic é leve, escreverei uma parte 2 se vocês quiserem (Part 2 will definitely have +18 content.)

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Among the things I never imagined would happen in my life, entering a game for money was already unlikely enough. But running into my ex-boyfriend in the middle of all this? That surpassed every expectation. Ever since we broke up a few months ago, Thanos had simply disappeared, without warning or explanations. And now, as if "fate" had some sick sense of humor.

We broke up the moment he started using drugs. There was no way to stay close to someone like that, much less keep a relationship going. As difficult as it was, the breakup was the only possible choice. And now, out of nowhere, he reappears in this game... It's like the universe decided to test me one more time.

We were heading to the first game, and from afar, I saw Thanos talking to a woman. He was clearly flirting with her. I have to admit, she was really pretty. It was hard to tell whether she was enjoying it or just being polite. Curiosity got the better of me, and I moved closer, trying to hear what they were saying. But I kept a safe distance — close enough to catch the words, far enough not to be noticed.

As soon as we arrived at the place, we were greeted by the most bizarre sight possible: a giant doll. It looked like something out of a nightmare or a weird movie. I thought the whole thing was extremely strange, but I stayed quiet. I didn't know anyone there, and commenting on it seemed unnecessary.

Soon, the organizers explained the game. Red Light, Green Light. Seriously? That could only be some kind of bad joke.

My thoughts were interrupted by a guy who suddenly started screaming desperately. He said the game was deadly, that the doll had a sensor in its eyes capable of detecting any movement, and that whoever moved... well, would die.

I looked around, trying to understand whether he was losing his mind or if that was real. But deep down, an uncomfortable feeling told me it wasn't a joke.

The game started, and everyone began running whenever the doll announced it. It seemed simple, until, in the middle of the tense silence, I heard Thanos mumble something about a bee. It had landed on the neck of the woman he had been flirting with earlier. Out of instinct, she moved to shoo it away.

The dry sound of the gunshot came almost immediately, and her body fell to the ground. A thin trail of blood ran from the fatal wound in her head. I froze for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. This wasn't a normal game; it was exactly as the man had said.

Panic spread. Some people started running aimlessly, and the gunshots wouldn't stop. The screams echoed, mixed with the cold, repetitive sound of the doll singing.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my own panic, and decided to follow everything that man said. He seemed to understand how to survive. We organized ourselves in a line, each person using the body of the person in front to block smaller movements. And, by pure cruel irony, I ended up behind Thanos. The familiar scent of his perfume was irritatingly comforting, as if life before all this was still within reach.

As we moved forward, every step heavier than the last, I saw the real Thanos in action. He pushed people without the slightest hesitation, making them fall at the wrong moment and sealing their fates.

“Bye-bye.” — he said, with a cruel smile on his lips, as if all that was some fun game and not a massacre.

Hatred boiled inside me, but I knew I needed to control myself. I was right behind him, protected from any detection by the doll, and that was the only thing keeping me alive. Even so, I couldn't resist and murmured:

“My biggest wish right now is to do that to you.”

He stopped for a moment, his body tense, as if he recognized something. Without looking back, he answered, his voice filled with curiosity and a touch of sarcasm:

“That voice sounds familiar.”

Deep down, I was hoping with all my strength that he wouldn't turn his head to look at me. It would be one more trauma this macabre game would throw at me, and I didn't know if I could handle that right now.

Despite everything — the breakup, the silence, the contempt I had learned to cultivate for him — there was still something inside me that felt his presence. A feeling that made no sense, that I couldn't name, but it was there, uncomfortable and persistent.

And that was exactly what irritated me more than anything else. Because deep down, I wanted to hate him completely. I wanted him to be just another face in the middle of that chaos, someone I could ignore effortlessly. But he wasn't. He was Thanos. And that complicated everything.

The game finally ended, and we were taken back to the hall where we would stay. The atmosphere was a mix of tension and chaos. Some people screamed, demanding to leave that nightmare, while others argued about continuing, driven by desperation or greed.

I stayed at a distance, just watching. To me, it didn’t matter either way. Continuing or not seemed irrelevant, since, no matter what, all of this was a death sentence disguised as a choice.

Lost in my thoughts, I felt the mattress beside me sink slightly. My body went cold, and instinctively I turned my head to see who it was.

“Thanos.” I murmured when I saw him sitting there, a smug smile lighting up his face. He seemed amused by the small scare he had given me.

“You were always easy to scare, you know?” — he said, with that voice full of fake casualness.

I crossed my arms, trying to hide my uneasiness while my mind raced, trying to guess what he wanted. Because Thanos never did anything without a purpose. And at that moment, I knew I was about to find out what it was.

“So, you noticed my presence here, huh?” — he asked, still wearing that smile, as if we were in a normal situation and not inside a game where lives were thrown away like nothing.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to show the discomfort his closeness caused me.

“Hard not to notice, with you pushing people to die out there.” — I shot back, keeping my voice low but dripping with sarcasm.

He laughed, a sound that had always irritated me and, at the same time, disarmed me in a way I hated.

“Survival, love. Or do you think you’re getting out of here by being nice to everyone?”

My body tensed at hearing the word “love.” He had always known how to use the right words to throw me off balance, and I didn’t know if I was more irritated at him or at myself for still letting it affect me.

“If you came here to lecture me, save your time, Thanos.” — I cut him off, staring directly at him.

But he wasn’t shaken. If anything, he seemed even more entertained. And that only made me more intrigued. After all, what was his game now?

“You know what? Get out of here and go flirt with that woman’s corpse.” — I said impatiently, trying to push him away from me once and for all.

He let out a low laugh and, with that mischievous glint in his eyes, replied:

“Ah, I get it... You’re jealous, huh?”

I felt a tightness in my chest, not because it was jealousy, but because he had always known how to touch my insecurities. I took a deep breath, trying not to let him notice the reaction he still caused in me.

“Jealous?” — I laughed sarcastically. — “No, Thanos, what disgusts me is seeing you treat death like entertainment. It’s not jealousy, it’s disgust.”

He watched me for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether I was really being sincere or just trying to convince myself. But deep down, he knew there was still something there — and somehow, that seemed to satisfy him.

“Seriously though, I didn’t expect to find you here.” he said, and for the first time, I could see something in his eyes that wasn’t sarcasm or disdain, but raw sincerity.

The tone of his voice was different, deeper. He seemed to actually be talking about something more profound, more real, something beyond the game, the teasing, or our history. It caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond.

The Thanos I knew was never like this — always so confident, always with a smile ready. Now, there in front of me, he seemed... vulnerable, in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. And confused, I realized that maybe the game was affecting all of us more than I had imagined.

“Ah, and also... sorry for doing that in front of you.” Thanos said, calmer than I expected, as if he was genuinely regretful.

Those words caught me by surprise. What did he mean by “that”? The first thing that came to mind was the way he had acted during the game, pushing people without any remorse, but maybe it was something more. The regret in his voice seemed genuine, but I didn’t know if I was willing to believe it.

I looked at him, not knowing whether I should answer or simply let the silence speak for us. The Thanos I knew never apologized. But what was happening there seemed more like an attempt to cope with reality than an actual change.

“I can’t believe you.” — was all I managed to say.

“Oh my God, this atmosphere is so awkward. I’m gonna change that. Come here, give me a hug.” — he said jokingly, trying to ease the tension.

I looked at him, unsure whether he was being serious or just trying to change the direction of the conversation in his usual way.

I thought for a moment. He was still the Su Bong I knew, and that mixture of feelings, irony, and sincerity only left me more confused. But I knew exactly what he was doing: trying to disarm me, trying to make me lower my guard.

“No...” — I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

Mas desta vez, Thanos me surpreendeu.

“I’m serious, miss.” he said, his tone different, almost soft.

The old nickname he used to call me made my heart jump uncomfortably. It was as if, for a moment, we were back in the past, before everything fell apart. Before the drugs, the fights, the silence.

That disarmed me more than I wanted to admit.

Thanos leaned a little closer, opening his arms in an almost hesitant way.

“Can I?” — he asked quietly, clearly trying to manipulate me.

Olhei para ele, sem saber se ria da situação ou se deixava quebrar por um instante a barreira entre nós. Eu deveria ter me preocupado com outras coisas em vez de ficar pensando se deveria ou não abraçar esse idiota.

For an instant, I considered refusing, pushing him away with a sarcastic answer, but something in the way he looked at me made me hesitate.

“You’re so dramatic, Su Bong.” I murmured, trying to hide my discomfort, but before I could decide, I already felt his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

“I hate admitting this, but... I missed you.” he said, his voice lower, almost hesitant.

His words hit me like an unexpected punch.

For a moment, everything around us disappeared — the screams, the fear, the game. It was just me and him, and the weight of the past I kept trying to ignore.

I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to fight back, to throw in his face everything he had done, every time he had hurt me. But another part, the one I hated admitting still existed, felt my chest tighten at those words.

Thanos smiled, that slightly crooked smile.

“I guess this counts as a beginning, right?” — he said, with a faint attempt to joke, but with a tone that didn’t hide the seriousness behind the question.

I stared at him for a moment, thinking and feeling slightly embarrassed because of the other players staring at us.

“I don’t know if I want fresh starts...” — I answered.

He laughed softly, shaking his head.

!18+, having sex in her bed while everyone is sleeping (even if they are sleeping, I'm still putting this warning because I know some people might feel uncomfortable). Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Profanity. (English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes) ────୨ৎ────

Despite different games each day, everything felt the same. You were in a strange room, surrounded by strangers who bore unsettling resemblances to you. You lost count of how many times you flinched or cried, watching bullets tear through people, their strangled screams a final plea to the relentless guards.Blood splattered your cheek, a chilling sensation on your sweaty skin. Somehow, you survived. You questioned your right to happiness, wondering if remorse was more appropriate, but dismissed the thought as useless for survival. Leaving with enough money was your sole priority.You quickly settled into bed, pulling the blanket over yourself. Sleep was your only comfort; everything else was a distraction—including the purple-haired demon before you. You never intended to get involved with other competitors, but one thing led to another, and you found yourself in the arms of Thanos, who always knew the right words."Thanos... go away," you murmured. Across the dark room, he tilted his head, drawing closer. "Come on, don't be like that... I'm just checking on you."You desperately needed sleep. "I'm fine, now go to your bed—""And... I'm cold too."Turning your back, you ignored his groan. "Put on your jacket... just let me sleep." But Thanos wasn't one to give up. His fingers brushed your blanket, his lips hovering over your ear. "Can't we share some warmth? You wouldn't want me to freeze, right?"His words were always tempting. You gave in just to make him quiet. You lifted the blanket, and he climbed in, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "You have to leave before dawn," you whispered. He hummed, his lips tracing your skin. The extra warmth was comforting, allowing you to finally relax.Then, a thumb brushed the waistband of your pants. "Thanos..""Hmm?""Don't mess with me—what are you doing?"He smiled, his thumb sliding under your shirt. "Nothing... yet.""We should be sleeping!"He placed a teasing finger on your lips. "Don't wake the others, Señorita." His lips brushed yours. "This will help you sleep better. Erasing all your worries." His hand moved under the blanket, fingers under your underwear, caressing you. You let out a strangled gasp as he spread you open.When your lips parted, his covered them in a gentle kiss. Your legs opened as you felt him on your clitoris. He applied perfect pressure, making you see stars. Struggling to keep your voice down, you gasped, teeth biting your lip as a finger sank into your wetness."I wish I could see..." he whispered. You groaned as a second finger joined, opening you deeper. His thumb returned to your clitoris, rubbing dizzying circles. You were trembling, heart pounding with anxiety that someone might wake up, but the pain of the day vanished under his touch.The thrusts were perfect. Your eyes rolled back as the ferocity increased. "Oh, all this tightness... you're close, aren't you?" He curled his fingers, hearing your muffled sounds turn into a small cry. Your nails dragged across his tattooed hand. Your mind blurred as he whispered, "How about I try it, huh? Want to cum all over my mouth, beautiful?"Thanos pulled his hand out and crawled underneath the blanket. You felt him pulling your pants down, and as his lips found you, all hope was lost. Your head hit the pillow, hand over your mouth to morder even harder. His tongue slid through your wet center, circling your bud before pulling it between his lips to suck.Muffled gasps pushed against your skin, hips rising as you brought him closer. The peak approached too quickly. You weren't just a number anymore; you were simply you, moaning unrestrainedly."Pretty girl, don't hold back for me now," he whispered against you. His mouth clung to you, drinking your release. He praised your taste with a sloppy moan before licking you clean.Satisfied, he poked his head out from the blanket. "Viu, it helped. You can barely keep your eyes open."You let out a soft sigh. "Are you going to let me sleep now?"He smiled gently. "Of course. Good night, señorita."

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