#it's the “i just read something SO. GOOD i wanna make something like it but if i give in to the temptations I'll just end up copying” effect

[flaminhotlili]

you make me wanna blush.

synopsis — telling your lads boyfriends that you have a crush on them <3

warnings — just disgusting fluff i fear

featuring — xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb (separate fics)

notes — this is my first fluffy work and it's reminding me how single i am irl 😀 also if u want to be tagged in my future works don't forget to send me an ask asap! anyway have fun reading and lmk what yall think!! love u lots <3

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After receiving a weirdly ominous text from you–we need to talk, ASAP–Xavier was relieved to notice the shy smile on your face. It didn’t seem that important after all, but his curiosity was already piqued. As he sat on the empty chair next to you, he smiled when you tucked in a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here. What did you need to tell me?” he asked you.

You glanced at your boyfriend and immediately looked away, your face heating up. “I have something to tell you…” you muttered. 

Xavier waited for you to continue talking, scooting closer to you. He leaned closer to you and blinked curiously. 

“I… have a crush on you, Xavier.”

Xavier let out a laugh and grabbed your hand, kissing it firmly and then letting it rest against his cheek. “That’s what got you so worked up?” he teased, contradicting the quickening of his heartbeat. 

“Hey! Confessing to you like this takes hard work!” you protested and squished your boyfriend’s cheek in your hands. Xavier chuckled and kissed your palm, “Don’t worry, I have a crush on you too.”

Zayne could already tell that you were up to something from the way you were trying to stifle your grin. He sat across from you on the dining table, where you kept stealing glances at him. Zayne wiped the corner of his mouth for any crumbs and focused his attention onto you.

“Okay, what are you up to?” he asked directly. 

You grinned at your boyfriend, “I… have a huge crush on someone.” you replied.

Zayne raised an eyebrow at that; that was not what he was expecting. But he finally knew what you were up to. He then smiled, picking up an uneaten macaron from the box you bought for him earlier. “Is that so? Tell me who this person is.”

You giggled, glad that he was playing along. “Well, he’s a really good doctor at Akso Hospital… and he’s super smart…”

Zayne hummed, “He sounds familiar. Is he a colleague of mine?”

“Hmm, does a Dr. Zayne Li ring any bells?” 

Zayne chuckled and gestured for you to open your mouth, where he then gently placed the macaron into it. “That’s good to know, because I believe this Dr. Zayne Li has a crush on you too.” he said. You laughed at his reply, kissing his fingertips as you chew down on the macaron. 

Rafayel thought he’d gone deaf, “What did you just say?”

“I said, I have a crush on somebody.” you repeated, your smile growing wider. Rafayel frowned deeply; why would you have a crush on somebody else when he was right there? 

“You’re being ridiculous, cutie. I’m literally right here! Why would you have crushes when I’m right here?”

You rolled your eyes, letting out an exasperated laugh. “I have a crush on you, dummy!” you said.

It takes Rafayel a while to register what you had just told him. By the time it sinks in, you were already bent over laughing at him. Rafayel whined, “Hey, this isn’t funny!” he protested, pulling you into his arms. You continued to giggle, “It’s a little funny–you got so worked up!”

Rafayel affectionately rolled his eyes at you, opting to place a thousand kisses over your face to shut you up instead. 

“Sylus.”

Sylus looked up from his phone with a hum. You walked into your shared bedroom in just his shirt, your face still wet from washing it. “What is it, sweetie?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take. He pulled you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss to your head as you sat with your back to his chest. 

“I… have a crush.”

“Oh?” Sylus smirked, instantly getting what you were up to. You nodded, your face hilariously serious for such a tiny thing. “Yeah. I’ve had it since forever.” you replied in a hilariously serious tone.

“Is that so? On who?” he asked, playing along. You let out a breathless laugh as his large hands began massaging your back. “I’d like to know so I can… have a little chat with this person,” he added.

“Well, how are you going to have this little chat with yourself, then?” you asked, turning your head to face him. Sylus let out his signature expensive laugh and kissed your nose.

 “Alright, you’ve outsmarted me, kitten.” he said fondly.

Nothing can ever truly bypass Caleb, not even your harmless pranks. He could already see what you were up to from miles away, but he pretends to be oblivious about it anyway. 

“So, Caleb…” you said, grabbing his arm and letting it rest over your shoulder so you could be closer to him. Caleb welcomes this skinship, trying his best not to smile. “Yeah, Pipsqueak?” he asked.

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip as if you were actually nervous. Caleb chuckles and slides his arm down to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. 

“I… have a crush on somebody.”

Caleb scoffed, “Really now? Who is this lucky person?” 

You pretended to think about it, “Mmm, I don’t wanna tell you… you might know who he is.”

Caleb smirked, of course you wouldn’t tell him right away. “Aw shucks, I wanted to tell you who my crush is if you had told me yours.” he said with a faux pout. 

You immediately snap your attention to his words, trying to find out if he was messing with you or not, “You’re not being fair!” you whined. Caleb laughed at your reaction, hugging you with both of his arms around you this time. “Then just tell me who this mystery man is and I’ll tell you who my crush is!”

“It’s you, obviously!” you said, pouting up at Caleb. He cooed at your flustered face and kissed the apples of your cheeks. “That’s great to know, Pipsqueak, because I have a crush on you too.” he sighed, his lips against your flushed skin.

[wendichester]

Hii idk if you take Jensen ackles request but I was wondering if u could make one of him and actress!reader. Like they meet during the 1st season during the episode wendigo. Basically how Jared and Gen.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ take one, forever,

summary. jensen, jared, and you. the stars of the tvshow supernatural. and damn, there's a lot of chemistry.

pairing. jensen ackles x actress!reader genre. fluff ; slice of life au

wordcount. 527

notes / warnings. loved loved this request! thank you so much sweets 🩷

The first time you meet Jensen Ackles, it’s freezing.

You're deep in the Vancouver woods, shooting Wendigo, bundled up in layers that do nothing against the biting cold. Your breath puffs out in white clouds as you hug yourself, shifting from foot to foot to stay warm.

Then, from behind you—

"You’re gonna shiver yourself right off this set if you keep that up."

You turn, and there he is.

Jensen Ackles.

Even under the layers of flannel and the worn-in leather jacket, he looks insanely good. Sharp green eyes, that easy, lazy smirk—like the cold doesn’t affect him at all. Like he’s made for this.

"You’re not cold?" you ask, incredulous.

He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee. “Nah. Texas blood.”

You roll your eyes. “Right. Meanwhile, I’m over here turning into a human popsicle.”

Jensen grins, and without hesitation, he shrugs off his jacket, stepping closer to drape it over your shoulders. “Here. Don’t tell wardrobe.”

You blink up at him, surprised. The jacket is warm—smells like leather and a hint of aftershave.

"Jensen, I can’t take—"

"Sure, you can." He winks. “Can’t have my co-star turning blue before we even hit episode two.”

You should’ve known, right then and there, that you were in trouble.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

The thing about Jensen is—he’s stupidly easy to like.

It starts small.

The inside jokes between takes. The way he always, always makes sure you’re okay after a long day. How he learns your coffee order by week two and starts showing up with an extra cup, just for you.

And then, one day, Jared figures it out before you even do.

“You guys are so obvious.”

You nearly drop your script. “What?”

Jared smirks, stretching out on one of the director’s chairs. “You and Jensen. The thing.”

“There is no thing.”

Jared gives you the most Jared look ever. “Right. So you just happen to be wearing his jacket again?”

Your face heats. “It’s cold—”

“And the way he looks at you? I mean, come on.”

You roll your eyes, but later, when you catch Jensen watching you from across set—his gaze lingering, thoughtful, warm—you wonder if maybe Jared has a point.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

It happens in the quiet, in-between moments.

A late night on set, waiting out a rain delay, just the two of you huddled under the same coat, talking about everything and nothing.

A wrap party, where he pulls you onto the dance floor, spinning you like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

A Tuesday afternoon, where he catches you laughing at something stupid Jared said and mutters, God, you’re something else, like he didn’t even mean to say it out loud.

And then—

"You wanna grab dinner sometime?"

You look up, heart stuttering. "Like… cast dinner?"

Jensen shakes his head, smirking just a little. “Nah. Just us.”

You swallow, pulse skipping. “Like a date?”

He shrugs, but there’s something softer in his gaze. “Yeah. If you want it to be.”

You do. God, you do.

"Yeah," you breathe. "I’d like that."

And when he grins, dimples deep and ridiculously charming, you think—

Maybe this is the start of something big.

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Ever wonder what your current or future partner loves about you?

Remember, these are general readings; not all the messages will resonate with some of you. Pick the image you're most drawn to; don't overthink it! <3

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 1 ♥

I'm getting that this person has never met someone like you before. And like, yeah, obviously—everyone’s unique. But you guys are a bit out of the norm (not in a bad way). I'm getting Aquarius and Gemini vibes, or maybe some Uranus influence in your chart—like having Aquarius as a rising sign. It could even just be in terms of looks—like, you might be the first person they’ve dated who stands out in such a unique and fresh way.

I’m also picking up on this very innocent, childlike energy—just super youthful as a person. You have this sense of wonder about the world, like you’re open and receptive. I see you as an open book emotionally, and your face might be really animated—like, I just saw someone reacting to a surprise with this big, shocked expression. This person finds you incredibly adorable.

For some of you, you might be on the shorter side, or have this cute little baby face, or just something about you that gives off youthful vibes—and they find that so cute. I think sometimes they can’t even take you seriously HAHA. Like, I’m literally seeing you talking about something serious, and they just wanna squish your cheeks. Your relationship might be goofy af, so they never really know when to be serious hahaha XD.

If you’ve got blue or hazel eyes, they’re obsessed. They just think they’re so pretty. I also saw big, round eyes as another feature they adore about you.

There’s this one scenario I saw—you’re trying to do something, and you’re struggling, and they’re trying to help, but you insist you can do it. And they love that. Like, they love seeing you struggle?? HAHAHA Idk, they just find you adorable frll, you guys remind me of bubbles? Idk why I just got the image of bubbles, and now I'm seeing the SpongeBob movie scene where Patrick and SpongeBob are making bubbles in that one scary bar bathroom, If you haven't seen the spongebob movie pls go check out that scene cause its making me giggly, and it just may be kind of your dynamic? But take it as it resonates HAHAHA

Some of you might really love gardening or having plants inside your home. And if you’re the type to talk to your plants and name them, they LOVE that about you. There’s just something about your energy that feels so authentic, cute, and unique. You radiate a softness that makes them feel so comfortable. I'm also seeing if you paint, draw, or create things, if you're just a creative person, they love how shy you get when showing your creations, cause I saw someone with a canvas behind their backabout to show it to their partner, but like you're too shy or you're just hesitant and they love it because they're always surprised by your talent so you might humble yourself a lot and this person is like "why? you're so good!"

They might love massaging you, or maybe you massage them, but someone here has healing hands. Like, your touch genuinely heals them—it makes them feel better. And when you guys are together, they love how it feels like it’s just the two of you. Like that "no one understands us" kind of energy hahaha. They love that.

They also love how you’re always down to try new things with them. You might even be the type to plan surprises for them—again, super youthful vibes. I even thought of pranks as something you guys might do to each other—small teasing, playful energy. They just feel like they can ultimately be themselves with you.

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 2 ♥

You guys are my intuitive pile—we got the High Priestess up in this bitchhh hahaha. They hate that you know things, but they also LOVE it. You might make this person feel like they can’t hide anything from you. I see them trusting your discerning abilities. You’re so in tune with this person that you just know when they need something. Like, this is the pile where you'll say something to them or get them something, and they’ll just be like, "How did you know I needed this?"

You make this person feel seen because you see into the deeper aspects of people. Some of you might even be witches, practicing the occult, tarot, etc. I’m also being told that some of you doubt your intuition or might be reading this thinking you’re new to all this—or maybe you’re just not even aware of the fact that they view you as so mystical. But they do, and they love this part of you.

Some of you love listening to true crime or are currently studying psychology—they love the insights you give them, the random facts you hear, and the knowledge you’ve gained. They love hearing about it. Again, this person feels seen—they feel like they can be authentic and emotionally vulnerable with you.

Whoever’s got a cat they talk to (or whoever just talks to animals in general)—they love your connection with them. They love seeing you interact with animals. Some of you might be vegan, vegetarian, or thinking about eating less animal products. I’m also getting nature witches here—or if you resonate with collecting stuff from nature, like crystals, I’m also seeing an altar. Okay, they just love your collections, is what I’m getting.

You’re not someone whose mind can be changed easily, or it’s hard to sway you. Like, you don’t let people sway you is what I got. They find that so admirable because I’m really seeing you dedicated to something you’re passionate about. And it’s not just a hobby—it’s like a lifestyle at this point.

Another message I got—you might be someone with a specific routine, like, for example, a morning routine that feels almost like a ritual—but you take it seriously, and they love that about you and the reason they do is that your person just gives me admiration vibes; they admire you, your intelligence, your intuition, your dedication to what you love, and the knowledge you carry.

Some of you even intimidated this person when y’all met—or when you will meet.

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 3 ♥

So y’all are definitely their ideal type in literally every way—LOLLL. Incredibly hot to this person. You’re the person they’ve always wanted and searched for. It’s like they never even realized how bad they had it in past relationships until they met you—because you showed them what a good relationship is.

You nurture this person. They feel emotionally heard and cared for by you, which might be something they hadn’t felt much before. You have literally shifted their entire view on relationships and love. Like, in their mind, you’re it—you’re the last, they’re set on that.

You’re someone who isn’t afraid to speak your truth, and that has changed them—they love that about you. It’s your brutal honesty, guys. You say or do things that make this person realize a lot about themselves—you’re like a catalyst for change. And it doesn’t even have to be anything grandiose—it’s just that you do things this person hasn’t experienced in past relationships, and it’s new to them in a really good way. It’s fresh, it’s intense.

You’re not afraid to grow—in fact, you love growth. You make this person rethink things.

You also give off sensual vibes—it might be that you’re in touch with your body and how you express yourself, and that turns them on hahaha. I honestly don’t think they can see their life without you now that you’re in it.

They also love how you take their side in things—like, let’s say they’re in an argument with someone, you have their back. But at the same time, you’re fair—you’re honest, and if they’re in the wrong, you’re not afraid to say it. They love that you can hold them accountable.

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Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. <3 I was feeling a bit low energy this weekend, so my next post might be later during the week; I'm thinking next weekend, probably. Thank you for all the support I've been getting, btw, it's been insane. Thank you guys for reflecting such kindness back to me. xxxx

[clamped-jaws]

a/n: 18+ content below (kinda smut but not really but something that’s in between??) also i did not proof read at all sorry lol. 🫀🦂🪽

frank feels bad for keeping you holed up in a motel.

where sleeping on the mattress bare bones is better than the blankets “housekeeping” claimed to have had just finished up. where you have to beat against the ac just to get a semi-feeling of relief that came in the form of outside exhibition. but he keeps you there for your own good, half expects you to sleep the day away like a well-worn cat or swim in the shitty community pool that’s all full of half-baked residents and smashed-up beer cans.

you like the road more, you’ve decided that now. because there at least frank doesn’t have the excuse of going somewhere and being able to leave you behind like a man does their family dog on a trip to the grocery store. the life wasn’t easy. but it was yours. and in that, the extension of frank it meant that this life was safe. but when he comes back, he makes it all worth it.

you’re there, flicking cards into a hat across the mislabeled king-sized sanctuary because as it is you were done with the pool for the day. even after your shower, hair sticking to your back as beads of water trickle down your forehead. every swipe of your hand has amalgamated into you peeling your tank off as some sort of a reprieve. and he comes in thinking you’ll smile at him, but you don’t. you’re angry. this is the first time in four days you’ve seen him…you were worried, but now you just wanna fucking kill him.

and he hates making you feel that way.

that you need to care about him, make him feel like he’s actually needed besides what he’s already given. so he tries to do what frank does best when you’re like this. he throws off his boots, and kisses up your legs making you warmer than you already are. the sound of his body coming up against the bed as it dips and springs back up with a harshness you know all too well. “m’sorry sweetheart.” he mutters it into your skin like you’ll believe it this time like you always do. but you’re still playing your monotonous game of cards, trying to fight the battle inside your mind of wanting to have frank completely jump your bones and make you forget all that you’d been feeling.

you chew the inside of your lip instead of responding because you know if you do…you’ll break. cradle him in your arms and let him caress you till you're in his chest talking about all you’ve been feeling and wanting. of course though, you don’t wanna do that, don’t think he deserves it after he’s left you all alone after promising not to do that, you’re tied to what he is now, with whatever the hell he was a part of before. he said so.

you don’t know why you expected it to be true, that frank castle was anything but a liar. protection be damned, he knew what he was doing, how he made you feel. and you squirm when you realize he’s pulling your panties to the side, a harsh hiss comes from him and he’s looking up at you now. “can’t believe i left her all alone, you’ll forgive me won’t you?” and the thick motel room air hits your core and you let out a soft ghost of a groan before masking it with a cough. if frank hadn’t known better and wasn’t acutely aware of your body he wouldn’t have even noticed it. but you can’t let him win, can’t let him get away with the secrets and the missing days and you being stuck in this goddamn motel.

so you stay silent.

and he smacks his lips before coming up closer to you, peppering kisses on your core speaking up. “gotta make my girl feel better hm?” you sigh, your own body betraying you. “that what you want?”

he’s got you, he always manages to.

“fuck off frank.” you curse feeling that pit in your stomach, dropping more and more. like some sick rollercoaster ride, trapped in the seat waiting for the next loop, stomach going flat then full then flat again.

it’s this cat-and-mouse game, and you always end up in that damn trap, waiting to be eaten right up.

“at least i got you talkin’,” he mutters to himself with a smirk. he knows he’s gotta work for it, he’ll be there between your legs all night to make it better if he has to. there was no question about that.

[igotanidea]

My level of messy: Jason Todd x reader

„What are you doing?”

A simple question dictated by unusual circumstances.

Any other Saturday morning, Y/N would be all over the place, huffing and puffing, cleaning the dust, vacuuming and doing all the things that usually came with weekly cleaning up the place.

That day, however, she was sitting on the couch, with something in her hands, looking –

Well it was hard to put it into words.

So he didn’t, instead plopping next to her, sending her a few inches up due to the impact.

“I’m re-reading my old journal.”

“Ok.” Jason nodded. The silence that fell after that acknowledgment was his attempt at giving her a chance to elaborate. “Aaaaaand? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying!”

“Mhm. Same accusation, same answer every time.”

“I am not-“

“Y/n/n, we’ve been through it a million times before.” He rolled his eyes “save us both some time sweetheart, and explain it, so I can make it better for ya, huh?”

“You’re gonna laugh-“

“Mh. Yeah. Sure. I’m gonna laugh at my soon-to-be-fiancé watering her eyes out. This is how big she thinks of me. That’s just effing great!”

“Stop being dramatic and – wait. Whoa, whoa. Hold back. Rewind. Soon-to-be-fiancé?”

“Not the point. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not-“

“Ah!” Jason groaned and before she realized what was happening she was being held down on the couch, with him hovering over her like a freaking predator with dangerously glistening eyes, tickling her side.

“Jason!”

“Talk or I’ll hold you captive forever.” His fingers were mercilessly rubbing her side making her giggle.

“But I am literally not crying now!”

“Talk!”

“Will you let go first?”

“No.”

“But-“

“Talk!”

“God!” she groaned, trying to wriggle and make herself a little more comfortable

“I mean it, princess, talk or-“

“You do realize your threats have no effect on – AAH! Ah! Stop! Fine! Fine, I’ll talk, just stop tickling!”

“Good girl. Now – what is the reason behind you trying to make yourself unhappy huh?” he brushed away tears from her cheeks, helping her sit up, now having made sure she won’t deflect anymore.

“It’s just – “ she sighed “do you ever feel like hugging your younger self?”

“Hugging my-“

“Don’t look so shocked. Do you? Actually, you know what, do not answer that question, it’s stupid-“

“Yeah.” He cut her off with one word, letting himself be vulnerable for a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do feel like – well – maybe not hugging but at least saying some nice shit to that rascal.”

“Right…”

“I see a piece of my past self in every kid I stumble upon in the Crime Alley.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Big bad red hood getting all emotional. See what you did to me?”

“Well, for the record, it’s your fault. We were talking about me and then you just hijacked the conversation, acting like you’re a victim or something – “

“You’re so selfish, did I tell you that?”

“Not today, no.”

“Well, you’re selfish princess.”

“I am but a lady in distress and you refuse to help a lady in distress with offering a strong arm.”

“I’m not prince charming, Y/n/n. I am Red Hood.”

“You could be a red prince charming?”

“If you’re hinting at Deadpool, then let me tell you not a benchmark when it comes to Disney princes.”

She laughed softly, her mood becoming a little better, just by this banter, any outside would deem mean and harsh on both of their parts.

“Fine. Fine, have it your way” he raised hands in surrender. “What were you crying about – oh, wait, you call me inconsiderate but I think I actually did ask you that before-“

“I can’t remember.” She chuckled.

“You can’t remember why you were crying?” Jason frowned a little, sensing some sort of trap

“Yes.”

“Um… no?”

“Um… is this one of those situations when you pretend to have temporary sclerosis and then remind me of the tiny mistake I made a year ago on Monday, at 11.25?

“No!” she chuckled again “No, I’m being serious, I can’t remember. Wanna know why?”

“Because every time I feel down and like I’m a mess you come around and – “

“- prove to you that there’s a whole other level of being a mess?”

“NO!” she patted his chest in mock offense “will you let me finish the sentence!”

“Stop this domestic violence at once, young lady.” Her wrist ended up in his grip and away from any possibility of him getting abused again.

“- you come around and you prove to me that all you need in life is a person who matches  your kind of messy and crazy.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s called a partner in crime-“

“Ugh! You’re so dense! This is a whole different thing!” she opposed, becoming a little agitated, missing the obvious point that Jason was just messing with her in sheer selfish pleasure of seeing her eyes sparkle with mirth and her cheeks flushing.

“Y/N.”

“Why can’t you just understand that I’m trying to say—”

“I get it”

“No, no you don’t!” she wriggled against his hold

“Hey! Hey, stop it! Stop! Look at me!” his hands moved from her wrist to cupping her face. “I get it. Really. I know what you’re saying and I think –“

“Yeah?” she looked deep into his eyes.

“I think you’re my kind of mess too. And I think we match.”

“Like on Tinder?” she grinned pushing her luck

“God you’re impossible!!”

Yeah. So maybe it truly was about finding and keeping the person who was on the same level of craziness. The one who would understand that sometimes, healing trauma was about laughing at it and finding a way to move on with that laughter on the lips.  

[darylbrainrot]

HEARTTHROB-

CHAPTER 2: The Aftermath (1k words, 8 photos)

Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear ‘cause that's just who I am this week

- sugar we’re goin down, fall out boy

JANUARY 21— 10:20 AM

It's only been 4 days since you filmed the new video with Quen on her channel. You have chatted with her here and there about whatever over the few days, she was becoming a good friend of yours. You were wondering when the video would be uploaded since you were excited to watch it even though you remember it clearly as day.

Coincidentally, you just received a message from Quen.

Quickly posting the photos of you and Quen, you felt a smile form on your face. Not only were handed such an opportunity but you also gained a friend.

A few minutes later, you saw Quen put your post on her story, captioning it "in 1 hour!! Be ready". Hearting the text, you closed Instagram and decided to practice your guitar.

You practicing a new cover, decode by Paramore, a song you've been practicing for the past few days. You were going to post another cover on your youtube because you haven't uploaded one in well over a couple months. You enjoyed singing and playing guitar, so this was pretty easy content to make.

Before you knew it, an hour passed and you got a quick message from Quen telling you it had been uploaded. Hearting the message and typing a quick reply, you put down your guitar and went to your computer to open up youtube.

You opened her new video, leaving a like and full screening the video, you started to watch it. It was exactly an hour long, wondering how much film the editors had to cut, you continued watching.

The video was good, you were around 30 minutes in and you were laughing already even though you were laughing at yourself and Quens actions. Even though you knew what was happening, the way it was edited and recorded made it effortlessly funny.

You were now reaching your favorite part when you called out Hamzah. Watching it fully through made you laugh, you were glad it was kept in because that had to be at least one of your top favorite moments in the whole video besides the friendly banter between you and Quen.

Finally finishing the video, you were reading a couple of the comments left by users.

username1: the duo i didnt know i needed, love them sm username2: i literally cant wait for the clips to be posted on tik tok LMAO username3: STOP why do i lowk see y/n and hamzah as a cute duo, need them to collab ASAP. username4: BROOO when she called out hamzah i SCREAMEDDD.

Laughing at the comments and reading a few more, you closed out of youtube. Sending Quen a text message on how much you enjoyed the whole video, you went to lie down on your bed. You genuinely did enjoy the video, it was perfectly made and you and Quens personalities paired together perfectly in your humble opinion.

It was around 1 pm now, and you had your schedule cleared for the whole day so you just decided to scroll on your phone until you think of something better to do. You were just scrolling on tik tok when you started to get clips of you and Quen's video. You were laughing at them, seeing people post their favorite parts of the video.

As you continued to scroll, you noticed the amount of clips of you calling out Hamzah, some even having 15k likes which was mindblowing since the video was still new. Other than those clips, you've seen people make edits of you and Quen which you reposted.

You loved seeing these types of videos, and you were glad the video was getting such positive feedback since that was a new experience for you.

7:26 PM

A few hours have passed, and you had taken a nap and just made yourself something to eat. Now you're sitting at your kitchen table in your small apartment, scrolling through your tik tok for anything to watch while eating.

You were getting random videos that helped fill the silence of your apartment. It helped with the sense of loneliness you get sometimes. Continuing to eat, you got an Instagram message.

You saw the notification of his follow and followed back. You didn't actually expect him to text you and reach out over the clip. You were smiling while replying to his texts, and you were sure that nothing would've come from what you said in Quen's video, so this was an interesting outcome.

Laughing at his texts, wondering how the collab would go, you felt all giddy inside oddly enough. It felt good to have these chances, the opportunity to meet new people and create new friends. Even though you didn't really know Martin and Hamzah, you knew their content based on the clips you've seen and the couple of videos you've watched. So you knew it wouldn't be awkward but a nice way to branch out of your comfort zone

It was nice texting hamzah, even though it wasn't talking about anything personal or crazy, texting him felt easy and natural. You wondered if it would feel the same talking to him. Hamzah seemed nice, like he was someone who lived up to their full extent; someone who isn't scared of challenges, someone who fights with everything they have to get what they want.

You knew he was passionate about his youtube and that was extremely rare to find. You've seen countless clips of him putting his all into his content. I mean, it was obvious with the amount of time hamzah and martin both put into slushynoobz. You kind of admired them in that.

So, you felt thrilled that you would be able to collaborate with them and share communities over some silly little comment you said on Quens channel. You were kind of excited to talk to Hamzah though, and of course Martin but it was different with Hamzah. You didn't know him, but it was just a silly little crush that probably meant nothing. It's like when you see someone at school and have a small little hallway crush that you knew theoretically wouldn't go anywhere,

Well of course you found him attractive- as well as his humor and personality so you were kind of exhilarated to talk to him. So, as of now, you will try to wait patiently until you film that roblox video with them in two days.

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[icrytearsofsadness]

Part two of this ficlet because it’s Billy’s birthday and he deserves something nice, and also because everyone was begging me to write a part two lmao. here you go :)

There’s a note in his locker the next day.

Quarry after school? – Steve

Billy crumples it up and tosses it.

A tiny part of him twinges at the thought of Steve waiting for him there all night, but the rest of him is pleased by it. He kind of wants Steve to suffer a bit after the hours Billy stayed up crying last night. He also wants Steve to be that desperate to see him.

He avoids Steve all day. Doesn’t look at him in practice. Sticks close to Hagan, because the guy repels Steve like the plague these days.

Steve never did tell him why that is. Guess now he’ll never know.

Steve keeps leaving little notes. Billy wonders, idly, what Steve’s friends think about that. If they’ve ever caught him slipping a piece of paper into Billy’s locker and asked questions. Thinks Steve’s way too good a liar to be worried about it, anyway.

Billy reads all the notes. Then trashes them. Can’t bear to stick them in his pocket. Refuses to carry around a piece of Steve after he hurt him.

The notes get longer. They go from quarry? to talk to me to Billy, please just let me explain, I didn’t realize how it sounded and then one day they stop altogether.

It makes Billy almost wish he’d said something to show he was reading the notes, just to get Steve’s hopes up. To make him keep leaving them in increasing desperation.

Billy doesn’t ever want to be alone with him again, but he wants to hurt him. So it’s a shame when that method disappears.

Billy kind of misses it, also. Proof that maybe Steve still cared. Ever cared at all.

Billy feels pathetic.

He feels angry.

He’s not sure how much anger is towards Steve for hurting him and how much is for himself for not being able to get over it already.

About a week after the notes stop, the worst happens. Steve actually manages to catch Billy unawares and alone.

The moment Billy realizes what’s happening – that they’re in the locker room, and they’re alone, and Billy fucked up and didn’t notice until it’s too late – he gets so angry he can barely breathe.

They’re both dressed by now, thank god, but Steve’s approaching him with his mouth already open a bit and Billy sees red.

He doesn’t want to hear it.

So he lunges and slams Steve back against the locker and tells him exactly that.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Harrington,” he snarls, his forearm pressed hard against Steve’s chest, keeping him shoved back without having to touch him with his hands. “Fuck off.”

“Woah,” Steve says, like he’s actually surprised, like he didn’t expect Billy to get this angry. Fucking idiot. “I just – ”

Billy slams his hand into the locker right by Steve’s head. Steve flinches but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t stop talking, either.

“Please just let me – ”

Billy’s gonna kill him.

He cocks his fist back. Steve doesn’t even have the decency to look scared. He just stares at Billy, his wide doe eyes never glancing at the raised fist. Like he doesn’t believe Billy will hurt him.

Maybe he’s right, because Billy actually gives him another chance.

“Get out,” he says, slowly. Really emphasizes every sound.

“There is no other guy,” Steve blurts. “I lied.”

Billy’s lip curls back. Steve’s gaze finally flicks over to his raised fist.

Apparently Steve takes that as his cue to keep talking, because he’s an actual idiot. Maybe he figures this is his last chance to get it all out and know Billy heard him, which is kinda fair. Billy still hates it.

“It’s just, every time I go out with a girl you just let me go, so I thought maybe it would be different,” he says, rambling fast. “I wanted to see if you’d get jealous at all because I really like you, Billy, and I needed proof that you actually wanted me?”

Billy stares at him. He’s sort of lowered his fist, awkwardly, though he’s still keeping Steve pinned.

“What?”

Billy must sound as incredulous and confused and pissed as he feels, because Steve cringes and barrels on.

“I thought if you got mad about me maybe going out with a guy, that would prove you wanted to go out with me.” Steve sounds kind of sheepish. His voice is quiet. Embarrassed, maybe. “I didn’t think at all about how it would sound, I… I really like you.”

Billy stares at him for another long moment. Slowly releases him from against the locker.

“You lied,” he scoffs. “Jesus fucking Christ, I knew it.”

Steve’s nose wrinkles up. It’s his turn to be confused. “What?”

“The moment you said it was the last time, I knew you lied.” Billy shakes his head. “I knew it, and I let you talk me into thinking you weren’t full of shit.”

“I was full of shit.”

Billy taps his foot. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m an idiot,” Steve agrees.

“And an asshole.”

Steve nods.

“No, I wanna hear that one,” Billy says, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re an asshole.”

Steve makes a sound suspiciously close to a laugh. “I’m an asshole.”

“Glad we’re finally on the same page,” Billy replies. He looks at Steve consideringly. “I still kind of want to punch you.”

“That’s fair,” Steve says. “You probably should be angry.”

“Don’t tell me what I should do,” Billy snaps.

Steve does that breathless huff of a laugh again. “Yeah, okay, Billy.”

Billy licks his teeth. Stares at Steve. “If I punch you, will you still go out with me?”

Steve frowns, but like he’s thinking, not like he’s mad. “Not the face,” he bargains.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s got a little pink on his cheeks, now, which is weird, because Billy’s talking about punching him. “I wanna look nice for our date.”

And, okay.

Billy’s still kind of pissed but he doesn’t really want to punch him anymore. Damn Harrington.

“Alright, fine,” Billy says, like it’s a huge burden not to punch Steve, actually. Like he’s really letting him off easy.

And then Steve’s biting his lip like he’s trying to keep from smiling, and that won’t do at all. So Billy kisses him, coaxing his lip out from between his teeth. He keeps kissing Steve, quick little chaste presses until Steve is huffing a laugh against his mouth like what’re you doing, idiot and yeah. That’s good. That’s really good.

Steve laughs again, and opens his mouth, maybe to say something, but Billy doesn’t give him the chance, pressing into his open mouth.

Steve still manages to giggle, and wraps his arms around Billy’s neck like he missed him.

[kireilien]

I have just about read near every leehan smut on this app so I’m here to suggest more 😩

could you imagine leehan getting so wasted that all he can think about is you— his partner and just how affectionate (horny) he’d be that he can’t wait till you go home from the party you’re at so he just takes you in the bathroom 😫😫😫

Is this freaky idk I just need leehan

Love you lien <3

KYAAAA HI STARRI! yes ofc this is 𝓯��𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 if make it to be here u go leehan content! love u more my love ♡︎

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, mentions of alcohol, use of leehan’s real name; dom!donghyun, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, established relationship, clothed sex, kissing, hickeys, licking???, mirror sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (i can’t believe im writing my least fav sex act… js for u starri), humiliation, use of “babe”

the music is loud and radiating off the walls.

the stench of alcohol and pure sweat line the air.

one typical house party.

you swear donghyun only wanted to go to the party for “vibes,” but obviously that doesn’t equal anything when he’s chugging his last shot of alcohol from a random solo cup he found in the kitchen.

“babe, you’re gonna black out soon if you keep that up, stop drinking,” you practically yell in his ear, unable to talk normally due to the bass of the music. donghyun laughs, he comes close to your lips, “not that drunk. actually. i’m fine!” he smells like alcohol if him pausing every few seconds to think about his words before saying them wasn’t a sign already.

funnily enough donghyun wasn’t even that drunk that you think he is. in fact, he’s quite coherent! the only reason why he’s acting this way is that he’s drunk off of something else.

it’s you.

even with the tiniest drop of alcohol, his eyes get hazy and he slurs his words thinking about you. he drinks up the words you say, he drinks up the body that he knows every curve and mole to, he drinks it all. it was no different now.

he bites his lip as he keeps staring at your lips. “god you look so fucking good right now.” you roll your eyes at his flirtatiousness, “babe, not right now. we’re in the middle of a par—,” you’re rudely interrupted by donghyun’s lips being on yours. in the middle of a party and donghyun doesn’t care.

you lean into the kiss with open eyes, you can’t let random people look at you kiss, that’s weird. donghyun doesn’t care.

he lets go of your lips, face still close to each other, “donghyun that’s it, we can’t do anything els—.”

“i wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

“please tell me that’s autocorrect.”

“no it’s not.”

he takes your hand and pulls you to the nearest bathroom, trying to not accidentally trip over anyone but, donghyun doesn’t care.

once you’re in the bathroom, donghyun doesn’t lock the door, hell, he doesn’t even turn on the lights. the door is closed with a crack, pouring in the faint lights from the party. donghyun already has his lips on you, messily having your lips, before trailing them down to your neck. “donghyun, close the— door!” donghyun doesn’t care.

he ignores you, sucking harsh patches on your skin, sure to leave colorful bruises later on, “you’re so fucking hot, i don’t care if other people see us. you’re mine. let them see me fuck you good.” he mumbles into your throat. you’re trying to croak out a response but is rudely cut off again by donghyun turning you around, pressing his fat bulge against your ass.

“oh fuck— this is what you do to me, y/n. feel me up, feel how you make me this hard in front of people.” he hisses as he feels you grind back on him, “donghyun let’s not talk about other people—!” donghyun swiftly unbuckles your shorts from behind, sliding them just enough for him to see your ruined panties. he licks the pads of two of his fingers to tuck under and feel your drenched lips.

if he wasn’t rock hard already, he’s impossibly even more rock hard. he slips your panties to the side with one hand and hurriedly unbuckles his pants to slip out his cock, already lining himself against your wet folds, sliding them effortlessly in between. the two of you moan from the contact. your hunched over the sink, reeling in from the pleasure looking at the door ever so often.

“why you so— worried! let them see. let them see me fucking you good.” donghyun starts thrusting himself into you after his first few words. you’re pathetically moaning, but you’re trying to restrain yourself. you’re too conscious of the party that’s going on outside the door, anyone can walk in on the two of you. donghyun groans as he hooks his arm under your boobs to have your back onto his chest, “y’know, you’re nasty. talking about how much you care about other people seeing us, but you’re not refusing my cock? you’re still taking me so fucking deep— it’s laughable.”

he’s grunting into your ear as moans still spill from your lips. you’re clenching even harder on him from his spiteful words. “yeah— clenching on me hard when i talk about how you love this cock but you’re so worried about others. just think about my cock babe, that’ll be better for you anyway.” he laughs in your ear before coming down and licking the side of your neck, watching you watch him through the mirror.

you’re a mess.

although the both of you are in the dark, you can still make out your figures from the light from outside. your hair is not as neat anymore. your wetness is all over your inner thighs. your boobs are about to hang out of your tank top. even if someone did walk in, why should you care? you look like a cock drunk mess and you weren’t hiding it.

maybe you actually didn’t care.

donghyun though?

still doesn’t care.

i went blank holy fuck idk how i pumped this much at 3 am good lord sorry for any typos i am NAWT checking

back 2 catalog

[measuredingold]

bad thoughts recently of needy noah. sorry in advance, friends. if you have any requests, please send them my way ! i've been struggling with inspo and chose some requests that sparked my interest, but still working on them lol any thing else yall want to read is greatly appreciated :) anyways, enjoyyyyyyyy

cw/tw: smut ( p in v ), cockwarming, established relationship, dom/sub undertones, sub noah, needy little thing but also... big man, 18+ minors do not interact

cockwarming noah has been on the mind heavy. it'd be sooooo delicious. on the couch, in his lap with something playing idly on the television behind you. not paying attention at all. all your focus is on the boy beneath you who looks like he could explode at any second.

poor thing halfway out of his mind, fingers gripping your hips as you sat flushed in his lap. not moving. but still just enough to drive him crazy. trying to be sooooo good for you, to keep still. can't move because you haven't told him he's allowed to yet. but god, the thought of just flipping you over onto this couch and taking what he wants - needs - is plaguing his mind.

but he's such a good boy and won't do that.

you're happily perched on his lap, so full of him. arms wrapped loosely around his neck, fingers carding through his hair. maybe kissing all over his face. starting at his forehead, to the tops of his cheeks, nose, chin, then lips. smiling every time you pull one of the sweet noises out of him, feeling his fingers dig into your skin.

"my sweet noah." loud whine from him.

"bbypls... cani...?"

"what, honey?" pulling back just enough to stare down at him, tummy flipping at the fucked out expression he gives you. his face is flushed so prettily that it takes everything in you not to move your own hips, but you have enough self control to stay put.

"bbyneed..." broken gasp at the feeling of your clenching around him, eyes squeezing shut. okay, that was mean. you couldn’t help it. “ohFUCKbby... bbyneed... please..."

god he sounds so broken. gone. so desperate that you think any movement at this point would send him straight over the edge. cooing softly as your fingers card through his hair again, nails scratching at his scalp.

"oh, poor thing. what does baby need?" you only get a whimper in response, his nails digging into you so hard it's almost enough to break skin. "hm... let me guess," you hum softly, scratching at his scalp again. "does baby want to fuck me? mm? wanna fill me up? is that what you want?"

quick nod, brown eyes flying open to stare you. god. he looks so desperate. makes your tummy flip and whole body heat up. can't help but clench around him again.

"plsbby... been," gasps loudly when you shift in his lap, the first movement in a handful of minutes. "beensogood. please. needit."

and well... he has been good. he let you sit there without making too much of a fuss, let you kiss and love on him as much as you want without giving him that edge he needs. you stare down at him, face scrunching in mock concentration.

"hm..." he whines, hands squeezing your hips. "you have been so good tonight."

"mmmyes-"

"think i should let you have me?" quick nod, dazed glossed over eyes staring up at you. "yeah? is that what you want?" another quick nod, quiet whimper. you wait 30 seconds, a minute, dragging out your mock concentration again before slowly nodding. "okay, baby, you can-"

your words get caught in your throat at the feeling of your body being pressed into the couch. you hadn't even full finished your sentence before noah had all but lifted you from his lap and flipped you around, pressing you into the couch. he nestled himself between your thighs and pushed in in one single movement. you gasped at the stretch, even though you had been seated in his lap and filled with him for about 30 minutes prior.

"oh fuck, noah..."

he groans, loud and desperate as he drapes himself over you, hips pressed flush against yours. he doesn't hold back, hips snapping into yours with such force it has you rocking into the arm rest. he buries his face against your neck to try and muffle the noises he's letting out, but it doesn't do much. you can still hear him clearly. unintelligent whimpering that leads to chants of your name, hips smacking against yours to take what he wants.

and you let him. whew. legs locking around his back, arms tight around his shoulders, clinging to him. letting him take what he needs. he'd been so good for you, it's the least you could do. and god... did it feel so fucking good. you don't hold back, letting out every noise you can to let him know just how well he was doing, and how good he was making you feel.

"fuuuuckkkbby..." he groans against your neck, occasionally biting down to hide his noises. "fuckimgonna-"

"mm, feels so good, my noah." you gasp when he rolls his hips again. "soooo good. so full."

"pls... ohhhhhfuckbbypls.... need..."

"close?" you slide a hand up to his hair and tug, moaning loudly when you feel his hips stutter. "mmyeah, baby's close."

"soclose." he'd whine out, lips moving against your neck. "fuckkkohfuckplsplspls-"

you tug at his hair again. clench around him. his begging always makes you feel insane. "you can come, baby. mm, yeah. just like that... ohfuck, deeper..."

and the noiseeeeeeee he'd make 😵‍💫 hard, deep press of his hips against yours and all you can do is take it when he finally fills you up. feel him literally shudder against you as it just continues, there's so much. gonna be such a mess to clean up but so fucking worth it.

"that's it, baby. just like that. good boy."

he just whimpers against your neck at your words, completely gone. no thoughts. head empty. you somehow get a hand between your bodies, sandwiched between the two of you, taking advantage of him still being inside you. your fingers press against your clit and it doesn't take much because you'd been teetering on the edge for a hot second now, just a few fast circles, and then you're clenching around him and whining out his name.

and poor baby... barely caught his breath from his own orgasm, breath hitching before moaning loudly at the feeling of you coming around his sensitive cock. doesn't pull away, can't because your legs are still locked around him, but he wouldn't have anyways. would've stayed pressed inside you for as long as he could, letting you milk him for all that he's worth.

your hand would stroke his hair, trying to catch your breath. turning your head to press a kiss to his, praising him quietly as his body still shudders against yours. poor thing. too much but felt so good. definitely going to be a hard clean up because you think the second you try and part from him he'll bring you right back, whining about how you can't leave him.

[ryewwww]

Hi! Are you taking requests right now? If so, can you do one with older neighbor eren: baby trapping, dry humping, blindfold, face slapping

-> yes, requests are open!! (send me some juicy ones with lots of details)

-> I also just want to remind people that I don’t write sub!eren!!! (This is not towards this anon, I’m just saying in general so you know!!)

⚠️: NONCON, Corruption, manipulative!Eren, dry humping, use of blindfold, face slapping, baby trapping, breath control, squirting

Read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Your parents were very conservative and kept you sheltered from the real world.

Their ideologies is what drove most of their families to stop talking to them

So it’s always just been the three of you

But it was okay—you were okay with it

They were excellent parents, bought you whatever you wanted and never yelled at you

They raised you to be good, and you were

Naive, sweet and selfless. Helping your elderly neighbours with their Facebook accounts and fixing all their internet problems.

You did good in school too, straight A student but your parents didn’t allow you to do extracurricular. They didn’t want you out of the house late.

They also had strict social media rules and a time limit on your phone—even after you turned 18.

But they paid for it, you lived under their roof so you had no choice but to obey.

When your elderly neighbor passed away, their house went on sale and a young guy from the church you frequented bought it.

You’d seen him around and heard about him through your dad. They often talked at church. He was in his mid thirties, divorced, no children. Came to town to start a new life, just wanting to be content.

His name was Eren, and he was easy on the eyes.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make you feel heated. You felt terrible for feeling that way, but when he’d talk to you, pay attention to you like you were the only girl in the world, it made you pretty feral.

It didn’t help that he often leaned into your delusions. He’d “accidentally” brush against your ass while trying to get some water. Or at church, his hand would slide between your inner thighs mindlessly.

You never spoke up, too ashamed to admit that it made you aroused.

Eren charmed his way to your parent’s good side. Your dad was best friends with him, which meant he was over at your house a lot. Nearly every evening, he’d join you for dinner and would stay for a beer or two afterwards with your dad.

Point is, your parents trusted him.

So, when your dad’s father passed away, they asked Eren to stay over and watch over you.

You couldn’t go with your parents because you had school, and found it bizarre that they didn’t trust you to stay home alone.

You tried to defend yourself but your dad was already in a tough place. So you let it slide.

Your parents leave, embracing you one last time while telling you to good, and to listen to Eren.

“I’m not a child, mom. I’ll be fine. Have a safe flight.”

They lug their bags out, start the car and leave.

You were about to go back to your room until Eren spoke, “you wanna get some pizza?”

“Um, sure.”

“Cool.”

God, you don’t know why it was so awkward. So you scurry back to your room to escape the tension.

When the pizza arrives, he calls you down. You go, grab 2 slices before heading back up stairs.

“Where you going? Let’s watch a movie or something. Is this house you treat your guest?”

He was teasing, but you were a bit embarrassed. You softly apologize, sitting at the edge of the couch, while he sat down right next to you.

Your heartbeat was ridiculously fast as you watched him turn on a horror movie before sitting back and munching on his pizza.

You hated horror—your parents would never let you watch this kind of shit in the first place.

But you were meek, too afraid to speak up because Eren seemed to be enjoying it.

For most of the movie you hid under the blanket. But during the scary parts he pried it away forcing you to watch.

You closed your eyes, plugged your ears and he laughs while tickling you to look

The whole thing left you in a compromising position

You were laid on your back, breathless. Your tits were pushed up, nearly slipping out your tank top. Your shorts had moved down a bit, exposing a little bit of your baby pink, cotton underwear.

Eren’s above you, taking in how you look beneath him, his cock growing harder by the second.

He stares for a moment before leaning down and kissing you. He’s impatient, ripping your tank top into two, lips attaching to your hard nipple.

The shorts are torn apart too, exposing the wet spot in the middle of your underwear.

His hands were quick, sliding in your underwear before sliding two fingers in

Your hips buck, hands coming up to grip his biceps

“You’re so fucking tight.” He hissed. “Let’s fix that, yeah?”

He pulls his sweats and boxers down in one motion and you panic (cuz of his huge cock).

You sit up, backing up a bit.

“Wait, wait I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

But he doesn’t back down. Are you kidding?

He pulls you back down and you yelp, pushing at his chest. He’s got you folded in half, giving him a perfect view of your glistening pussy

“Wait, I-I don’t”

“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle”

He hushes you, pushing his tip into you.

You squirm, crying at the stretch. “Please! I don’t wanna do this.”

Eren expected you to be a virgin. You were tight like one but when no blood leaked through, he roughly grabbed your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Is this your first time?”

Your face burned in shame because it wasn’t. Back in high school, you were pressured to give your precious virginity to the popular boy.

You shook your head and he slaps you, making you sob harder.

“And here I was going easy on you. You’re a fucking whore. Does your daddy know you’ve disgraced yourself?”

From there, he had no mercy.

He waited long for this. Ever since he laid eyes on you, all he wanted to do was corrupt you.

He got close to your family, was your dad’s only friend. Isolating you was too easy—your parents had practically done it for him.

Now it was his time to take.

His pace increased, balls slapping against your ass. You can only cry. Eren was much bigger and stronger than you, there’s no way you could fight him off.

He held your body down, tightening the grip on your neck when you moved around too much.

Eren had no mercy on you. Not one ounce of remorse. He fucked you through each orgasm.

“Please slower! It hurts- it’s too much, please!” You whimper out but he backhands you hard.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna fucking hear you.”

His hand pressed down on your stomach so he could feel himself. He was in deep, tip pushing against your wall with each thrust.

He didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

You had passed out of exhaustion, head fuzzy because he was restricting your breathing

When you woke up, there was a blindfold on you. You were on your side and Eren was behind you.

His arms were wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him

You move frantically, trying to get the blindfold off, and it seemed to wake Eren.

He groaned, pulling you tighter against him before throwing his leg over yours and grinding his dick against your slit.

It’s enough to get him going so he quickly manhandles you to be on top of him, grinding his hardening cock against you.

You couldn’t help but moan. The tip of his cock was rubbing against your clit, and it left you wanting more.

Eren notices this of course, and ruts against you faster and when you respond by moving your hips, it was game over.

“Atta, girl. You fucking love this just as much as I do, don’t you?”

His cock slips in, you whimper but let him hold you against his chest. His hips move faster into you and you move with him, eager to release.

The room filled with filthy sounds, his grunting and your moaning until you squirted around him, soaking his pelvis and the bedsheets under.

Eren whistles before chuckling, “and you were fucking begging me to stop. Your pussy begs to differ, sweetheart.”

You definitely weren’t in your right mind, but Eren was so big, the way he filled you to the brim had you seeing stars

“Take the blindfold off. I can’t see anything.” You whine, breathlessly.

“That’s the whole point, baby.”

He doesn’t take it off, instead pulls you down for a kiss before flipping your position. He’s got you on your back, thighs pressed into your chest.

He pushed in again, hips snapping into you, desperate for another release.

At this point your thighs are shaking, and you’re throbbing down there. It was a new feeling, it hurt but felt good at the same time so you didn’t know what to think of it.

Eren’s pace was ruthless. He had pretty good stamina plus, making a mess of you, it kept his dick pretty fucking hard.

The weekend was filled with filthy fucking.

When I tell you he fucked you all over the house, I goddamn mean it.

Kitchen, living room, shower, closet, the fucking laundry room. He had you outside, legs spread as he fucked you on a lawn chair.

He was pounding into your pussy, rubbing your clit while saying, “gonna marry you, baby. Make you my wife, knock you full with my kids. How does that sound?”

“N-no! My parents would-ah! Eren!” Your fingers flew to his hair, legs shaking as you came around him.

He slaps you, “you don’t have a fucking choice. Unless you wanna disgrace your family name by having a child before marriage.”

You rubs your clit before bottoming out and cumming inside you again. You shake, as he pulls another orgasm from you

“When your parents come back, we’ll ask for their blessing, yeah?”

Hope you liked it <3 sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

[vinnyvamppp]

Rex x autistic reader? Reader stims a lottttt and loves attention <3

Blow It Up, Babe—It’s Therapy

Note: This was actually so cute. NOW BEFORE ANYONE ELSE READS, the person who requested this is someone I'm acquainted with, and I asked for advice regarding the reader's actions. If there's something wrong, PLEASE correct me and I will edit it.

Warnings: None, absolute fluff. Synopsis: Rex decides the best stress relief is blowing stuff up—Rex-style. What starts as a chaotic night of grenades and bad ideas turns unexpectedly soft when he realizes just how much he actually cares about you.

Rex Splode/Sloan x GN!Autistic!Reader

Word Count: 1,659

Rex had never been a subtle guy.

Not in fights, not in arguments, and definitely not in relationships.

So when he started dating you, subtlety went out the fucking window.

"Yo, babe, you good?" His voice cut through the static in your head before his hands did, warm fingers brushing against yours as you absentmindedly tugged at your hair. You hadn't even noticed you were doing it.

You paused, looking up from your spot on the couch, where you'd curled into yourself after a rough day. Rex was standing there, shirt half-buttoned because he was too lazy to finish getting dressed, some fresh bruises on his knuckles from whatever dumbass stunt he'd pulled during training. His eyebrows were furrowed—not in that annoyed way, like when Dupli-Kate ignored him, but in that actually-giving-a-shit way that made your chest feel warm.

You blinked, still not answering. Instead, you hummed—a little shaky, a little off-tune, but comforting nonetheless. "Yeah, okay, that ain't a real answer," Rex muttered, dropping down onto the couch beside you like he owned the place. Which, technically, he kinda did, considering he practically lived here now. "Talk to me. You in your head too much?"

You nodded, hesitating before lifting your hand. Flap, flap, flap. A quick burst of movement. His lips twitched. "Aww, hell yeah, jazz hands! That means you're perkin’ up, right?" You let out a laugh, short but genuine. "Not jazz hands—stimming."

"Same thing," he said, but there was no mockery in it. Just Rex being an idiot. "Yo, you wanna punch me or somethin’? Get some of that stress out? I mean, I ain't invincible, but I could take a hit." You rolled your eyes. "You literally bleed all the time, Rex. No."

"Hey, you pull your own hair when you're stressed, which is, like, way worse. At least if you hit me, it’s mutual destruction, babe." He smirked, clearly thinking he was being charming. You just sighed and reached out instead, running your fingers over the bruises on his knuckles. He stilled—not used to people touching him so softly—and let you inspect the damage like you were the one worried about him.

"Guess we both suck at handling stress, huh?" you murmured. He snorted. "Yeah, but at least you're cute when you do it." You gave him a deadpan look. "And you’re not?"

"Oh, babe, I know I’m cute," he shot back, leaning in. "Devastatingly handsome. Dangerous. A walking, talking panty dropper." You flicked his forehead. "Ow! Fuck!" He recoiled, rubbing the spot as you grinned. "Okay, rude. Here I am, tryna comfort my amazing, adorable, stim-happy partner, and I get assaulted?"

You just hummed again, but this time it wasn’t out of stress. You rocked slightly where you sat, letting the motion calm you, and Rex—surprisingly—didn’t make a dumb joke about it. He just leaned back, draping an arm over your shoulders, letting you move however you needed.

After a beat, he tapped your knee.

"Wanna go blow shit up?"

You blinked. "What?"

"I got some old grenades sittin’ in my stash. We could chuck 'em at some abandoned building, watch shit go boom. Bet it’d be good for, y’know…" He gestured vaguely, like that explained everything. "Processing or whatever." You stared. Then, finally, a grin cracked across your face. "That is your solution to stress relief?"

"Hell yeah. Big-ass explosion? Instant mood booster." His delivery made it an enticing offer. You take a few moments, only showing mock consideration as you mulled over the options deciding to humor him. It didn’t take much convincing for you agree to simply spend time with him. "…Fine. But I'm throwing first."

Rex beamed. "Now that’s my badass." You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when he slung an arm around your shoulders. It was easy with him, even when he was being loud and dumb. Which was, like, always. But unlike other people who’d get all weird or judgy about the way you moved or stimmed, Rex never acted like it was something that needed to stop.

Sure, he made jokes—because he was Rex Fucking Splode, and he made jokes about everything—but it never felt mean. Never felt like he was trying to change you. "Alright, come on, let’s get this show on the road," Rex said, hopping up from the couch like he had a firecracker up his ass. "I got, like, four grenades and a fuckin’ mystery explosive I stole from Cecil’s stash. Could be a dud, could be a nuke, who knows?"

You stared. "…That’s not reassuring, Rex."

He grinned like a little shit. "That’s ‘cause it ain’t."

You let out a sharp exhale—somewhere between a sigh and a laugh—and got up to follow him.

By the time you both made it to some abandoned lot on the outskirts of the city, the sun had fully set. The air smelled like asphalt and distant exhaust, and the only sounds were crickets, the occasional passing car, and Rex rummaging through his backpack like a raccoon in a dumpster.

"Aha!" He yanked out a grenade, holding it up triumphantly. "Boomstick number one. You ready?"

You flexed your fingers, bouncing slightly on your heels. "Hell yeah."

He tossed it to you, and you caught it, rolling the cool metal between your palms. Rex watched with a smirk as you tapped your fingers against the shell, feeling the ridges and grooves, stimming on it like it was some kind of fucked-up fidget toy.

"You gonna throw it, or you just enjoyin’ the tactile experience?"

"Both," you admitted.

He chuckled. "Alright, well, when you’re done getting all intimate with it, let’s see if you got an arm."

You grinned, then yanked the pin and chucked it hard. It arced through the air, landing dead center in the middle of the lot. A second later—

BOOM.

The explosion lit up the night, sending a shockwave through the ground. Heat flared against your face, and you felt it deep within your chest—vibrations rattling through your ribs in the best way. Your breath hitched, a small sound of satisfaction slipping past your lips.

Rex caught it. "Ohhh shit, you liked that."

"…Maybe."

His grin stretched wide. "Fuck yeah, explosions as stims! This is the best day of my life."

You laughed, rocking slightly from foot to foot, the sound of your hands clapping ricocheting off the nearby walls, letting the lingering thrill settle into your bones. There was something oddly soothing about the raw power of it, the way it cut through the static in your head and left behind a sharp, clear kind of focus.

Rex leaned against a half-collapsed wall, watching you with something like amusement. "Told you this would be a good idea. Stress relief, babe. Rex-style." You shot him a look. "And what happens when someone reports random explosions in the middle of the night?"

"Babe, it’s Chicago. Aliens invaded last month, you think the cops give a shit about a couple ‘nades going off?" He scoffed, digging in his bag again. "Here, lemme set up the next one." He pulled out the so-called mystery explosive, which looked way more complicated than a grenade. Wires, blinking lights—the whole ‘you’re probably gonna lose an eyebrow’ package.

"Rex," you said slowly, "do you actually know what that is?"

"Of course I do," he said. Then, after a pause: "…Kinda."

"That’s not confidence-inspiring."

"You wound me," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "Trust me, I probably won’t get us killed."

You gave him an unimpressed look.

He grinned. "Seventy percent sure."

"Rex."

"Okay, okay! Jesus!" He huffed, shaking his head. "Y’know, you are so lucky I like you. Anyone else, I’d just tell ‘em to duck and hope for the best." Your movements stilled slightly, your very being going quiet in a way it didn’t usually do. Rex was still poking at the explosive, but your mind had latched onto something else.

"You are so lucky I like you."

Rex said shit like that all the time—loud and careless, like it didn’t mean anything. But with him, everything meant something. He wasn’t the type to do anything halfway, including feelings. If he didn’t like someone, he made it real fucking obvious. And if he did? It was explosive.

"Hey," you said, voice a little lower now. "You like me?"

He snorted. "Uh, yeah? No shit, babe, I’ve only been—" He cut himself off, eyes narrowing. "Wait, hold up. Are you fishing for sappy shit right now? Oh my god, you are!"

You huffed in amusement, looking away. "Maybe."

"Aw, c’mon, you can’t just admit it? Say it: ‘Rex, I wanna hear how much you loooove me.’" He was grinning like a bastard, but instead of pushing him away, you leaned into his side, letting him feel your full weight as warmth traveled across you two. He immediately shut up.

Rex wasn’t exactly a touchy-feely person—at least, not in a sweet way. He was all about slinging an arm around you, roughhousing, pulling you into his lap like a cocky shit. But this? Just leaning against him? For some reason, that made his brain short-circuit.

"…You, uh, doin’ okay?"

"Yeah." You rocked slightly, just enough to let the motion soothe you. "You’re warm." He coughed. "Uh. Yeah. That’s ‘cause I’m hot as fuck." You laughed against his shoulder. "Obviously." He hesitated, then—slowly, almost like he thought you’d swat him away—he lifted a hand and ran his fingers through your hair, gently, careful not to pull too hard.

Your breath hitched.

"You like that?" he murmured.

You nodded. "Yeah."

Rex exhaled, running his fingers through your hair again. "Cool. ‘Cause, uh. I do like you, y’know. A lot." You smiled against his shoulder. "I know."

"Good." His voice dropped into something softer. "Ain’t nobody else I’d rather spend my night committin’ crimes with."

"Technically, this is property damage," you pointed out.

"Pfft. Whatever. Semantics."

You hummed, then turned to press a quick, fleeting kiss against his jaw.

Rex went silent.

You pulled back, grinning. "…Boom."

His brain fully short-circuited. "Oh, fuck you—"

You just laughed in utter and complete contentment.

I MISS HIM AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-GOOD BOY(‘S) [3]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader (we are so back)

Synopsis: one mark is fun…but 4, that’s a whole new level. After finishing your little (big) session with them, you knew you couldn’t just leave them in that cell to rot…you weren’t usually on the side of stealing but…you just had to take them home with you. Now since you wanted to make this choice off the top of your head—you had to make this fucking work. Good luck~

Warning: continuation story/3rd part (if u don’t read the first two it won’t make sense at all.) , fingers in mouth, mention of saliva, reader dominationnnn (your in charge!), corny dialogue. (Final warning: this story literally will not make sense unless u read pt 1 and 2, this story picks off righttt where pt 2 ends)

W.C: 2.3k

A/N: so…the first 2 parts absolutely blew tf up and there are ppl still begging for more so…HERES MORE AYYEEE. Ok ok, so this part is a bit slow…it’s a bit slow because it’s laying out the ground work for how home life with the marks will work. It’s laying out the pavement…trust the process trust trust…I hope you enjoy this part js as much as the others and if not it’s ok! To each their own. Also also some of the inspiration for this part is from @martinys-world (promised to credit them and they were a part of this series even being able to continue from js a few comments. I also saw Mickey 17 today and that most definitely helped inspire this story more 😭) ANYWAY thanks for all the support so mother fricken much. Yapping over enough the story.

“What…babe…” your mark huffed out trying to shake you a little bit awake to get an answer out of you. He got your eyes open for a few seconds—you were back awake but ready to go back out in an instant. So he asked again.

“Hey…hey babe? What do you mean by “all of us are coming home with you?” Your mark asked again leaning in closer so he could hear everything you had to say. The other marks were still laid out in the pile with you holding parts of your body, cuddling at you since they didn’t wanna let you go.

“Just…just get us all home—I’ll explain there. Just do it, Mark. Cameras are still frozen for now…” you said in a low tone before blacking out once again. You were exhausted—sure, it was fucking worth it but it definitely took the fucking wind out of you. Your mark thought you were absolutely fucking nuts. What would Cecil say, how would they even get out of the room without being noticed, where would they even stay? Even though all these fucking good questions flew through his mind…he couldn’t say no…he just couldn’t refuse you. So, like you asked him to, he got you all home…

In and out of consciousness as you heard little bits and pieces of what each mark had to say. Piecing together their voices as best as you could as you were trying to wake yourself up.

Mohawk Mark was the first to have something to say “She was stupid to let us go”

“Hey! Let her regret it and I’ll send your ass right back to that jail cell. I’ll make up a lie—say you got out or something. Don’t make me regret it.” Your mark scoffed out at him before they started bickering. Their bickering stirred you awake as your eyes started to open.

You knew this place…you were at home… Mark must’ve taken you home and had them come to.

“Mmm…stop arguing…” you mumbled out rubbing at your head. Their heads twisted to you almost instantly as it honestly made you wake yourself up a bit more. You were laid down on the couch watching their eyes on you like hawks.

“Finally awake…did we fuck you too hard” sinister mark said with a snicker before your mark hit him in the head with a magazine.

“Cut it out she just woke up and you’re already starting.” Your mark snarled out as the two began back and forth with each other again. The argument grew louder and louder until the two began tussling on the floor like they were some wild ass animals. It was honestly starting to piss you off. You wanted to get up—shout, scream, get some control back to keep them in check. However, your legs were so fucking sore…you felt weak.

You still had to fucking do something…so as best as you could you lifted yourself off the couch—standing over the both of them as they tussled.

“Mark…other mark…” you said with a sternness in your voice as they just kept going. You reached down grabbing the back of both of their necks—pressing your finger into it as they choked up for a second. You were up, you were mad, and you were clearly about to put them in their place for the 2nd time.

“You two are bickering over absolutely nothing…nothing at all! You’re basically just doing it for the fucking fun of it” you snarled out at them rubbing your finger into their neck more—not to hurt them…but to get them to melt into your clutch again. You kept rubbing at their neck, finger moving deeper before lifting and circling again.

“B..baby…I’m sorry..” your mark cooed out as he practically already gave up—didn’t take much for you to calm him down and correct his behavior. You were glad about that but sinister mark still gave you a challenge…you liked challenges though.

Sinister Mark bit onto his lip not trying to give you the pleasure of hearing another reaction from him. You just smiled at his naivety—he was an absolute fucking fool to think you would give up. You released your mark as your other hand went to Sinister Mark's face. You continued to massage his neck as best as you could before your fingers went to his mouth.

“Open.” You demanded softly as he looked to the wall for a second trying to look at anything but you. You got closer to his level—whispering in his ear softly.

“open.” He finally opened his mouth as your fingers slowly slid into it. Your other hand went from his neck to his face rubbing it softly as you spoke to him passionately.

“Good boy…”

Even though you were weak in the legs—your mind was still strong. You knew how to get your mark in check and clearly, the same methods worked on these variants too. You just had to push harder on them. And you’d do exactly that.

“Now…let’s get this situated shall we?” You turn to the other marks as you lift away from sinister mark pulling your fingers out of his mouth. You weren’t just gonna grab a tissue like a normal person—you rubbed his saliva on his face letting him deal with that himself. He just sat in silence being put in his place.

It was time for you to figure out where the fuck you’d go with this with the rest of them. They were either supposed to rot in jail until they were able to be sent back to their home dimension or be killed and executed at the thought of any escape.

Now they sat in your fucking living room…sitting quietly as they waited for you to figure something out.

One mark was easy…you loved your boyfriend to death. He is special and perfect, you wouldn’t change him for the world. You had never even thought of 2 marks, let alone 4. Now you had 4, all with different mindsets and personalities that you had to figure out how to deal with and how to keep them in check.

Anyone else would’ve quit in a fucking heartbeat—they wouldn’t even have visited the cell of these fucking murderers. You, however, you were fucking insane…you were up for any challenge. Any at fucking all.

The more the merrier in your eyes—a big plus to the situation was that they were all basically your fucking boyfriend. They were all versions of your precious mark. You couldn’t think of being with anyone other than him…however…you could absolutely get with the idea of getting with more than one of him, it was still him—your perfect mark.

“Mark…my mark, cmere please.” You said calling him over to you as he stood by you waiting for what you needed.

You grabbed his face—softly smushing it in your hand. He was a bit surprised but used to it nevertheless.

“Alright…listen up. All of you.” You said with a sternness in your voice—even though you were so fucking excited you were gonna pop. 4 versions of your fucking boyfriend in your house…4. You’d be satisfied for life.

“See this one right here?” You used your mark as an example shaking his face softly before pulling his face down a bit. You wanted him to go down more and he eventually realized as he sunk himself. He stood on his knees, face right by your waist as your hand stayed on his face—smushing it closer to your waist and rubbing it like he was being rewarded.

“This one is obedient…he acts right, usually does what I say the first time without questioning it, I could go on and on.” You spoke to the marks trying to show them how well-behaved yours was. You had to give them a rundown before they stayed at your home so you kept going.

“You all don’t leave this house until I figure out what to do with you. Only my mark can leave this house because he’s the one of this universe…you all are fugitives as well. Leave this house and we will know—fuck up something and I promise you we will know. As of right now, you are a guest, I'd like to let you keep staying here forever but you have to prove yourself to me as well. Besides…the more the merrier and it’s what, 4 of you and 1 of me. Call me crazy but I think there’s enough for me to go around.” You said with a sternness in your voice trying to get a message across. If they fucked up even once—you’d find a way to lie your ass off and ship them back to Cecil in that cold ass cell.

They were silent…you understood they were taking in what you said but that wasn’t gonna cut it—you needed to know they understood. You let go of your marks face walking to Viltrumite mark.

“Do you understand?” You asked in a gentle tone as you rubbed his face. He leaned into your hand melting like butter almost instantly. God—he couldn’t leave this…he couldn’t go back to that old dirty ass cell and not have you there. Any other day he’d say fuck off or fuck you…but he needed you…he’d just have to put his murderous spree aside for a bit…till he got back home to his universe of course.

“Yes maam…” he said in a low tone—looking away bashfully. You let go of his face walking to the next mark…Mohawk mark.

“Well, do you understand?” You asked in a bit of a more strict tone knowing how he was. You rubbed his face softly pinching at his cheek here and there and your other hand rubbed at his Mohawk…he adored your touch. He liked to pick and fuck with you…so you’d have to be harder on him. He was annoyed he couldn’t wreak havoc…but you’d probably keep him satisfied enough to where he’d forget he even needed to do that

“Hmm…sure why not, lady.” He said with a smirk coming to terms with the agreement. He didn’t have shit else to do unless it was going home.

3 down, 1 more to go. You stood in front of sinister mark—your hand reaching down to his face to lift his chin. You had to make sure you got through to this one…you know he’d reek chaos in a heartbeat.

“So…do you understand?” You waited patiently for his answer—moving your other hand to his face while you waited. You couldn’t get enough of touching their faces. Each one felt different, each one was special in their own fucking way. Your hand snaked to his mouth as the other one still held his chin up to look at you. Your thumb popped into his mouth as he nibbled on it softly before finally giving you an answer.

“Yes…yes maam…” he choked out before you walked away from him. You finally had all the answers you needed from them before you walked down the hallway of your house. They all say confused in the living room wondering where you were going before you spoke.

“Well? Hurry the hell up, don’t know about you guys but I’m still fucking exhausted…let’s figure out these sleeping arrangements and go to fucking bed!” You slapped your thigh—basically calling for them to come here as if they were puppies. They reminded you of them anyway…

They rushed down the hallway—following behind you as you went to the bedroom. You had them sit on the bed while you took a shower as they started up conversation with each other.

“Ok so…do we get to take those showers with her? Have you ever taken one with her?” Viltrumite Mark asked for your mark as he honestly wanted to know and take one with you.

“No you don’t get to take showers with her every time…and yes I’ve taken plenty with her…” he said back in an exhausted voice. He was still taking in everything but seemed ok with the arrangement you were making.

Mohawk Mark was the next to ask a question about the showers, except he was a little more personal.

“Did you two ever like…y’know…fuck in there.” He said with a grin across his face. Your mark just rolled his eyes but nodded yes…it was the honest truth.

You had finally finished your shower—coming out in a t-shirt and underwear as you heard them speak.

“What you boys talking about?”

They didn’t answer—they were just watching you once again like a hawk. It was weird and you liked it. It was hard for you to tell them apart besides personality and Mohawk mark of course…so…you grabbed a marker going one at a time.

“This is my mark…” you said softly before writing initials on his back. He jolted up a bit not expecting it but knew why you had to do it.

“This is sinister mark…this is viltrumite mark…and your Mohawk mark but there’s no need to put initials on you…”

You said before rubbing his Mohawk making it as messy as you could. You finally leaped into bed as they followed right after you—crawling up to you to try and be the one to cuddle you.

You were in fucking heaven as they wrapped their arms around you like snakes—holding you tightly as they wanted to be the one to snuggle with you or kiss you.

You kissed every one of them as best as you could…some sloppy…some gentle and sweet…you looked at all of them speaking one final time before going to rest with them.

“This is just the beginning…I’ve got plans for you…all of you. I do however expect to be woken up with all of you cleaned and showered…and maybe food ready…”

Your final demands for the day were made. You could finally melt into bed with these marks…your marks…

(A/n: Ahem ahem, there will most definitely be another fucking part…🥸🤞 tune in…for more submissive mark content…let’s get em pregnant)

[spr1ngtweaks]

Could I please request Harley Sawyer x reader who has their periods (heavy flow and painful cramps to the MAX to the point the can't even stand cause I'm literally doing the itadori pose on the floor bawling my eyes out.) ily and ur writing so much! Sending love🫶

Harley Sawyer x You – Dealing with Extreme Period Pain

Harley isn’t good with emotions, but pain? Pain he understands. And when it’s your pain? Yeah—he’s not about to just stand by and do nothing.

🖤 His Initial Reaction 🖤

The first time he sees you curled up, barely able to move, face twisted in pain?

He assumes it’s something serious. Something he needs to fix.

"What the hell’s wrong?" His voice is sharp, but his eyes are scanning you for injuries.

When you mumble out “It’s just my period”, he just stares for a second—processing.

He’s quiet, unreadable. Then:

"…That’s it?"

Not dismissing your pain—just shocked that something so common can knock you out like this.

🖤 Once He Gets It 🖤

Harley doesn’t pity. He solves. If this is something that happens monthly, he’s making sure you’re prepared.

Painkillers? Done. He stocks them up like he’s building a survival kit.

Hot water bottles? Heating pads? You didn’t even ask, but he’s already handed one to you without a word.

Carrying you if needed? He doesn’t hesitate. You’re too weak to stand? Fine. He picks you up like it’s nothing.

"Not dealing with you collapsing. Just shut up and hold on."

Silent but deadly levels of care. He won’t say "Are you okay?" ten times, but he notices everything.

Grimaces when you shift wrong? He’s already adjusting your pillows.

Winces when you try to sit up? His hand is already at your back, steadying you.

Can’t eat? He figures out something light and easy for you—won’t admit he looked it up.

🖤 Protective Mode: Activated 🖤

Someone tries to make a snide comment about you being “dramatic” about it?

Harley’s death glare alone could kill.

"Say that again. No—go ahead." Voice calm, but dangerous.

If he can remove stressors, he will.

You got work? Not anymore—you’re “suddenly unavailable.” Don’t ask how.

Need silence? He makes sure no one disturbs you.

If you’re too stubborn to rest, his patience snaps:

“You wanna be miserable? Fine. But you’re not doing it on my watch. Lie the hell down.”

🖤 The Quiet Affection 🖤

He’s not the type for soft words, but he is the type to sit there, quietly, until you fall asleep.

His hand? Might not hold yours, but it’ll rest on your leg or back, a grounding touch.

His voice? A low, steady hum if you need background noise. Maybe reading something aloud, pretending it’s for himself.

And when it’s finally over—when the worst of it passes?

He just exhales, looks at you, and mutters,

"’Bout damn time."

But there’s relief in his tone. Like he felt every hour of your suffering with you.

💀 If You Ever Make a Joke About It 💀

"Ugh, I think my uterus is trying to kill me."

Harley, completely serious:

"You need it removed?"

"…What."

"If it’s trying to kill you, get rid of it."

"That’s—That’s not how it works, Harley."

Grunts. But you know he was actually considering it.

Harley might not be gentle, but when it comes to you? He makes damn sure you’re taken care of.

[artstennisracket]

Nokia ib: nokia by drake please listen while you read :) tashi x fem reader

cw: nsfw (18+), fingering, public sex (kinda), drunk sex

stop teasing me, yeah, what? stop teasing me

Tashi could recognize you anywhere. In a crowded room of hot and sweaty bodies, music blasting. Several of her senses were impaired but she still spotted you from the moment you walked in.

Opium was the hot spot for who’s who every friday night, so no surprise she was there. The question was why were you there? The studious college student she had met all those months ago who rarely partied.

You and Tashi had met after she came to talk at your university. She talked about the ups and downs of her career as a tennis player turned tennis couch turned entrepreneur. There were also rumors that she was going through a divorce, but the carefully curated line of questioning seemed to avoid that topic.

After the talk a few girls hung back for the chance to talk to Tashi and take pictures. You were last in line so it was just you and Tashi left in the auditorium.

You can’t even remember what dumb question you asked her but you can remember the insta and connection you felt to her. It was like magic. If magic existed, that was the closest you’d ever come to it.

You also remember the fateful words Tashi said, “I have a few hours before my next meeting, did you want to get lunch?”

She said lunch yet no food was eaten. But I guess technically you did eat something else…

So she had you sign an NDA and sent you on your way, not thinking she’d see you again.

Surprised was an understatement, but she kept her face neutral as she watched you like a hawk as the night went on.

She didn’t even want to come out that night but Patrick had begged her. Saying that he’d been playing well lately and deserved a break. She was fully opposed, insisting that he go with Art instead. But Art offered to stay home with Lily, saying that “You deserve to have some fun too.”

So here she was. Standing at a high top table, watching her ex-hookup on the dance floor. You came with your friends but as far as Tashi was concerned you were the only one on the dance floor.

Patrick came back with some drinks from the bar. He smirks watching Tashi with her eyes on you. “If you stare hard enough you’ll turn her into stone.”

She side eyes Patrick, her face unamused, “Fuck off.”

He sips his drink and then he realizes, “Wait a minute…you so wanna fuck her!”

Tashi tilts her head to the side before she takes a sip of her drink, “I thought age was supposed to improve critical thinking skills.”

He analyses her face for a second more, “No you’re right I was wrong,” He takes a step closer to her whispering in her ear, “You already fucked her didn’t you?” He watches Tashi face for a moment. Still unmoving, no reaction to the words he said.

He nods to himself, “Good luck with that.” And with that he picks up his drink and walks into the crowd.

She scoffs sipping her drink again. She turns back to look at you again only to lock eyes with you. You were staring right back at her.

She holds your eye contact. You break it to start grinding on the next guy that approaches you.

So that’s how this was gonna be. Fine.

Throughout the night Tashi had been approached by so many different guys and girls she couldn’t even keep track of their names. Stacy? Becky? Keisha? Ellie? Dani? Doesn’t matter.

Sneaking glances in the middle of making small talk to people she wasn’t even interested in. She just hoped you were paying attention to her the same way she was paying attention to you.

And you were.

But you were definitely teasing her. Dancing on whoever showed you even a little interest. Grinding, shaking ass, whatever the music called for, and she watched it all. Wishing it was her instead.

But Tashi wasn’t one to play games for long.

She watched as you whispered in the ear of the girl you were dancing on before you parted ways, making your way to the bathroom. None of your friends following you which would be a little concerning if you were alone but worked out perfectly for Tashi.

She followed a few steps behind you. There were single bathrooms. You didn’t notice until there was a hand stopping you from closing the bathroom door shut. You make eye contact before Tashi slams the door behind her.

“You think this is a game?” is the first out of Tashi’s mouth.

You let out a huff from your nose, smiling while you pull your panties down from under your dress. You make direct eye contact with her as you piss, “I mean this has been pretty fun for me, so if you want to think of it as a game, sure. But you’re the one getting played.”

You wipe and flush the toilet before moving to wash your hands. Tashi steps closer until she’s directly behind you, pressing up against your back.

She leans in closer, making eye contact with you in the bathroom mirror over the sink, “Let’s not forget whose name you were moaning out like a slut three weeks ago,” She whispers in your ear.

You can help the wave of pleasure that washes you over you as you reminisce your time previously spent with Tashi. The way she ate you out like she was performing surgery, meticulous and effective. You’ve never finished so fast before.

“That was a lifetime ago,” You dismiss her, breaking eye contact to turn off the faucet. You’re about to reach down to pull up your panties until Tashi moves her hand under your dress. She finds your hole, teasing the pad of her middle finger against your entrance.

You suck in a sharp breath through your nose.

“Seems like someone’s remembering now huh?” She says, smug as ever. Then she’s pushing her finger in. Nice and easy, considering how wet you are.

You go to rest your hands on the bathroom counter, letting your head fall forward. But that doesn’t last long. Tashi’s hand runs up the nape of your neck, fisting a handful hair. This effectively pulls your head up, causing you to make eye contact in the mirror once again.

She adds another finger, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart on my fingers, so you don’t forget this time.”

You bite your lip trying to stay quiet until Tashi starts curling her fingers,

pressing up against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck Tashi,” You whine as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out.

“Touch yourself,” She spits out, keeping up her pace.

You move your hand down to rub at the bundle of nerves, enhancing the pleasure your feeling. You’re not sure how much longer you can last.

There’s a banging on the bathroom door, probably someone who needs to go but there are several single bathrooms on this floor.

“Tell them it’s occupied,” She whispers in your ear while picking up the pace.

You clear your throat, about to speak until you can feel the rush of your orgasm sweeping over you, “Ah fuck baby, I’m coming,” You basically yell.

Tashi smirks, knowing that the person outside probably heard. But there was no more knocking so hopefully they made the smart choice to find another bathroom.

She pulls her fingers out slowly, completely covered in your juices. She brings those fingers to your mouth. You open, letting her push her fingers in. Tongue swirling all around, sucking every last drop, cleaning up the mess you made.

“That’s my girl,” Tashi says softly, letting go of your hair and placing a kiss on your cheek, “Look at yourself, completely wrecked.”

And she was right. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, your dress was askew. Your panties were still pulled down around your thighs.

You try to turn your head to capture her lips in kiss but she steps around you, starting to wash her hands in the sink.

“If you think you’re going to play games with me and still have me, then you really don’t know me. You’re lucky I even made you come to begin with.” She grabs some paper towel to dry her hands off.

She checks herself in the mirror. Hair in place, makeup still perfect, and dress still laid perfectly over her body. She grabs the door handle, “This still falls under your NDA by the way.”

And then she’s gone.

Tashi walks out of the bathroom triumphantly, perfect as ever, while you remain in the bathroom trying to get yourself together.

taglist: @antxnxlla @tacobacoyeet @newrochellechallenger2019

a/n: big shoutout to ava (tacobacoyeet) for the idea :)

[babytomatoes21]

WHERE DID YOU GO? - m.s.

wc: 1.3k cws: swearing, angst, death, car crash, self-blame

"where did you go? I should know, but it's cold, and I don't wanna be lonely, so show me the way home. I can't lose another life."

matt wakes up to sunlight streaming through the window, the warmth on his skin, and he stretches, feeling the familiar stretch of his muscles. he checks his phone—nothing urgent, just the usual. he scrolls through his messages, barely reading them, when he hears your laugh in the kitchen, that soft sound that always pulls him back from the fog of sleep, grounding him.

he grins to himself, rolling out of bed and pulling on his hoodie. he’s late, but it doesn’t matter. not today. today feels good, like everything’s just right. he’s ready to face whatever comes next, but for now, he’s content to be in this moment.

he stumbles into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, and there you are—making breakfast, humming along to whatever song’s playing softly on the radio. you turn to him with that smile, the one that never fails to make his heart skip a beat, the one that makes him feel like everything’s going to be okay. “hey, sleepyhead,” you tease, voice light and playful. “you’re really gonna stay in bed all day?”

“i wish i could,” he mumbles, half a smile forming on his lips. “you know i’m not a morning person.”

you laugh, pouring him a cup of coffee as he leans against the counter, still a little out of it. “i know, baby,” you say, the warmth of your voice making everything feel even more real.

he chuckles, shaking his head, his eyes still half-lidded from sleep but full of love as he watches you.

“breakfast looks good,” he says, his voice still a little groggy but full of affection. the familiarity of it all—the way you move around the kitchen, the way you make everything feel like home—is the kind of comfort he never wants to let go of.

you smirk. “don’t sound so surprised. i’m a natural at this shit.”

“alright, kid, i’ll believe it when I taste it,” he grins, his voice teasing, and there’s a hint of playfulness between the two of you that makes his heart swell.

you hand him a plate, and with a grin, nudge him toward the table. matt takes it, but there’s something about the way he watches you—his eyes soft and filled with an unspoken kind of love, the way you move around the kitchen like it’s the most natural thing in the world, that makes him feel at peace. everything’s perfect, the kind of perfect he didn’t even know he was looking for.

you sit down beside him, casually leaning your head on his shoulder, the simple touch making him feel like the world could end and he’d still be okay as long as he’s with you. the world feels right.

but then, something shifts.

it’s subtle at first. a slight tension, almost unnoticeable. you stand up to grab something from the counter, but when you pass the doorway to the living room, matt catches it—a brief pause. your shoulders tense for just a moment, like you were about to stop yourself from doing something. then, as if nothing happened, you keep walking.

“you good?” matt asks, his voice soft but full of concern, his brow furrowing as he watches you carefully.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you say with a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. matt notices it, but he doesn’t push it. he figures you’re just tired, or something’s on your mind. he lets it go.

maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’ve got a lot on your mind. it’s nothing. he brushes it off.

but then, the silence. and the doorbell rings.

matt raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t think much of it at first. probably just a delivery guy or someone dropping something off. you get up to answer it, and when you reach for the door handle, you stop again.

“hey, i’ll be right back,” you say, your voice light, like everything’s fine. “just gotta grab something real quick.”

“okay,” he replies, not thinking much of it. he watches you walk toward the door, then grabs his phone, still distracted, scrolling through it absentmindedly.

and then you’re gone.

at first, matt brushes it off. maybe you ran into chris or nick outside. maybe you’re just going to pick something up, nothing big. no reason to worry. it’s fine.

but then, time passes. minutes. then hours.

he checks his phone, expecting a text from you any second. nothing.

the unease grows. he brushes it off playing fortnite, but even that can’t distract him. the clock ticks on, and the weight in his chest starts to grow heavier. where are you?

he stands up, pacing around the room, glancing out the window like maybe he’ll see you walking down the street, like he’ll see your familiar figure appearing around the corner, everything back to normal. but no. he grabs his jacket and heads outside.

she’s fine. she’s fine. he tells himself that over and over, but the words feel hollow, like they don’t belong to him anymore. something’s wrong. he knows it. the feeling gnaws at him in a way he can’t explain.

he walks through the neighborhood, scanning every corner, every place you always went to. but nothing.

his steps slow as the weight of it settles into him, heavy and tight in his chest. something’s wrong. he doesn’t know how or why, but he feels it, deep in his gut. his phone buzzes, and he sees it’s chris calling.

he picks up without thinking. “hey, have you seen her? i don’t know where she is.”

there’s a long pause, too long. and then, chris’s voice comes through the phone, quieter than usual, like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“matt…” chris’s voice breaks slightly. “she’s gone.”

matt freezes. the words don’t compute. it’s like the world has gone silent, like there’s a wall between him and the truth. it doesn’t make sense.

“what do you mean?” matt’s voice cracks, panic rising in his chest. “what do you mean she’s gone?”

there’s a long silence on the other end of the line. then, chris’s voice is barely a whisper. “matt... it’s been two weeks since the crash.”

everything goes numb.

“what crash? no. no, chris, no. she—she’s fine. she was fine. we—i was just with her. she was right there—” matt’s voice falters as his chest tightens, the words stumbling out of him like they don’t belong to him.

“matt,” chris says gently, his voice laced with pain. “you need to stop this. you’re torturing yourself.”

the world around matt blurs. the phone trembles in his hand, but his body doesn’t move. everything is spinning, a whirlwind of disbelief and shock.

she’s gone?

his mind can’t make sense of it, can’t process the reality of it. it’s too much. too sudden. he thinks back to that night—the way the car swerved, the screeching of tires, how the steering wheel felt in his hands when he tried to stop, but nothing worked in time.

he remembers your face—alive, full of life, full of love—and how it all slipped away so quickly, how his world was turned upside down in a flash.

he stands there for a moment, frozen. everything around him feels distant, unreal. his hands tremble as he lets the phone fall to the ground. slowly, he sinks down to sit on the sidewalk. his eyes sting, but the tears don’t come all at once—they’re slow, like they’re waiting for permission. his chest feels tight, every breath a little harder to take. guilt eats at him, sharp and bitter, the crushing feeling that he couldn’t do anything to stop it. couldn’t keep you safe. it’s too much to hold, too much to make sense of.

he rocks back and forth slowly, hands scratching up and down his arms, leaving red marks. he digs his nails deeper until spots of bright red appear, but he can't feel anything. his bottom lip trembles as his breaths come in short gasps. he looks up, tears spilling down his face, searching for an anchor. anything.

it's his fault. he should’ve been the one to go. and he was never going to forgive himself.

a/n: my shaylaaa 🥀

tags: @mattswifeyy @courta13 @p3sthoe @ivysturnss @billiesturns

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws 💗

© babytomatoes21

[sillylilsquid]

𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊

♥︎summary: Thanos and you have always been each other’s safe place. You helped him through his darkest moments, but now you’re the one spiraling—reckless nights, self-destructive choices, and a past she won’t face. Thanos refuses to let you slip away, stepping in when things go too far. A getaway forces buried truths to surface, blurring the lines of their relationship as old wounds and unspoken feelings collide. But healing isn’t easy, and neither is love. He makes you feel something. Something like safe.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. sexual themes, brief descriptions addiction, mentions of sa(nothing in depth, just implied), suggestive photos, blackmailing reader w/ said suggestive photos, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 12.4k words. plz enjoy!! i have been writing so much lately, so be on the look out for much more hehe 🖤

The first time you ever saw Thanos cry was in the alley behind a convenience store, vape in one hand, bruised knuckles on the other. He didn’t say much, just mumbled something about how he was “so fucking tired,” voice thick and strained, like he had been holding it in for too long. You sat beside him on the curb, handed him the bottle of cheap soju you had bought on impulse, and let him talk when he was ready. That night, he told you about the weight of expectations, the suffocating grip of addiction, and the fear that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t strong enough to pull himself out of it.

The first time he saw you cry was in your car outside your ex’s apartment. You hadn’t meant to call him, but your fingers moved faster than your brain, and before you knew it, he was there–leaning against the passenger door, arms crossed, waiting. You were embarrassed at first, wiping at your cheeks furiously, trying to play it off, but Thanos didn’t buy it. Instead, he sighed, climbed into the car, and cranked up the heat. “Alright, babe,” he had said, voice softer than usual. “You wanna cry about it first, or you wanna tell me what happened?”

The first time you saw him high, it scared the hell out of you. He wasn’t himself, not really. His eyes were distant, movements sluggish, laughter hollow. You had heard the rumors, but seeing it with your own eyes was different. That night, you dragged him out of some shitty house party, ignoring the protests, the slurred reassurances that he was “fine.” You had sat him down on your couch, forced him to drink water, made sure he didn’t choke in his sleep. And in the morning, when the weight of his choices settled in, you didn’t scold him. You just made him coffee and told him, “I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?”

And now…now things were different. Now, it was you spiraling. Now, it was you disappearing for days, shutting people out, then swinging to the opposite extreme–going out, drinking too much, spending money like it was nothing. You told yourself you were fine, but Thanos wasn’t buying it.

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.

The rest of the night was quiet. You two drove back to his apartment, the weight of everything that had happened slowly lifting as you realized how much you meant to each other. In that moment, it didn’t matter if it was complicated. It didn’t matter if you didn’t have all the answers. You had each other. And that was enough.