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[myunggikin]

im not sure if you write for dae-ho but if you do i humbly request some really soft smut and a lot of praise with him

your work is great keep it up <33

Soft!daeho, who You don’t even realize how tightly you’re holding him until his hand gently wraps around your wrist.

“Breathe,” Daeho murmurs, voice quiet against your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The room is dim, golden with the glow of the lamp. His body is warm beneath yours, bare skin to bare skin, and he’s looking at you like you’re made of something breakable. Something godly.

You move your hips just a little, and he gasps. His lashes flutter. “Ah—baby… slow, please…” He whines.

It’s so slow. All of it. His hands, splayed on your waist like he’s holding on for dear life. The way his lips kiss every inch of your neck, your collarbone, your jaw. He’s not thrusting up into you, just letting you take him, move at your pace, guide the rhythm like a gentle tide.

“You feel so good,” he whispers, breath catching. “You’re so, so warm, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You nod, forehead to his. “I love you.”

You keep going, so sweet and careful, gasping together like you’re learning each other all over again. Daeho’s thighs are shaking beneath you, his voice breaking into little moans and whispered praises, “perfect,” “my angel,” “don’t stop, please”, and when he finally comes, it’s soft, overwhelming, and slow, the way a wave kisses the shore.

You collapse on top of him, hearts racing. His hands never leave your back.

taglist:, @francescaaaaaaa, @thanosspills, @chrissexuall, @fjskskfei

[myunggikin]

RUNAWAY

pairing: thanos x femreader

warnings: smut, angst, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, low self worth, public sex.

a/n: PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING!!! this is part 1 of my series, it’s inspired by the song runaway by kanye west. i felt like writing angst for some reason and decided to turn it into this, part 2 will have a lot more angst and probably little smut. but pls let me know if u want a part 2 first!

“I’m so gifted at finding what i don’t like the most.”

He didn’t even ask your name at first.

You were wearing a short black dress and chewing on the straw of a drink someone else paid for. Bored, pretty, ignored. He liked that.

He sat beside you like he owned the place. Because he did.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” He asked probably overconfident.

You giggled nervously. “I’m not alone, my friends are dancing.” You stated.

“You don’t dance senorita?” He asked.

That was the first night he fucked you. Fast, quiet, mean. Like he was trying to forget someone else. He never kissed you, just pressed you against the wall, and groaned into your shoulder when he came.

You didn’t see him again for weeks.

He found you in the same club again. This time he was drunker, even a bit sadder.

He’d start to show up every night you went to the club, arms tense, smelling like smoke and vodka. Say things like, “I shouldn’t be here,” while undressing you with shaking hands. Fuck you on the floor. The wall. Your couch.

He was always gone by the morning, you grew to expect it. You grew to stop asking why.

But there were moments. Moments where, mornings he made coffee in your kitchen. Nights he pulled you onto his lap and called you “baby” with something like affection. One time, he kissed your ankle and whispered, “You can do better then me.” You will never forget that night.

It was always on and off.

He’d disappear for a month. Come back drunk. You’d let him fuck you until your thighs ached and your throat was raw from moaning his name.

“I don’t love you,” he’d say.

You’d nod. “I know.”

He would never notice, the tears that would fall down your cheeks.

And after he left, you’d sit in the same silence he left behind and pretend you weren’t waiting for the next time.

Last time, he called you a good girl while pulling your hair, then came on your stomach and told you to clean yourself up. That nearly broke your heart. But still you wait for him.

You curled against him after, quiet, scared to ask anything real.

“Why do you always come back?” Your voice cracked. He was half-asleep. Didn’t open his eyes.

“Because I ruin everything else.”

Tonight, you’re lying in bed alone. You scroll past texts from guys who’d ask your number at different clubs. guys who’d probably treat you better. You don’t reply.

Because you know who you want.

And you know he’s never going to choose you in the daylight.

But he might show up tonight. And that keeps you hopeful.

Drunk. Lost. Needing something warm to fuck the sadness out of.

And you’ll let him.

Because even when he’s terrible, he still says your name like it means somthing to him.

“Can’t you just runaway?”

You lie on your couch in the same hoodie he peeled off you last night, his fingerprints still blooming across your thighs like proof you let him touch you again. Your eyes are sore from crying. You haven’t eaten.

Why do i always do this to myself? You thought.

Because even when he’s at his worst, he makes you feel more than anyone else ever has.

Because the moments when he’s inside you and whispering your name are the only ones that feel real anymore.

You grab your phone.

You type…

Do you even remember last night?

Then delete it.

You type…

You came inside me and didn’t even kiss me.

Delete.

I hate you.

Delete.

That night, you put on a black corset, and a tiny skirt, and go out.

Not because you want to. Not because you feel good. But because you want him to see you looking like you don’t need him.

You know where he’ll be. The club. His club. Surrounded by men who fear him and women who want to be the next ruined thing he touches.

You walk in like you belong. Shoulders straight. Eyes empty.

And it works. He sees you.

He’s standing in the VIP booth, half-lit by strobes, hand lazily resting on the waist of a woman you don’t recognize.

But his eyes are on you the second you walk in.

It’s a curse, really.

You go to the bar. Order something strong.

Don’t look at him.

Three minutes later, a hand grabs your arm.

You don’t have to turn around to know it’s him.

He leans down, mouth close to your ear.

“You came here for attention, baby?” he mutters. “You have mine.”

You twist your arm free and don’t meet his gaze.

“Why are you even here?” you snap. “Go back to your bottle and your bimbo.”

He scoffs. It’s cruel. “Jealous?”

“You fucked me last night and vanished. Again.” You finally met his gaze, hoping to find somthing in his eyes. You don’t.

“And i told you to run away from me.” Runaway.

“I told you I loved you six months ago,” you hiss. “And you ignored me like I was nothing.”

That wipes the smile off his face.

You turn to walk away.

He grabs your wrist again. Strong. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you stay.

“Don’t leave,” he says, quiet.

“Why not?”

“Because I remember everything.” Liar.

Your stomach flips. You hate yourself for it. Hate how just those four words bring tears to your eyes.

You pull your hand away. “Then why do you keep doing this to me?”

He doesn’t answer.

You shake your head. “You only want me when you’re too drunk to lie.”

And then, because you’re tired of the ache, you lean in, look him dead in the eye, and say:

I should’ve never let you fuck me, the first time we met. I should’ve walked away the second you asked me, what i was doing here all alone. You said yell harshly.

You expect him to snap.

Instead, he grabs your waist and drags you out of the club, muttering “Don’t make a fucking scene.”

He pushes your hard against the wall outside the club. “Don’t fucking push me thanos!” You scream.

“Do you wanna shut the fuck up?” He says roughly. Getting closer to you.

“It’s not like you didn’t wear this slutty little fucking dress for me yeah?” His hand reaches up your dress.

You slap his chest. “Fuck you.”

He growls. “You’re going to.”

He unzips his pants, and pulls your hand to him, pressing it over the thick bulge straining through his briefs.

“You wanted my attention,” he whispers, voice low, broken. “Take it.”

You drop to your knees in front of him. Not because you forgive him.

Because you can’t stay away.

You pull him out, thick and heavy in your hands, and take him into your mouth with anger still burning in your throat. His hands fist in your hair instantly, low moans rolling off his tongue like regret.

“Just like that. Fuck, baby—”

You suck him until his voice is raw. Until his hips jerk. Until you want to cry all over again.

When he comes, you swallow every drop like it means something.

Then you wipe your mouth. Stand up.

“I hope you remember this too,” you say.

And leave.

“Runaway as fast as you can.”

It’s been 96 days since you last saw him.

You know because you counted. At first out of spite. Then routine. Then pain.

But lately? Lately, it’s been easier.

Your appetite came back. You stopped checking your phone every hour. You even went on a date last week, he was kind, sweet, normal.

He didn’t taste like regret when he kissed you.

You almost let him take you home.

Almost.

It’s late tonight. You’re in bed with a book. You feel calm, and relaxed.

And then, three slow knocks.

Your heart stops.

You slowly get off your bed, and start walking towards your door, all you were wearing was a oversized t-shirt and some panties.

You know it’s him before you even open the door.

But nothing prepares you for what you see.

He’s barely standing.

Shirt torn, black eye swollen shut, nose crusted with blood. Split lip. Limps when he shifts his weight.

Your breath catches. “Oh my God.”

He doesn’t speak at first. Just looks at you with one working eye, exhausted, bruised, and for the first time ever, small.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he says, voice rasping like it hurts to speak. “Didn’t think you’d even open the door.”

“Come in.” You almost hesitate.

And he stumbles in.

You patch him up in silence.

Warm water, cotton pads, alcohol wipes. Your trembling hands on skin that used to ruin you.

He flinches when you dab the cut on his lip.

He watches your every move.

“I wasn’t using,” he says, voice low. You pause.

“I got in deep with some people. Didn’t want you to know. Didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I don’t even really know you anyway.” You said quietly.

He doesn’t say anything.

“You’re lucky you’re alive.”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t be.” He mumbles.

That makes your hands freeze.

You look up at him. “Don’t say that.”

He exhales, slow. “You were right to let me go.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice.”

You finish wiping the blood from his chest. His skin is warm. Beaten, bruised, but still him.

Still Thanos.

Still yours, in some sick way.

“Stay.” You whisper.

He looks at you, broken. “Why?”

“Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want to take care of you.” Fix you.

He closes his eyes.

And then leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours.

No kiss. Just pressure, just breath and stillness.

“Let me show you something different,” he whispers.

You nod.

And for the first time, he kisses you soft.

The sex is slow. For once.

Hands trembling, breaths uneven, skin pressed skin-tight. He moves like he’s afraid to hurt you this time. Like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You straddle him gently, thighs on either side of his bruised hips. He hisses in pain when you settle.

“I’ll stop,” you whisper.

“No,” he breathes. “Stay. Please, don’t stop touching me.”

You kiss down his neck. Across the fading scars. He grips your waist, not to guide you, but to hold onto something real.

When he slides into you, it’s not fast. Not rough.

It’s desperate in a different way. Like he’s trying to earn your forgiveness with every slow thrust. Like you’re the only clean thing he’s touched in months.

You bury your face in his shoulder. He kisses your temple.

“Good girl. So good to me,” he murmurs. “Why are you still so good to me?”

“I don’t know.”

You’re both crying by the time you come. You don’t remember who came first. Only that neither of you let go.

After, he holds you tighter than he ever has.

He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t put on clothes. Doesn’t talk.

You lie in bed with his fingers tangled in yours, your cheek pressed to his chest, the scent of sweat between you.

You expect him to fall asleep.

Instead, he whispers, “I don’t want to be that man anymore.”

You don’t answer. But you don’t let go either.

It’s different now.

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[myunggikin]

are u guys ready for a mini series??? featuring thanos x reader😉😉

it’s inspired by 2 songs😋

[myunggikin]

thanos/subong x fem!reader drabble :P

subong currently has you letting out all kinds of obscene sounds with the way he’s currently thrusting in and out of your gushy pussy and with the way his hand rests low enough on your tummy so the pad of his thumb is pressing into your aching clit. you can feel that coil in your tummy about to burst and he can too with the all familiar feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him.

“yeah, you like that…you like the way thanos is making you feel baby” he groans into the curve where your neck and shoulders meet. he leans up and brings his hand up to grab at your jaw so your eyes meet his. “pussy sucking me in so good… f-fuck, all mine right?” you just nod at him, too fucked out to even answer him. “i-i wanna hear y-you say it mama, who’s pUssy is-“ his voice cracks and all of the sudden his movements come to a halt and you’re intelligible again.

you’re full on giggling and laughing at him because sure— he’s had voice cracks before but during his dirty talk?? don’t even start. he’s still inside of you while you continue to laugh at him “‘s not funny…” he says, his cheeks being a deeper red with how flushed he is from the embarrassment and suddenly your laughter is cut off when he’s pulling out of you and flipping your body over so your ass is out and about for him. “i’ll show you whats funny” he spanks your ass and shoves himself back in your hole to continue his assault.

truly nothing else was funny after that… the whole night ended in a long battle of edging.

a/n: its 3am and ive got a lab exam in the morning it’s all good though im going to make it out alive and i will pass #manifestation #affirmation

[myunggikin]

might be too much but namgyu anal? or anal fingering / ahh eating 😭🙏

…

(I’ll see myself out)

NO GOING BACK NOW

pairing: namgyu x femreader

warnings: smut, anal play, and anal sex, oral sex, sleepish sex, cum swallowing, praise kink

i’m You were curled up on the couch beside Namgyu, each of you doing your own thing. He was doom scrolling through his phone, eyes lazily flicking across the tv every once in awhile. While you lay on your stomach with your head propped on your arms, scrolling through your phone. His legs were warm against your side, and you barely registered when his hand settled on the curve of your ass.

At first, it was innocent, just resting there.

Then he started to move his fingers. Slow, absentminded circles. A little squeeze. His thumb dragged lightly across the top of your thigh. You bit your lip, thinking maybe it was just mindless touching, but the longer it went on, the more intentional it felt. His hand gripped firmer, then softer, kneading you like he was trying to memorize how you felt in his palm.

You squirmed a little. He kept touching.

“Namgyu,” you said softly, lifting your head just slightly. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t stop. His fingers slid a little lower, brushing right near your ass crack, dangerously close to somewhere that made you tense. He smiled, eyes still on his screen like he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary.

“Just touching you,” he murmured. “You feel good.”

Your body twitched under his palm again as his thumb brushed over the cleft of your ass, right near your hole. You jolted, half turning toward him.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathless. “You’re getting real close.”

That made him look at you, finally. His phone dropped into his lap as he leaned in, voice a little lower, a little more intense. “I know,” he said. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Your heart beat picked up. “Ask me what?”

He paused for a beat, hand still resting warm and heavy on you. Then, “Would you ever want to try it?.” He said voice a little husky.

“Try what?” You said nervously.

“Anal.” His voice cracked.

You blinked at him, heart thudding louder now. “You mean like… Fuck my ass?”

Namgyu nodded, hand gliding a little lower again, slow and teasing but still careful. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it,” he murmured. “Not to rush you. I just… want to feel all of you. If you’re okay with it.”

You swallowed hard. You’d thought about it before, maybe during sex when his fingers wandered a little too low, but the idea always made your body tense, made your brain go foggy with nerves. It felt so… vulnerable.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “It kinda scares me.”

Namgyu leaned forward and kissed your lower back, lips warm and grounding. “I know, baby. That’s why I’m asking first.”

You looked back at him. His expression wasn’t teasing or pushy, just hoping you would’ve said yes.

“…Could we try my fingers?” He asked quietly. “Not anything more yet. Just to see.”

“Okay fine.. But go slow.” You agreed. He nodded, moving closer to you.

He tugged your shorts and panties down just enough to expose your ass. You buried your face into the couch cushion, body already twitching and nervous.

Namgyu kissed one cheek, then the other, murmuring, “You’re so perfect back here, fuck…”

He reached over to the side table drawer, you knew exactly what was in there, he grabbed the lube without saying a word. You heard the cap pop, then felt the cold gel on your asshole.

“Deep breath, baby,” he murmured, one hand stroking your lower back. “I’m just gonna touch you. That’s it.”

You gasped softly when he spread your cheeks gently and traced his slick finger between them, brushing just barely over your hole. Your hips jolted, thighs clenching.

“Easy,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good already. Look at how you’re letting me touch you… fuck, you don’t even know what that does to me.”

He circled your hole slowly, just teasing the tight rim with light pressure. It was strange, intense even. But not bad. Not with how gentle he was.

When he pushed the very tip of his finger in, your gasped.

“Too much?” he asked instantly.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just… weird. Keep going.”

He pressed a little deeper, slow and patient, until the first knuckle was in. You whimpered quietly, squirming.

“That’s it, just like that,” Namgyu praised, voice low and breathy. “Taking me so well, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

Your legs trembled, and suddenly you wanted more, not just his finger, not just touching. You wanted him close. You wanted to feel good. Really good.

“Can we…” you whispered. “Can we do more now?”

He smiled, fingers still gently working you open. “We’ll go slow, baby. I’ve got you.”

You nodded into the couch cushion, breath shaky. “I want it,” you whispered. “I want you to try…”

Namgyu didn’t move right away. He slid his hand up your back, grounding you with his palm. “You’re sure, baby?”

“I’m sure,” you said, louder this time. “Just… be gentle.”

He kissed your spine. “Always.”

You heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, the rustle of fabric as he pushed them down just enough. When you peeked back at him, he was already stroking himself, slow and steady, his eyes heavy with want, but still watching you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, your shoulder, the back of your neck. “Laying there for me, letting me see everything. Letting me have this.”

You trembled as he reached for the lube again, coating his cock with more lube then he probably needed, before slicking your hole one more time with his fingers. He took his time, easing one back in, then a second, working you open with slow, steady pressure.

When you started pushing back on him without realizing it, he groaned. “God, baby… you’re ready, aren’t you?”

You nodded, pressing your face into the pillow. “Please… I want to feel you.”

He guided the head of his cock to your entrance, one hand still resting on your hip to steady you. He didn’t push in yet, just rubbed the tip over your hole, teasing it, coaxing your body to relax.

“Breathe for me,” he said softly. “Deep, slow. Just like that…”

When he finally began to press in, it burned, just a little, but he didn’t move any faster than you could take. Inch by inch, he filled you, groaning under his breath as your body stretched around his cock.

“F-fuck,” he rasped, resting his forehead against your back. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. You’re doing so good. So fucking Hgggghhh.. good for me..”

You whimpered, legs shaking. It was intense, so much fuller than you expected, but Namgyu held you steady, rubbing circles into your hip, his voice a constant stream of praise.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just let me in, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

He started to move once your body adjusted, pulling out slowly and pressing back in with careful thrusts. His hand slipped between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing slow, perfect circles to distract you from the stretch.

You were a whiny, squirmy mess. Falling apart underneath him, and he loved every second of it.

Your moans turned needy fast, your hips slamming back against him, making him whimper from your tight ass.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it. Look at you, so brave. Letting me have your tight little ass like this…” Namgyu was getting needier and messier by the second.

The pressure built and built until all you could do was sob into the cushion, legs trembling, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your first orgasm, slow, deep, overwhelming, different.

Namgyu groaned loudly behind you, his hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.. can I? Inside?”

You nodded weakly, whining out, “Yes—yes, please…”

He buried himself deep and came with a low, broken moan, his hand tightening on your hip as he filled you up, every movement slow and drawn out until he collapsed gently over your back, kissing your shoulder again and again.

“You were perfect,” he whispered. “So good for me. So brave.”

You could barely breathe, your whole body warm and heavy.

“…I’m really glad we did that,” you mumbled.

Namgyu smiled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling into your neck.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

You and namgyu had ended up falling asleep on the couch, for probably a few hours. You were both tangled under the blanket, your body limp and warm against Namgyu’s chest. The room had gone dark hours ago, the only light now coming from the TV’s idle glow, and the quiet hum of the city outside the window.

Namgyu stirred first.

He blinked awake, dazed and groggy, but immediately aware of the weight of your body pressed against his. His arms were still wrapped around you, your ass snug up against his hips, and he was hard, achingly so.

He woke up with a hard on. He hated that.

He let out a low, frustrated groan, burying his face in your neck.

You didn’t wake, not at first.

But his cock throbbed against your lower back, and when he shifted, the way your ass pressed back into him made his breath hitch.

“Fuck…” he whispered to himself.

He pulled the blanket down slowly, exposing your bare lower half. You hadn’t put your panties back on, and the sight of your soft, swollen hole, slick with dried lube and cum, Fuck did it made his mouth water.

He kissed your shoulder gently, just to test if you’d stir.

You didn’t.

So he slid lower.

Kissed down your back.

Gripped your hips.

Then he spread your cheeks slowly, until your ass was fully exposed to him, pretty and messy and all his. He let out a quiet, desperate groan before leaning in and licking a slow, firm stripe over your hole.

You jolted awake instantly, gasping. “N-Namgyu?!”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Just relax. Let me have this. Couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

His tongue circled your rim, slow and filthy, and you whimpered into the couch cushion, your legs twitching.

You moaned helplessly as his tongue flicked and pressed, hot and relentless, making your whole body tremble.

“N-Namgyu… we just—fuck—just did it—”

You arched your back just a little more, presenting yourself to him fully now. “Since you’re already down there,” you murmured, voice breathy but smug, “why don’t you make me cum with your mouth, like a good boy?”

Namgyu groaned like he was in pain. “Fuck… yes, baby.”

He dove back in immediately, hands spreading your cheeks apart as his tongue returned to your hole, eager, filthy, relentless. He licked you like he was starving, like your taste was all he’d ever needed. He moaned into you, lips sealed around your rim, tongue flicking and pressing in tight circles that made your legs tremble.

Your fingers clawed at the cushion, your thighs starting to shake from how intense it was. There was something so wrong but so good about it, his desperation, the slick sounds, the way he worshiped your ass like it was the only thing that mattered.

“F-fuck, Namgyu—” you whimpered, biting your lip. “Right there, oh my god, right—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. If anything, he doubled down, licking deeper, his thumb coming up to rub slow circles on your clit while he devoured you from behind. That was it, your whole body locked up as the orgasm slammed through you, your hips grinding back against his face, legs twitching as you cried out.

When he finally pulled back, his face was soaked, and his cock was painfully hard, flushed dark at the tip and leaking down his length.

“Jesus,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You came so hard…”

You turned over lazily, eyes still glassy with pleasure. “Well, someone woke me up starving.” You said dizzy.

You reached out and grabbed his cock, wrapping your hand around it slowly, thumb swiping through the mess at the tip. He gasped, nearly buckling over.

“Your turn,” you whispered, pulling him closer until his cock hovered over your mouth. “Let me take care of you now.”

Namgyu didn’t even try to pretend he had control left.

You licked a long stripe from base to tip, then wrapped your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch as his hand flew to your hair.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hips twitching. “Your mouth—fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

You sucked him slow at first, teasing, letting your spit drip down his shaft as you moaned around him. Then you started bobbing faster, your hand stroking what you couldn’t take, your eyes locked on his the entire time.

Namgyu was losing it, his hips stuttering, his grip tightening, soft curses spilling from his lips.

“I’m gonna cum—baby, I’m gonna—fuck, let me—”

You sucked harder, humming around him until he groaned and came down your throat, thick and hot, his whole body trembling as you swallowed every drop.

When you pulled back, you wiped your mouth and smiled.

“Feel better?”

He moaned in response, curling up beside you, kissing your arm.

He laughed, breathless, leaning down to kiss you. “Yeah so much better.” He moaned.

You curled up against him again, still tasting his salty cum on tongue.

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[myunggikin]

gooner!namgyu, who you walk in on again, laptop open, cock in hand, eyes glassy. But this time, he turns to you, panting. “Can’t stop thinking about you. Been edging for hours.”

Your voice shakes. “I-I don’t know what to do…”Namgyu groans, head falling back. “You don’t have to. Just touch me. Look at me. Fuck—I’m already close. You climb into his lap, nervous hands hovering.

“Please,” he begs. “Even if it’s your first time—ride me. Need to feel you. Need to cum in you.”You sink down slowly, breath hitching—and he breaks, eyes rolling back.

“Fuckfuckfuck—you feel s’good—I’m cumming, I’m—” His hips jerk up once, spilling deep before you can even move.

You stare, wide-eyed. He smiles, wrecked. “You’re better than any video. Gonna goon to this for the rest of my life.”

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[myunggikin]

i’m wanting to get another fic out for you guys today.. so what character are you thinking???

[myunggikin]

I’m not sure if u write this sort of kind of stuff but maybe could u write where Thanos is comes to your house his drunk and is handsy and eventual smut (I’m so sorry for my English I’m still learning😢I hope it kind of makes sense for you.. But your writing is so good!!)

MIDNIGHT TROUBLE

pairing: choi su bong x femreader

warning: use of y/n, drunk sex, semi public sex, rough sex, creampie, dirty talk, praising, manhandling

a/n: this fic was so fun to write omd

You were almost asleep when the knock came.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and peeked through the window. The porch light flickered above the figure swaying on your steps.

Su bong. Your stomach dropped. Why was he here so late? The last time you saw him was at the club a few months ago.

You opened the door slowly. “It’s past midnight…What are you doing here su bong?”

He looked down at you with glassy, unfocused eyes. His scent hit you, liquor, cologne, sweat, something heady. His wide frame leaned on the doorframe like he might tip forward.

“Y/n,” he rumbled, voice thick and low. “Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“You never texted me.” you scoffed. “Su bong, are you drunk?”

“Only a little.” He stepped inside without waiting, ducking under the doorway like he’d done this before. “Missed you.”

Missed me? You thought. You tried to guide him to the couch, but his massive hand caught your wrist.

“Missed this,” he murmured, fingers skimming up your arm. “Missed how small you are. How warm.”

“Su bong you don’t know what your talking about.” You said almost worried.

You stiffened. “Su bong, i think you should sleep this off. I’ll get you a blanket.” You said heading to your bedroom to grab him a blanket.

He grabbed you by the wrist, before you could walk away. You tried to pull away, but he tugged you toward him. You landed against his chest with a soft thud, head tilted back to meet his half lidded gaze.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” His breath hit your neck. “How you looked in that little dress that one time. That laugh. That smart mouth of yours. Got no idea what it does to me, do you?” He laughed, swaying you around with his body.

“Su bong…” You warned.

But his hand was already sliding down your hip. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to have you to myself Y/n?”

You froze.

You tried to ignore him. Going to get the blanket from your room. You turned fast, trying to get to your room.

His hands were on your waist again, spinning you to face him. You landed on the edge of your bed with a bounce.

“I should leave right?,” he said, voice hoarse. “But I’m so goddamn hard it hurts. And you” his fingers slid between your thighs, “you’re already wet, aren’t you, baby?”

You whimpered. Fuck, you liked him, but he was drunk. Was he even meaning anything he’s saying? You thought.

“I know you like me Y/n,” he growled, pressing a massive finger into your panties. “All that attitude at the club.. but you probably think of me when you touch yourself, yeah?.” He slurred.

“Su bong—oh—” your protest broke into a gasp when he pushed your panties aside and slid two thick fingers inside.

You clenched around him, thighs twitching.

“That’s it.” He bent over you, breath hot at your ear. “Been dreaming about this. Your tiny body taking me. Your pussy dripping for me like you’re fucking made for me.”

Your hands gripped his forearm as he pumped his fingers harder, curling them just right.

He added a third finger, then a fourth.

Your back arched of the bed.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped. “You’re so tight. So messy. God Y/n.. this cunt’s never gonna be the same.”

You came with a cry, shaking against his palm, and he didn’t stop. “Su bong.. tmuch.” You whimpered.

“You gonna take my cock now, baby?” he muttered, undoing his pants. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet little body like I’ve been dreaming to?”

You didn’t answer not with words. You reached for him, eyes glassy, legs parted.

He growled low and climbed on top of you.

“Look at that,” he said as he pushed in slow, deliberate, stretching you to the edge of pain. “Taking me so well. So perfecttttt.” He slurred

The bed creaked under his weight as he fucked you, slow at first, then rougher, deeper. You were crying out, begging, nails raking his back.

He drunkly praised you through every stroke, constantly slurring his words, reminding you every time that he was in fact drunk, and this probably wouldn’t mean anything later.

“Good girl. That’s it. Take it. Take it all for me.”

You came again around him, sobbing with pleasure.

He wasn’t far behind hips stuttering, thick cock pulsing inside you as he moaned your name into your neck.

When it was over, he lifted you easily and carried you to the top of the bed like you weighed nothing.

You tried pulling him under the blankets, his giant arms wrapped around your smaller body, his hand lazily stroking your hip.

You didn’t know what it meant for the morning. But for now, wrapped in his warmth, you let yourself be held.

The next morning

You woke up first.

His arm was heavy over your waist, and his breath was warm against the back of your neck.

You didn’t move.

Your thighs ached. Between your legs was sore, used and still tingling from the activities of the night before.

You remembered everything.

You let your eyes close again, trying to stay in that moment the one where you could pretend this meant something. That he’d finally seen you the way you always wanted him to.

Then he stirred.

A groan rumbled from his chest. His hand slipped off you and dragged over his face, wiping sleep from his eyes.

You tensed.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “My head…”

You turned to look at him. But he didn’t glance your way.

“Water?” you offered softly.

His eyes flicked to you, only for a second. His brow furrowed like he was still trying to process something.

“…What time is it?” he asked.

“Almost ten.” You said softly.

He looked down at himself, shirt wrinkled, pants half undone, belt loose.

“…Did I sleep here?” he asked

Your heart sank.

You sat up, holding the blanket to your chest. “You don’t… remember?”

He blinked. “No. Shit. Did I say something stupid?” He laughed kinda awkwardly.

You swallowed. “You were drunk. You showed up at my door.”

He rubbed his face again. “Ahhhh.”

You said nothing.

He turned finally, eyes meeting yours and his expression froze.

He looked at your bare shoulder. The way the blanket clung to your chest. The dark marks he left across your collarbone.

His voice dropped. “…Did we…?” He hesitated.

Your throat tightened. “Yeah.” You squeaked.

He looked away instantly.

The silence cracked between you.

“I didn’t mean to fuck. I wouldn’t have if I’d known—” He stopped himself. “I don’t even remember touching you.”

You pulled the blanket tighter around you, a sick twist curling in your stomach.

You stared at the sheets.

“You said you missed me,” you said quietly. “You told me you dreamed of this. That you’d wanted me for a long time.”

He stilled.

“…i did?” He said.

You nodded, eyes glassy. “I thought… you meant it.”

For a second, the look in his eyes cracked pain, guilt, something complicated and unreadable flashing across his face.

But he looked away.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

He left the room without another word.

You heard the front door open.

Then close.

And you were alone in your bed, with the ache still between your legs, the scent of him still on your skin… and no idea what came next.

The apartment was too quiet after he left. You showered slowly, staring at the tiles while water scalded your skin. You didn’t cry.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just the alcohol, just heat and tension and timing. You told yourself he didn’t mean it when he touched you like you were his.

But the bruises on your hips said otherwise.

By nightfall, you couldn’t stand being in that apartment one more second. So you dressed in the shortest dress you owned. You wanted to feel wanted, or at least forget how much it had hurt when he looked at you like a stranger this morning.

The club was already packed when you arrived. Lights flickering. Bass thudding. Sweat and skin and liquor in the air.

You ordered a bloody mary, at the bar, trying not to look around, trying not to search for him.

But you knew he’d be here.

Thanos always worked Thursday nights. He stood in the shadows, behind security lines, always watching the exits. Quiet. Dangerous. Unapproachable.

Except when he was inside you.

You caught his silhouette near the back hallway. Broad shoulders. Jaw clenched. A drink untouched in his hand.

When he turned and saw you, his body stiffened.

You held his gaze. Daring him.

He started walking toward you.

Your stomach twisted.

He stopped inches from you, towering, looming, breath low.

“What are you doing here?,” he muttered.

You lifted your chin. “What does it matter?”

He stared down at you for a long moment, then finally said it.

“I remember.”

You blinked. “What?”

“This morning. I said I didn’t remember.” His jaw tightened. “I lied.”

A beat of silence passed between you. Your heart dropped.

“You..why would you lie?”

“Because I didn’t want to admit what I did,” he said. “I didn’t want to face the way I touched you. How rough I was. How badly I wanted it. Even though I knew I shouldn’t.”

You stared at him, breath catching.

He stepped closer, voice dropping low so only you could hear.

“You wanted me too, Y/n. You cried when you came. You were so fucking perfect under me I thought I’d lose my mind, if i told you i remembered.”

Your eyes watered.

“Then why the fuck did you leave like it didn’t mean anything?”

His face twisted. “Because I wanted to forget. I thought I had crossed a line. That I ruined you.”

You shoved at his chest, hard. “You did ruin me.”

He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. “Don’t do that.”

“You don’t get to hold me now,” you snapped. “You made me feel like nothing this morning. Like I imagined it.”

“I didn’t,” he said through clenched teeth. “I felt everything.” He tried to reassure you.

“Then why not say it?! Why act like I was just a hookup?!” You cried

His grip on your wrist softened.

“I remember,” he repeated, quieter now. “Every second. Every sound you made. The way you looked when you came for me.”

His voice darkened.

“And if you think I can just watch you walk around in that little fucking dress pretending I don’t still want you, you’re wrong.”

“Then prove you still want me, that you wanted me in the first place.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into the shadows behind the hallway, pressing you against the wall, his body flush to yours.

But this time, it wasn’t drunk. It wasn’t sloppy.

You barely had time to gasp before he pressed you into the wall.

His mouth crashed against yours, rough, desperate, full of everything he couldn’t say with words. His hand tangled in your hair, his other hand gripping your waist like he could anchor himself to you.

The thump of bass from the club floor echoed faintly down the hallway, but it all faded, all you could focus on was him.

“I remember,” he growled into your mouth. “I remember how you begged.”

His hands pushed your dress up, no hesitation. His fingers skimmed your bare thigh, dragging your panties down with a growl when he saw the damp spot already darkening the fabric.

“You came here soaking for me, didn’t you?” he hissed. “Wearing this little thing so everyone could see what’s mine?”

“I didn’t know you still—” you gasped as his fingers slid through your folds, spreading your slick.

“I never stopped, Y/n,” he muttered. “I tried to lie to myself. But your body’s burned into my fucking head.”

He spun you roughly, pressing your chest to the wall. You heard his zipper, the sound of his belt loosening.

And then, You cried out as his cock stretched you wide in one harsh, perfect thrust.

“So tight,” he growled. “Still warm.”

Your hands braced against the cold wall, nails scratching at the surface. His hips snapped forward, pace already hard and unrelenting.

He held you by the throat, not squeezing, just claiming. His chest rumbled against your back.

“Fuck, you feel better than I remembered,” he rasped. “Your little pussy’s choking me, baby. Look at you.. Hgggghh.. taking it so good.”

You moaned, tears stinging your eyes as he fucked you deeper, harder.

“Let me hear you,” he commanded. “Don’t hold back. Let this whole damn hallway know who’s ruining you.”

You couldn’t stop the broken sounds spilling out of you. Your body trembled with every thrust, your walls clenching tight around him.

His hand slipped between your legs — two thick fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast and rough.

“Come for me,” he growled into your ear. “Now, doll. Show me this pussy still belongs to me.”

You shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, the orgasm crashing through you like fire. You clenched around him, crying out his name, shaking, gasping, whimpering.

“That’s it. That’s it,” he hissed, losing control. “So fucking tight—gonna fill you up—fuck—”

He buried himself deep with one final thrust, cock pulsing hard as he spilled inside you.

You both stood there, panting. His hand stayed on your waist. His forehead rested against the back of your neck.

Neither of you said anything for a long moment.

Then, quietly he kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said against your skin. “For this morning. For everything.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”

“I do,” he whispered. “I remember all of it. And I can’t stop.”

His arms wrapped around you from behind protective now, almost tender. As if he couldn’t let you go again.

And part of you… didn’t want him to.

taglist: @willoee, @francescaaaaaaa, @thanosspills, @chrissexuall

[myunggikin]

I would LOVE a thanos x reader smut where thanos praises the reader after thanos is being super rough and overstimulating

YOU CAN TAKE IT YA?

pairing: older!thanos x younger!femreader

warnings: size kink, age gap, overstimulation, rough sex, praising, aftercare, crying during/after sex, thanos calls reader doll

His hand was wrapped around your throat, firm and unrelenting as he pinned you to the bed, one knee pushing your legs wider, deeper, further open for him.

You were already trembling.

And now he was fucking you hard.

Relentless, His body weight heavy on top of you, thrusting deep.

Every thrust drove the air from your lungs, and made you moan uncontrollably, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as your hands clawed at the sheets.

“Taking me so well, little one,” Thanos growled, voice husky. “You feel that? How stretched you are? How soaked you’ve gotten my cock?”

Your answer was a broken whimper, barely audible. The stretch was unbearable, and yet your hips kept arching for more, chasing him even as your body shook beneath him.

He grinned at the way your eyes rolled back, at the way your breath hitched and then stuttered out again when his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing slow cruel circles.

“That’s it,” he snarled. “Cum again. Let it all go doll.”

“I—I c-can’t,” you sobbed. “Thanos, please, I can’t—! Stop!!”

You tried pushing his chest of you, but that was just useless, he was much stronger, bigger then your tiny figure.

“Yes you can, do it doll, cum for me.”

Your body listened to him.

Pleasure crashed into you with a wave so hard it left you sobbing, back arching as your walls clamped down around him, clenching, pulsing, fluttering around his fat cock.

But he didn’t stop fucking into you.

He fucked you through it. Through the orgasm, through the spasms, through the tears on your cheeks. His grip never loosened, his cock driving in harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

It was too much for your little body.

Your voice was wrecked now. All you could do was sob out each time he would thrust back in, limbs shaking, thighs trembling, brain fucked dumb.

And when he finally came deep in your womb, groaning your name it was with a possessive snarl as his hot ropes of thick cum filled you.

He stayed inside you.

Panting, growling, staring down at your fucked out face, like you were the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

“Look at you,” he muttered, brushing your hair off your sweat slicked face. “So perfect. So good for me doll.”

You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Just a tiny noise.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Took it all. Let me use you how I needed. And you loved it, didn’t you?”

You nodded dumbly. Eyes half lidded, still drooling a little. Still twitching under him.

“So good,” he murmured. “So good for me, little one.”

And he held you there cock still buried deep letting your wrecked body sink into his as he stroked your back gently, like he hadn’t just fucked your brain out minutes before.

You didn’t even realize how long you’d been lying there boneless and twitching, your body completely used up, your brain soft and sweet and blank.

But thanos wasn’t done, not even close.

He sat back against the massive headboard, dragging your limp body into his lap, cradling you with one arm beneath your back. His other hand trailed slowly between your legs, fingers grazing your slick folds already so sensitive it made you jolt.

“Still dripping, doll,” he murmured, the rough edge of his voice curling around your ear. “Look at this little cunt. All puffy and open for me. You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?”

You whimpered, too overwhelmed to respond, thighs twitching at the littlest touch.

“Shhh,” he cooed. “Don’t need words from you, baby. Just your sweet little body. Just this soft, messy pussy I love so much.”

And with that, his fingers plunged into you. Two of them, thick, stretching you again like you hadn’t just been ruined minutes ago. The angle was cruel. The pressure was perfect. He knew exactly where to curl them to make your eyes roll back and your lips part in a helpless, breathless moan.

“There she is,” he whispered. “My precious little girl. Look how easy it is to get you dumb again.”

He thrust his fingers hard and deep, faster now. Fucking you like he meant to split you open with just his hand. The squelching sound, of your soaked cunt filled the room, your body falling back into his helplessly every time he hit that spot again and again.

“That’s right. Let me in. Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop moaning. Every nerve in your body was on fire, tired out from earlier and now lit up again with every deep pump of his fingers.

“Look at you,” he said, almost mockingly. “So pretty when you cum. So fuckin’ perfect when you fall apart for me.”

Your legs flailed weakly as another orgasm ripped through you tight, fast, overwhelming. You couldn’t even brace for it. You just sobbed loudly, your body clenching around his fingers while he kept thrusting, like he couldn’t see the state you were in.

“Good girl,” he growled. “You cum when I tell you. You take what I give you. That’s what you were made for, isn’t it, doll?”

You could barley think.

Tears streaked your face, drool slipping down your chin again, your thighs shaking violently as he kept going. Still going. No mercy.

“That’s it. Cry if you need to. Shake all you want,” he murmured, breath hot against your temple. “I’ve got you. I always have you.”

You were gasping now, one hand barely able to grip his wrist, the other clawing weakly at his chest. But he didn’t stop. He wanted to feel your body break again. He loved seeing you pushed past your limits.

“So proud of you, baby,” he whispered, curling his fingers just right. “You take everything I give you and beg for more. What a good fuckin’ girl I raised.”

You clenched again. Another orgasm tore through you this one was almost painful. Your scream was raw, broken, your hips locking up as your whole body seized from the force of it.

“Cum again for me, doll,” he whispered. “I know you can. My strong, beautiful girl.”

You couldn’t speak. Just sobbed and moaned and gushed around his fingers as he milked you through it, overstimulating you until you could barely remember your own name.

“That’s it,” he murmured as your head lolled back against his chest. “That’s my girl. My sweet little thing. So good. So perfect for me.”

He slowed finally, stroking your insides so gently it made your thighs twitch. His voice was thick with affection now.

Your skin was slick with sweat. Your legs refused to close. Your pussy raw, swollen, and twitching. You was still leaking all over his thick fingers.

And he noticed. Of course he did.

He moved them slowly inside you, so slowly, just enough to keep you twitching and overstimulated, your body still trying to recover.

“Damn, doll,” he murmured, watching your slick drip down onto his hand. “You made such a mess on me.”

You whimpered, too wrecked to answer, trying to squirm away only for his arm to tighten around you again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he purred, fingers dragging up your folds, tapping your clit just hard enough to make your hips jerk. “I just got started admiring my work.”

He spread your folds wide with his thumb, letting the cool air kiss your soaked, puffy cunt.

“So sensitive,” he whispered. “You see that, baby? You’re dripping. All over my hand. All over my lap. What a filthy little thing you are.”

You whimpered again, and he chuckled quietly.

“Your little pussy’s crying,” he said mockingly. “Can’t get enough, can it? All swollen and greedy. Just suckin’ my fingers back in like it needs them.”

“Thanos.. s-top. T’much..” You cried.

He pushed two fingers in again, soaked from your last orgasm, and pumped them slow. You sobbed at the feeling.

You tried to close your thighs. He didn’t let you.

“You know what I see?” he growled, fingers curling again until your body arched. “I see a cute little mess. My favorite kind. My perfect little fuckdoll.”

You gasped when he slipped his soaked fingers out and rubbed them slowly over your clit, circling it with your own slick.

Your thighs spasmed again. You were beyond the point of overstimulation, your whole body a live wire, nerves on fire, brain a haze of praise and pain and heat.

Thanos leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered. “All fucked out and used up. Legs shaking, cunt leaking, voice gone. Mine.”

He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing your juices over your bottom lip before pressing them inside.

“Now be a good girl,” he murmured, “and taste how messy you got for me.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until he wiped the tears away.

They slipped down your cheeks while your body trembled from your orgasm, your face buried in his chest, still gasping for air.

Thanos noticed every little thing you did.

Without a word, he slipped his fingers out of you, finally giving your poor pussy a break. You whimpered, twitching from the emptiness, but his arms were already around you lifting you.

“Shhh, I’ve got you now, doll,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You didn’t fight him. You couldn’t. You let him carry you across your shared bedroom, your body naked flush against him. He held you to his chest with one arm, his other hand trailing soothing patterns down your back as he brought you into the bathroom.

He set you down on top of the bathroom counter.

“I know, baby. I know it hurts,” he murmured. “You did so good for me. You took everything I gave you.”

You leaned farther into him, head resting against his chest, tears still falling silently.

He was already grabbing a cloth, dipping it in the warm water, bringing it between your legs with the same hands that had just wrecked you. But now… they were soft, Tender.

He cleaned you slowly, whispering to you the whole time.

“My sweet little doll,” he murmured. “You gave me so much. Let me use you until you were crying, and you still probably wanted more.” He teased.

You sniffled. His big hand cupped your jaw, turning your face toward him.

“No more tears,” he said gently. “You were perfect. You are perfect. That little body of yours was made for me to take care of and I will, always.”

The cloth dragged slowly between your thighs, wiping away the mess, the slick, the cum still clinging to your folds.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he whispered. “Your little cunt stretched wide, dripping for me. Your thighs shaking. Your voice wrecked from how many times you came.”

You let out a small, broken sound, part cry, part whimper.

“Shhh, I know, doll. You were so good. So strong for me. That’s why I love you.”

He rinsed the cloth again, cleaned the rest of your skin with slow, long strokes, and then pulled you into him tighter, your back against his chest, his huge arms wrapped around your middle.

Your breathing slowed, and your tears faded.

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “My perfect little doll. You don’t have to do anything but let me love you.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good girl,” he whispered again, just before you drifted off in his arms.

taglist: @willoee, @francescaa1

[myunggikin]

are yall ready to see the new thanos fic i’ve had brewing ??? it was a request too;)

[myunggikin]

lemme know if yall wanna be on my taglist for upcoming fics

[myunggikin]

YOU COULDN’T WAIT

pairing: namgyu x femreader

warning: dry humping, sleepy sex, whiny namgyu, praise, creampie, clinginess, reader touches herself

a/n: i love this idea and it was so fun making this tbh.

You felt it before you even opened your eyes. A warm weight draped over your thigh. Then the slow, almost shy grinding of namgyu against your leg. His bare chest was pressed to your side, skin sticky with sweat, and his cock hard, thick, leaking, was rubbing against your thigh through the thin fabric of his boxers.

A small whimper escaped his throat. His arm curled tighter around your waist.

You opened your eyes a little, your voice low and raspy. “Namgyu…?”

“Mm…” He pushed his face up against your shoulder, and he rocked his hips a little harder, chasing friction. “M’sorry, I just—” he sucked in a breath, “I—need you. So bad. You were sleeping so good, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You could feel how soaked his boxers were. “You’re humping my leg baby..” You said sleepily.

“I know.. Hgggahh,” he whimpered, grinding harder like he wanted to be caught. “I woke up hard, and you looked so pretty. Couldn’t help it. Just wanted to feel you…”

You tried to turn, but he held you in place, rutting faster now, breath getting shakier. “Don’t move. Please. Let me come like this—fuck—please, baby.” He groaned into you.

Your core pulsed, heat pooling deep in your stomach at how pathetic he sounded. God, you’re so needy,” you whispered.

“I am,” he breathed, tongue sliding along the slope of your neck. “So fuckin’ needy for you. Always.”

You reached down, slipped your hand under the waistband of your panties and moaned quietly as your fingers slid through your slick. “You made me so wet, just from that baby..”

“Fuck— yesssss mhmm” he cursed, hips stuttering. “Touch yourself for me, baby. Please. Want you to cum with me.”

His voice cracked on the last word, desperate. His cock was twitching now, and you could feel it even through the fabric, the way it throbbed and rubbed against your leg, his breathing growing wild and erratic.

You rubbed yourself in slow, lazy circles, getting closer while he grinded himself into you like a maniac. It only took a few more thrusts before he gasped, burying his face in your neck as he came, hips jerking helplessly against your thigh.

Namgyu reached over you, to rub your clit, helping you ride the wave until your own orgasm came over you, with a low moan. Namgyu whined into your skin as you clenched around his fingers, trembling with the aftershocks.

A beat of silence passed. Then— “Fuck,” he panted. “I made a mess.” He whined.

You laughed softly, still breathless. “You humped me like a pup in heat baby...” You teased him.

He groaned and hid his face. “Don’t say that. I couldn’t help it. You looked so good. You make me insane.”

You rolled over and cupped his cheek. “You owe me after that.”

He kissed your palm, smiling lazily. “Round two?” He smirked.

[myunggikin]

i see those thangyu hcs… when do we get myunggi hcs 😛😛✌️✌️

YOU GET THEM RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. this is like my dream rn, i love myunggi sm bruh, here ya go!

MYUNGGI HEADCANNONS𐙚

pairing: myunggi x femreader

warning: smut, praise kink, begging, oral

.𐙚 Myunggi would be so inexperienced in my opinion, like just the touch of a girl would sent shivers through him straight to his cock.

.𐙚 He’d be so embarrassed to admit that he’s never done anything before, you’d have to coax it out of him. “I’ve never done anything.. past kissing with anyone before.” He’d say nervously. “That’s okay baby, i’ll take care of you.” You’d have to reassure him a couple times.

.𐙚 He’s so nervous and twitchy, the first time you undress him. His hands are gripping the sheets, his breathing is ragged, and he’s hard just from kissing you.

.𐙚 You tease him a little, brushing your fingertips down his chest, and he whimpers like he’s already close. “Your so sensitive baby, is this all it takes?” You would tease him. “I can’t help it— your so pretty. I just don’t know what to do..” He would whine in your ear.

.𐙚 He would watch every move you make, with wide eyes. He’s not even trying to hide how bad he wants you. He begs so easily, just a soft “Please.. please touch me i-i need it so bad..”

.𐙚 The more you praise him the more fucked out he gets. A single “Your doing so good for me.” And he’s whining in your mouth, or rutting up against you.

.𐙚 He cums wayyyyy to fast. The first time you sucked his cock? He barley lasted a minute. He gasps and arches of the bed, moaning your name like it’s a prayer. “I-i’m gonna—! i’m so sorry—!” he’d whimper as he comes hard and fast.

.𐙚 After he comes, he’s instantly hard again, just from the way you praise him, and talk to him as if he’s a child.

.𐙚 When you finally let him inside of you, he’s so loud. Tears already pilling in his eyes, fingers gripping your hips like he’s scared your gonna disappear.

.𐙚 He babbles little praises every time you sink back in to him. “Your so warm— i can’t.. you feel so good. I-i wanna stay inside you forever.. please.”

𐙚 The moment you tell him he can cum inside you, his hips stutter, and he absolutely loses it. He strangles out a choked out moan, buries his face in your neck, holding you oh so tight:(

𐙚 You found out he gets turned on just by your voice. You could whisper somthing dirty in his ear, and instantly he’s hard.

𐙚 After he cums he’s clingy. Lying there all flushed out, soft cock still buried in your walls. “Did i do okay?” He asks looking for reassurance he wasn’t a total fuck up.

[myunggikin]

What do you guys want me to write? i’m losing ideas…

[myunggikin]

YOU BELONG TO ME

pairing: thanos x femreader

warning: cheating, rough sex, angst

summary: you cheated on thanos, because he has been treating you so differently lately, being more cold, staying out later, you didn’t think you’d get caught.. until you come home late one night to see he found out.

The door creaks open as you slip inside, your heart is pounding harder then the lock clicking shut behind you. You thought you had been carful, been quiet enough.

But you didn’t realize you had smelt of another man’s cologne, your mascara was smudged, why would it be smudged if you just went out with your girlfriends? You hadn’t thought or realized any of this.

Thanos waited up for you, He wasn’t angry. He didn’t shout at you, he just stood in the shadows his eyes unreadable but yet burning with somthing you couldn’t quite see.

“You think i don’t notice you coming home later and later?” He asked almost scoffing. “It wasn’t a problem when you did it.” You answered back quietly.

He starts walking closer to you, each step making you more and more nervous. “When i did it?” He questioned. “I didn’t cheat when i was out late.” He said, You felt your heart stop.

He grabs your wrist, you trying to pull away but his grip only tightens. He pulls you so your chest is pressed against his, “Did you think i wouldn’t find out? Did you really think you could hide this from me?” He teases.

You don’t answer. You can barley speak, shame and fear twisting inside you.

Thanks hand trails down your body, except this time he’s not gentle, his fingers squeeze your waist. “You belong to me. Nobody else can touch you, but me.” He growls. “And i’m gonna teach you a lesson.”

Before you can protest against him, his mouth is on yours, needy and hungry. He swallows down any exuse you could’ve said. His hands push you roughly against the wall, claiming you with possessiveness that hurts you, and exites you all at once.

Your already trembling and he’s barley done anything, but there’s no merch in the way he touches you, he’s not holding back this time.

Thanos breaks the kiss, chest heaving. “You let somebody else touch what’s mine.” His hand wraps around your throat, just tight enough to make your breath stutter. “You think i’ll let that go?” He says disappointingly.

You don’t answer, you can’t. Your shaking, lips swollen, thighs pressing together with guilt and arousal. His fingers slide down your neck, trailing to your waist, before he grabs a fistful of your clothes and drags you down the hallway.

You stumble after him, heart pounding as he swings open the bedroom door.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is calmer now, terrifyingly so, that it makes your knees weak.

You hesitate, a flicker of fear and shame trickling down your spine. That’s when he grabs you in one swift motion, and throws you on the bed, face down, against the pillow. Your body recoils slightly from the force.

Before you can turn around, he’s on you. Body pinning you against the bed. His hands fists into your hair, yanking your head back.

“You liked being used by someone else?” He snarls in your ear. “You liked being there little toy?”

You shake your head frantically, even with the restraint of his hand twisted in your hair.

“No— i didn’t mean.. i thought you didn’t care about me anymore, you’ve been so cold..”

His grip tightens. “So you decided to whore yourself out, for attention?” He laughs.

You let out a choked sound, you felt shame, but you also felt so needy. You felt him behind you, already hard through his pants. He grinded against your ass, through your short little skirt.

You could tell he was angry, his anger was practically burning through your skin too. But underneath it, he sounded wrecked.

“You don’t even know what you’ve done..” His voice cracks. He rips your panties down, but not all the way down your legs, just enough so there resting at the bottom of your knees. “You want to be treated like sombody plaything?” He scoffs.

He shifts, the blunt heat of his fat cock grinding between your thighs, but he doesn’t fuck you yet. He pulls back, he slaps your ass, hard. Once, twice, until your gasps turned into moans.

You hate how much your body is responding to this. The ache between your thighs, the sting of the slaps, the way his voice breaks somthing inside of you.

Thanos presses your face harder into the mattress, his hand braced on the back of your neck. “You don’t even get to look at me.” He snarls. “Not after what you did.”

He kicks your legs apart roughly, which earns a whimper from you. He steps between them, breaking you down with his weight. You try to form a sentence, maybe a apology. But it all dies on your tounge the second you feel his thick mushroom head pushing through your folds.

He drags through your wetness, like it disgusts him how ready you are. “Your soaked.” He growls. “Fucking pathetic.”

Then he thrusts in, all at once. You cry out, loud and sharp. Your back arching under the weight of him. The stretch is too much, but he doesn’t wait, doesn’t give you time. He drives into you again, hard enough to shove you further up the bed.

The pain soon turns into pleasure. Your body clenches around him like you needed him to do this to you.

His breath is ragged now, grinding into you, as he fucks you from behind with so much force.

“You thought somebody else could make you feel this full?” He spits out. “Thought they could ruin you like i can.”

You shake your head, whimpering into the sheets. Your body rocks forward with every thrust.

“Your mine.” He grabs your jaw, yanking your face up from the bed. “Say it.” He demands.

“I’m yours—“ You choke out. “I’m yours thanos!” You moan, feeling yourself get closer.

“Louder.” He growls. “I’m yours!” You yelp.

He flips you over onto your back, without pulling out. His hand finds your throat again, as he starts pounding into you from above. He stares at you face, noticing your eyes start filling up with tears.

“Cry all you want.” He mutters, “You can take it.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate for somthing to hold on to. His brow furrows, like it hurts him to be inside of you. Like he’s trying to fuck the pain away, drive it out of himself and into you. And you take it, the rhythm, the rage, the rawness of it all. This is the first time in awhile that he’s looked at like you mean somthing to him.

“Did you think i didn’t care?” His voice cracks again. “Think i didn’t want you anymore?” You choke on a sob, not knowing how to answer.

“I’ve only ever wanted you.. and you gave yourself away. He whimpers.

You choke on a sob, eyes wide, hips bucking up into his thusts. Your orgasm hits you like a punishment— overwhelming, stinging, humiliating in how easy he fucks you.

You sob beneath him. Thighs shaking, nails dragging down his back.

He doesn’t stop fucking you though. Not until he’s finished too, deep in your gummy walls. His hips jerk hard against you, releasing into you with a strangled moan.

And then silence. His forehead drops to yours, “Say it again.” He says out of breath. “Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours.” You breathe. “Only yours.”

He closes his eyes, and for the first time tonight, he kisses you softly.

Like he doesn’t know what to do with the ache in his chest.

[myunggikin]

MYUNGGIKIN’S MASTERLIST𐙚

smut: 🌶️ fluff: ☁️ angst: 🌑

SQUID GAMES

MYUNGGI

say it like that myunggi x reader 🌶️☁️

your so dam needy myunggi x reader 🌶️☁️

myunggi headcannons myunggi x reader 🌶️

THANOS

under the covers thangyu x reader 🌶️

thangyu headcannons thanos x namgyu 🌶️🌑

you belong to me thanos x reader 🌶️🌑

you can take it ya? thanos x reader 🌶️☁️

midnight trouble thanos x reader 🌶️🌑

runaway pt 1 🌶️🌑

NAMGYU

under the covers thangyu x reader 🌶️

so good for me namgyu x reader 🌶️☁️

thangyu headcannons thanos x namgyu 🌑🌶️

you couldn’t wait namgyu x reader 🌶️

gooner!namgyu drabble 🌶️

no going back now nam-gyu x reader 🌶️☁️

HYUN JU

raining with you hyunju x reader ☁️

DAEHO

daeho drabble 🌶️☁️

BIGBANG

KWON JIYONG

i just can’t help it kwon jiyong x reader 🌑🌶️