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s1cklypretty · 16 days ago

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AVA STARR.ᐟ

➤ ava starr x fem!reader

.ᐣ ava takes out her frustration on you.

⤷ cw: smut, usage of strap, strap riding, strap referred as "cock" and "dick", no proper foreplay, praising, mentions of past blowjobs and handjobs, a longer version of this post

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what a fucking day.

she was fuming—gloved hands curled into tight fists, jaw clenching so hard her teeth hurt—and all she could think about was you. she could almost smell your scent as she rushed up the stairs of your safe, shared apartment, her mouth nearly watering at the thought of getting to have you after the mess she dealt with earlier.

she didn't bother to use the keys she had tucked in one of the pockets of her suit—she simply phased through the door, body shivering at the sight of you cooking in the kitchen, unaware of her presence.

tilting her head slightly to the side, she took some time to simply look at you: admiring how you hummed a soft melody while stirring whatever was frying on the pan. you always welcomed the girl with a warm, delicious meal—every single time, no matter what time it was—and she was always so thankful. in that moment, though, she didn't want the food.

fuck whatever you were cooking, she wanted you.

ava slowly yet eagerly walked over to you, her steps calculated in an almost predatory way. she couldn't hold back a smirk from forming on her dry lips as she felt you jolting and gasping loudly in surprise when she placed her hands on your hips. "ava—fuck! i-i thought i told you not to scare me like that..." you complained, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest thanks to how badly she scared you.

"sorry..." a single word left her mouth, her voice low and raspy as she pressed herself against your back. her hands were possessively gripping your hips, fingers sprawling and slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. suddenly, she ground her groin against the curve of your ass—groaning and burying her head on your neck at the faint friction.

the whimper that slipped past your mouth did nothing to help ava's need—it only made it ten times worst, especially as she knew why you reacted like that. "jesus... why are you packing during missions?" you asked her, your hand quickly turning the stove off so you wouldn't burn anything, your mind shutting down as you felt the large bulge beneath the thick material of her suit.

"don't act as if you don't like it.." she replied before starting to kiss and suck all over your sensitive neck, one of her hands coming up to move your hair to the side. she kept grinding against you like a fucking dog—but you definitely weren't complaining. it didn't take her long before she turned you around and started kissing you senseless, her skilled tongue slipping past your tender lips.

in the heat of the moment, ava slowly and subtly started guiding the two of you over to the couch—and you realized of her sneaky movements only when the cushion hit your girl's calves and made her sit down. you pulled away from the kiss as she made you sit on her lap, your arms wrapping around her neck. "you must be exhausted... w-why don't you eat first, hm?" with a quivering voice, you asked, trying your best to not hump her dick—that was perfectly pressed against your dripping cunt—.

"i just need you right now.... let me have you—please..." she replied before leaning in and attacking your neck once again, her fingers finding the edge of your shirt and slowly starting to pull it up.

she acted as if she was starving—for you—, and who were you to deny her?

you rested your palms on her chest and pushed her away, giggling at her protest. without saying a word, you lifted your own shirt up your soft body and removed the piece of fabric, clearly offering ava a little show. the way she licked her lips and roamed her eyes over every inch of your upper body—focusing on your bare breasts like the shameless horndog that she was—caused you to involuntary buck your hips, your eyes closing as you met with the bulge hidden away in her suit.

the british girl's hands immediately found their way up to your tits—thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples—. she then slid her palms down to your waist and leaned in, wrapping her lips around one of your buds and suckling on it.

"god..." you sighed out, throwing your head back as you grinded against her strap. "you know god's not here... just say my name..." she told you after she released your nipple, looking at you with pure desperation in her green eyes. "ava... need you so bad..." you whined rapidly, lips parting to release a soft series of moans as you kept moving your hips against her own.

in another moment, she would had teased you—the sentence "i thought you wanted to wait?" or some cocky shit like that would've left her throat without even thinking—though, in that moment, she couldn't do so.

ava rushed into pulling her pants down her toned legs until they pooled at her ankles, slipping out the faux cock she had been wearing all day. as she did this, you removed your shorts and drenched panties, your nose briefly scrunching up as the silicon made contact with your throbbing clit.

"please fuck me..." you mumbled. she always took her sweet time with you but, despite how much the two of you enjoyed it, you were silently begging for her to not do so in that moment.

and your pleads were answered.

after sliding the tip of her dick up and down your slit, getting it all wet with your arousal, she slowly pushed inside your hole—throwing her head back against the headrest of the couch as if she could feel your warm walls. you moaned and moved your hands up to her shoulders, mouth opening at the initial burn. it was big—bigger than usual—and it was definitely a bit complicated to take her size without much previous foreplay, but you genuinely needed her so badly that you didn't care.

you grabbed one of her hands and guided it down to your pussy, sighing as she quickly understood what you wanted and started rubbing your clit with her fingers. the slight squelching sound echoed across the living room as ava messily rubbed your cunt, the noises turning you on even more—which helped you get even wetter, making it easier for you to take more of her cock.

"look at you, hm? taking my dick like that..." she rasped out—her voice heavy, low, and full of desire—as her other hand slid beneath your back to rest on the fat of your ass. it was taking all the strength and self control she owned to not start pounding into you like crazy, but oh were you making it truly difficult.

"ava... it's too big..." you whined, looking at her before licking your lips and slowly sliding down on her strap a bit more. the bastard had chosen to wear the biggest strap the two of you owned—a quite realistic, 7 inch one—and then come home all needy.

damn, you loved her.

about five minutes later, you were close to sobbing—in a good way, though. your lips pressed against hers as you got used to the feeling of the whole length of her cock inside you. you could had cum just from the way she was kissing you so roughly and desperately, not bothering to hide how badly she had missed you.

you started rocking your hips before lifting yourself slightly and then falling back down on ava's lap, a moan—muffled by your girlfriend's own mouth—leaving you at the pleasure spread all over your body. she broke the kiss and looked up at you with her mouth agape, her grip on your body tightening as you repeated your motion.

"good... good—like that..." she commented, placing both of her hands on your ass and guiding you to bounce on her. as you complied, she groaned and closed her eyes.

ava loved acting like her dick was real—and fuck, did you love it, too. she would always groan and moan when you made any contact with it, often making you suck her off or give her handjobs and actually cumming from it. the way she would roll her eyes while stroking herself before fucking you was her way of giving you a show, but she couldn't help but enjoy the slight pleasure it would provide her.

she bit down on her bottom lip and kneaded the flesh of your ass with her gloved hands as you speeded up your pace, her breath growing even shallower at the sight of your tits bouncing right in front of her face.

she was astonished—looking at you with an almost dumb expression on her face—and she looked so fucking hot. she had a cut on her cheek, her hair styled in a really messy bun with two loose strands framing her face, and everything about her was making you feel so close already.

"ava..." you moaned out her name—knowing how much she liked it when you did so—, your legs trembling as the tip of her strap slammed against your cervix. tears pooled in your eyes as you continued to bounce on her, palms tightly pressing against her shoulders.

"you're doing so good... you know you are, sweetheart..." the british girl quickly praised you, her accent rougher than usual as she spoke. she couldn't do anything but just sit there, looking at you as you used her for your pleasure—making her feel so fucking good, too—.

she was so, embarrassingly close as well, even if the stimulation she was receiving was close to none. the way your ass smacked against her strong thighs, the way your breasts jiggled as you rode her, the sounds you were making—it was all thanks to her and it was driving her insane.

"that feels amazing..." ava exclaimed, her shaky hands coming up to explore every inch of your body—once again, focusing on your breasts—. she was so close to orgasming and it was obvious with the way she was moaning louder, clearly trying to keep her own sounds quiet and only letting groans yet failing miserably.

"fuck, i'm close... fuck..." you managed to mumble out as you felt yourself clenching around her cock, your pace faltering as your body shook. taking notice, she placed her hands on your ass again and smacked your flesh—smirking at the way you jolted and grinded against her once again—.

"i'm close, too, so don't stop." if you hadn't known your girlfriend, you would had pointed out the clear attitude she had—but that was just the way ava expressed herself.

a small part of you needed for her to take control; to fuck you stupid and turn your legs into jelly. though knowing you were making her so desperate while you did all the work was something you enjoyed, especially after the long day she had while working.

your hips jerked forward and you moaned as you hit that spongy spot deep inside you, leaning down to kiss her again while you rode her. every muscle in ava's body tensed and flexed as she desperately tried to control herself, but you just knew how to make her lose her mind.

she broke the kiss some seconds later and leaned her head back against the headrest, lips parted and eyes glued to your face. she was mesmerized—she always was with you but fuck, there was something different in her gaze. you could call her horny or whatever but the sight of you being so desperate for her... it did things to her.

"fuck 'm gonna cum." she suddenly said, breaking you out of your little bubble as her rough voice reached your ears. her brows furrowed slightly in that characteristic way of hers, her hands tightening their grip on your ass as she groaned from the pleasure.

"gonna cum, too..." you whispered as you rocked your hips with enough force to make the couch creak, your moans growing louder and louder by the second. in that moment—as you rode her—, you wanted nothing but be able to actually feel her, to be able to feel her throbbing deep inside you.

with a loud, broken moan, you finally felt relief crashing all over you. ava noticed—how could had she not? with the way your body shook, your mouth opened before eventually releasing a series of loud noises of pleasure, and you dug your fingertips so hardly into the material of her suit—and she couldn't help but cum with you.

she tried so hard to stay still but she just couldn't, her hips jerking upwards and fingers twitching against your flesh. her mind went blank for some good seconds, her eyes closing as her whole body tingled and shivered.

she held you close to her as you both came down, the living room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the softer, fainter noise of your hips sliding against hers as you rode out your orgasm and helped with hers. she leaned in and brushed her nose against your cheek before placing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips.

"i-i love how you always cum despite not being able to feel a lot... makes me wonder how sensitive you'd be if you had an actual dick..." the first words you said were teasing, weakly laughing as the girl backed away to look at you better.

"oh shut up..." she simply fired back, hands sliding to your thighs to give them a squeeze. "you'd love it if my dick was real... i just know you'd be all over me 24/7." her next comment was dripping with a mocking tone—though you knew she didn't mean any harm—, trying to act as if your words weren't truth and clearly attempting to defend herself.

"excuse me? remind me again, who came home and immediately started humping me like a dog?" you quickly asked as you placed your sweaty palm on her cheek, faintly brushing your thumb along the edge of the gash on her face. "you're funny..." she exclaimed, looking at you with a 'does it look like i'm laughing?' expression on her face.

you were about to say something else until she cut you off by pressing her lips against yours, the kiss no longer being all teeth and tongue nor filthy—this time, it was gentler, allowing you to feel how much she appreciated you—.

"i love you..." ava mumbled as she delicately broke the kiss, the words that once took her so much to say now leaving her throat without any hesitation. "love you too..." you quickly said back, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

"want to take a shower?" she asked you as she helped you get off of her strap, kissing all over your face in an attempt of soothing the sensitivity you felt. "definitely. no second round, though... just a normal shower." you replied yet added a reminder, knowing how handsy ava always was when the two of you showered together.

"that's what you always say." the british girl commented before chuckling and then, once again, kissing your lips.

what a night.

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s1cklypretty · 16 days ago

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‘SOLACE | choi su-bong x reader

PAIRING: thanos x reader

SYNOPSIS: trapped in a deadly game to pay off your debt, you meet a man who seems perfect— maybe a little too perfect. as time goes on, his true self starts to show. while Thanos grows more obsessive, you can’t tell if it’s pulling you in or pushing you away. can you handle the pressure, or will you break before the game ends?

CONTENT: yandere 🙈, manipulation, mentions of suicide, stalking, toxic relationships, murder/death, gaslighting, physical violence, coercive romantic dynamics, possessive behavior, trauma bonding

AUTHORS NOTE: could u tell what show i was binge watching while writing this?? cough cough joe goldberg, anywayssss this is based off a request, i’ve been trying to expand my writing genres, so thank u for requesting this @i-might-be-vanny, hope u enjoy !!!

word count: [6.9k]

SOLACE is defined as comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness. That’s what you were when Thanos first laid his eyes on you. He knew by first glance that you’d be his peace, his sanity. Better than any drug he’d ever take.

Of course, he couldn’t just go up to you like a lunatic. He had to make it seem effortless— ease his way into your heart.

So he started to do anything he could to get into your space. Whether it was intentionally bumping through people before being escorted to games so he’d walk by you, or skipping the meal line just to stand close, too close— he needed to make his presence known. He craved proximity to you, like being near you was the only thing keeping him sane.

Nam-gyu said it was stalking; “you’re always watching them, it’s creepy” But in the end, Thanos just wanted to get to know you. There was no harm in that, right? And besides, he’d always be able to keep you safe— he never had a problem with getting his hands dirty. After about 2 days of keeping watch and observing, Thanos decided to go up to you.

Nam-gyu called it stalking; “you’re always watching them, it’s creepy.” But to Thanos, it wasn’t stalking, it was understanding. He just wanted to know you. There was no harm in that, right? And besides, he was the only one who could ever truly keep you safe. He never had a problem getting his hands dirty for someone he cared about. After two days of watching you from a distance, memorizing your patterns like a ritual, he finally decided it was time to approach you.

“Excuse me, beautiful.” You heard him speak up. It was almost bed time, and you’d been exhausted from the last game. All you wanted was a good nights rest. Unfortunately for you, some man just had to ruin it.

Looking up to face the person who involuntarily ruined your night, you were met with a familiar head of purple hair. You recognized him from almost everywhere—he was always just there. Of course, you didn’t think anything bad about it. Maybe he just coincidentally went to the same places you did. Puzzled as to why he suddenly decided to come by your bed and spark a conversation, you responded to him.

“Hi, can I help you?” you spoke up calmly. Everyone always complained about his personality— said he was crazy, too much, but you saw right past that. Maybe it was just his way of coping with the situation. You couldn’t blame him. If you had a way of escaping this place, you’d use it too.

He took your hands into his grasp, cupping them gently with his ringed fingers. “You should come sit with me and my boy over there,” he offered, eyes never leaving yours. “People in here are messed up, wouldn’t want you getting involved with them, princess.” The nickname made your heart flutter, looking up at him in adoration.

He seemed nice, so why not? Maybe everyone had just been too quick to judge him. Accepting his offer, he guided you over to where his friend was waiting. Waiting was a longer-haired man, he introduced himself as Nam-gyu.

The boys seemed sweet. After all, you were in this by yourself. Any ally was a good one, especially if they were cute. You didn’t say it out loud, but you found yourself drawn to Thanos. Maybe it was his overprotectiveness combined with his looks, but something about him was alluring.

Everything was going perfectly. Thanos protected you throughout the games, always keeping you close. He did everything in his power to keep you safe— sometimes even dragging his friend into it without a second thought. It felt like things were finally taking a turn for the better, until it was time to vote.

As you approached the illuminating panel of buttons, a chill ran down your spine. You could feel it— a pair of eyes piercing into the back of your skull. It was a feeling you’d gotten used to ever since forming an alliance with Thanos, but it felt stronger, more threatening.

Turning back, you were met with Thanos’ stone cold face. He looked as if he were anticipating something just moments away— whether it was good or bad, though, was a complete mystery to you. The uncertainty hung between you like a held breath. Trusting your gut feeling, you hit the red “X” button, causing half the room to burst out in celebration.

Thanos’ mood, though, completely contrasted the atmosphere around you. He looked hurt— betrayed almost. You were supposed to want to stay with him, so why did you choose to leave so soon? His entire demeanor shifted instantly to one of hostility. His jaw clenched tightly, and his fists curled with such strength that blood almost broke through his skin.

Returning to the bunks, you laid down on the cardboard-like bed in an attempt to get comfortable. However, your efforts proved futile as after about thirty minutes, the lights went out, leaving the room illuminated by only the glowing red and blue lights from the floor. The silence swallowed everything and a heavy uncomfortability settled over you, making it impossible to find any peace.

Suddenly, the bed dipped behind you and you flinched in fear, body instinctively jerking away. Before you could turn around, a ringed hand shot over your mouth, silencing you. “Be quiet,” he whispered, “Don’t want anyone thinking I’m killing you.” His emphasis on the last word put a sick feeling in your stomach.

Something told you to run, to break free from his grip and bolt to somebody else’s bed. But you were frozen— as if Thanos had hypnotized you and kept you stuck in the same position. Realizing you weren’t going anywhere, he let go of your face and turned you around to face him.

“Why’d you vote to leave, baby? It’s supposed to be you and me forever, can’t do that if we’re in different places.” Thanos’ words puzzled you. Forever? He practically just confessed his feelings to you, but something didn't sit right about it. As much as you’d love to be with him for the rest of your life, you didn’t want to stay in this place. Your feelings for Thanos were growing by the day, but so was your desire to leave.

Realizing you were stuck in your mind as he waited for an answer, you quickly spoke up. “I do want it to be us forever, but I can’t stay here anymore. People are dying, Thanos” Your voice cracked with the last sentence as your emotions peaked through. Being surrounded by carnage wasn’t worth it— not for money. You’d do anything to get out of this place.

His eyes were filled with a dark, unsettling intensity as he studied your face. Silence hung heavily between you for a moment, thick with unspoken fears and twisted promises. “You think leaving will save you?” he whispered, voice low and menacing. “I'm the only one that cares about you in this shithole. Even if we leave, the money won't fix anything, you'll still be mines. No matter where you go, I’ll find you. And when I do, there won’t be any more running, baby.” His eyes shimmered with certainty as he leaned in, the heavy weight of his presence engulfing you. His words were threatening— demanding. They were laced with a dangerous tone that screamed not to engage, so why were you more attracted to him than ever?

It seemed as if he sensed your interest, because a small, dangerous smile spread across his face. Standing tall, he reached out and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, tilting his head slightly to reveal a thick black line running from behind his ear—a tattoo, thick and prominent. Suddenly, he whipped around and vanished into the darkness, leaving you replaying the conversation in your head for hours.

The next morning was a daze. You'd barely gotten any sleep, staying up all night thinking about interactions from the previous day. The sound of the door opening cut off your train of thought as a group of guard walked in with containers in their hand. Announcing at everyone to line up for food, people piled up to the front of the room

Everybody felt the sting of hunger whether they wanted to accept it or not, and their actions showed it. After being yelled at to stand in a proper line, people angrily obliged, causing attitudes from some, but nothing too bad. As you gathered in line with the rest of the players, you heard commotion coming from behind you.

"Hey man, what the fuck?" A voice shouted, followed by another complaining, "Get in the back and wait like the rest of us"

A pair of hands wrapped around your body as you felt a head rest on your shoulder. You didn't even have to look back to know who it was; Thanos. He was always touchy with you, but it seemed like he'd been all over you the past day.

"G'morning pretty, you ready for todays game?" He mumbled into your sweatshirt with a sweet tone. It was like his mood did a whole 180 from last night, going from threatening to nurturing. It confused you, but your feelings for his didn't falter.

As much as you wanted it to, your face couldn’t hide your allure. The smile that spread across your lips was small, yet unmistakable. While your heart pounded at a hundred miles an hour, your mind raced with anxiety about the upcoming game. Letting your thoughts take over, you absentmindedly drifted into a daze, lost in your own worries.

You were snapped out of your clouded state by Thanos brushing up and down your arms with his hands. "You okay?" He asked, showing genuine concern. You answered him with a simple nod, not being in the mood to talk. As he went on to talk about God knows what, you found yourself drifting back into your own thoughts, trapped in your mind once again. Getting to the front of the line and picking up the tray of food, you started to walk away before getting stopped by, of course, Thanos.

"You should eat with us for today, hm? It'd be perfect, me and my lady eating lunch together, like a proper date." he spoke. You stood and contemplated for a moment. If that was his idea of a proper date you didn't even want to think about where he'd take you after getting out of this place.

Pushing your thoughts aside, you followed him to the area, curiosity getting the best of you. Before you sat 4 others. You'd learned their names against your will, hearing Thanos shout them out at least five times a day. Approaching the steps, you were met with warm smiles— mostly.

Nam-gyu stared at you like you owed him money. His gaze was sharp and relentless, never breaking contact with yours. You waved to everyone sweetly, sneaking glances at Nam-gyu to see if he was still staring (unfortunately he was.) The other three were friendly, making sure you were okay while Nam-gyu and Thanos whispered off to eachother. Attempting to brush off the uncomfortability of being watched, you engaged in conversation with everybody. The group was nice, they opened up quickly and even shared detailed about their lives before the games.

After finishing your food, you threw the remains away and walked to your bunk, satisfied with the interactions you'd just had. Before you could make it all the way, a familiar purple head of hair popped up beside you. He didn't say anything, though, just followed you quietly. Laying down in your bed, he still remained silent. Eventually, you'd had enough and finally spoke up.

"What?" you asked simply— neither rude or overbearing, but straightforward enough for him to know what you were referring to. His head lowered slowly, as if something had been weighing on his mind. The dark purple hair dropped over his face, hiding his expression from the world.

"Y'know," he spoke lowly, "If we left this place right now, I'd probably try to do it again."

He spoke with such a tone that sent shivers down your spine. So sinister and firm, it made you tense up. Looking at his covered face, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Do what again?"

He sniffed once, then twice, before roughly brushing his hand through his hair in frustration. "When that man found me, I was on that bridge ready to jump. Everything I worked for just came crashing down in days!" His voice cracking as if the words physically hurt to say. "I just wanted to make my mother proud. But now all she has is a good-for-nothing son who's almost 2 billion won in debt."

His words tugged at your heart strings, evoking every bit of sympathy from your body. The way he stuttered with every word and struggled to continue his story could bring tears to your eyes. After a huge sigh, he continued speaking.

"I can't just go home with that much" he pointed to the giant screen displaying how much each player would get. '24 million won', not nearly enough to pay off his debt. "This game is my last try at life, honestly. If I get out and still have to struggle, I'm gonna end up at that same bridge, and I'm jumping this time"

His final words shocked you. Of course anyone would fall into depression if they risked their lived just to still be in debt, but going as far as jumping off a bridge? The thought of it made you nauseous. "So darling please, vote O next time. For me?" he finished off, cupping his hands in yours as he ended his sentence. Begging— pleading you to change your vote.

As much as you resented being here, you couldn't help but feel bad for Thanos. His situation made you think of everyone else that voted O, how they could be going through similar things. You didn't want him to fight this far only to end his life. Ultimately, you gave in— promising his that you'd change your vote next time round.

Thanos, on the other hand, didn't care that much. Sure, everything he said was true, but he had to dramatize it to be sure you changed your mind. He would end up killing himself if the game ended too early, just not for the reason he told you. He didn't care for his life that much, hence his reckless behavior, but he wouldn't be able to live knowing you chose to leave him so soon. You were the shining light in his darkness, the spark that ignited his hope. A tiny lie meant nothing if it assured your presence in his life.

As time passed, the topic weighed on your mind. It stuck around like a shadow— relentless, refusing to leave you. The next few hours were a blur, time passing by as if it were flowing in a lake; slow and endless. Suddenly, the guards lined people up once more, but this time was different. It looked as if the color had been drained out their faces, leaving this dull and hopeless. This could only mean one thing; the next game was abut to start.

Following the crowd through the labyrinth of shapes and colors, you were met by Thanos yet again. "Tryna leave me, babydoll?" he asked, smile evident in his voice. He always spoke with such a cocky tone—like he had the entire world wrapped around his painted finger. At this point, you feared you had fallen victim to it.

"It's okay, you'll be safe all game, I'll make sure of it" he muttered. Usually, you'd assume that meant he would protect you from any threats, but at this point, you were worried he was the threat.

The crowd slowed down as they entered the room, causing your anxiety to grow even more. When you finally made your way in, your breath felt like it was caught in your throat. In front of you stood a circular room with doors lining the entire wall and a giant carousel-like figure in the middle. As your mind raced with possibilities for what the upcoming game could be, you saw people grouping up with their peers hesitantly. Not wanting to be the odd one out, you did the same.

After rejoining with Thanos and his teammates that you had met earlier, you looked around in confusion. Even while being surrounded by your closest acquaintances and possible lover, you still couldn't calm yourself down. A robotic woman's voice reverberated around the room, giving the details for the game.

"Welcome to your third game. The game you will be playing is Mingle. Let me repeat, the game you will be playing is Mingle." Your heart almost skipped a beat as you heard her words come from the speakers. Mingle was a game from your childhood, one you always found yourself losing. Now, it seemed, that old familiar sense of dread was creeping back.

"Hey, we’ll be mingling together, doesn’t that sound like so much fun?" Thanos spoke as he nudged his friend beside him.

"All players, please step onto the center platform." The lady instructed. With that, the rest of the people slowly started gathering on the circular foundation. "When the game starts, the platform will begin to rotate, and you will hear a number. You must form groups of that size, go into the rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds"

You heard groups around you start to strategize their plans to win, and that's when it hit you that this was really about to happen. You felt the familiar pit in your stomach come back as your hands instinctively started shaking.

Before your anxiety took over, you felt Thanos grab your wrist and pull you closer to him. It was a little more aggressive than you would've wanted, but at least you know now that you have someone by your side. 'Forever' as he would've said. As he led you to the platform alongside him, your racing thoughts seemed to finally slow down.

Suddenly the ground shifted under you in a hurry, and you stumbled to catch your balance. You heard children on the speakers singing a song you knew all-too-well from your childhood.

You cursed under your breath, not wanting to have to pick people o group with but also not wanting to lose your life. The song echoed around the room like a haunting melody before coming to a complete stop as did the platform.

"10 players"

While the entire group ran to find 4 others, Thanos hurriedly pulled you and rushed to find an open room. Both of you dodged and weaved through players to get to a door nobody claimed yet. Luckily, you found one right in time as the rest of the group came running back with enough people to complete the room.

Panting and heaving as you collapsed onto the wall behind you, the timer in the room outside hit zero. Before you could catch your breath, gunshots sounded through the small space loud enough to rupture your eardrums. As your hands flew to your ears in desperation, Thanos flew onto you, enveloping you into his arms. He needed to keep you safe, no matter what.

As the door clicked open, the room slowly emptied while the smell of iron engulfed your senses. Looking around, there were splatters of blood scattered on the platform, ground, and even the walls. A haunting image formed in your mind— your body falling, leaving nothing but a puddle of crimson flooding on that very floor.

Dragging yourself back to the platform, the music started up again as did the movement of the floor below you. The music ringing through your ears quickly transitioned from lighthearted to dreadful. Every time you heard the eerie singing, it reminded you of what was to come.

"5 players"

Your heart dropped as the spinning came to a halt. There were 6 of you, who would have to get left behind? You quickly turned to Thanos in refuge and found him scanning the group franticly. Suddenly, his eyes locked on Gyeong-su— cold and belligerent.

"Gyeong-su, you're out!" Thanos shouted, kicking Gyeong-su down forcefully. Before you could react, Thanos snatched your wrist and guided you to one of the unclaimed doors. You whipped your head back, hoping to see Gyeong-su finding safety with another group. Instead, you were met with his empty eyes. It was like he'd accepted his death already, laying in the same position he'd landed in as the timer ran out.

You called for him, hoping to give him enough strength to get up and run into a room. Rather, he just stared at you, gaze dull and far away. Your stomach turned knowing that was the last time you'd see him alive.

A rough push guided you in a room, the rest of the group following behind you. As soon as the door closed, you heard the timer go off. The rest of the group shared rushed questions with eachother, but you were in too much of a daze to pay attention to them. You'd just watched Thanos basically kill his friend— your friend, and he had no remorse.

He abruptly pushed you up to the door, forcing you to watch the murder outside. "You see that?" He said as he pointed to a specific direction. Your eyes followed his accessorized finger to find him pointing at Gyeong-su, with a pink guard walking up to him menacingly.

"That would've been you if it weren't for me. I saved you." He spat, not sparing a flinch as you both watched your friend get shot dead. "Oh my God, Gyeong-su..." you muttered in disbelief. Staring at his frigid body, you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "Why would you kill him?"

"I did it for you, baby!" He exclaimed, spinning you around to face him. "I'd let any of these people go to save you. They're just pawns but you, you're my queen." Shivers went down your spine with his words, this wasn't healthy love, and you knew that.

"Don't be scared. I mean, you're the reason I did this. If you would've just voted to stay, maybe poor little Gyeong-su could've lived." He fake pouted as the last sentence came ou of his mouth, showing how he truly doesn't care for his killing. If you weren't scared into changing your vote before, you definitely were now. The lock on the door clicked once again and the rooms flowed out with less people.

The next few rounds went by like a blur, each one more harrowing than the last. It wasn't until the final round that you truly started fearing Thanos.

"2 players"

Not even hesitating, Thanos yanked your arm so tight you were sure it would leave a grotesque purple-orange bruise in a few hours, then sprinted towards a room. You nearly slipped on blood from how fast you were moving, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. All he cared about was finding a room, whether it was occupied or not. He knew his plan.

As you were dragged up to a door, Thanos shoved it open with a force that sent the metal hatch swinging wide. Without hesitation, he stared at two men inside, bloodlust heavy in his eyes. "Get the fuck out." he demanded.

The men panted heavily, backing into the far wall. "We were here first" one of them spoke, more as a plea than a statement. Without warning, Thanos lifted his fist and slammed it down onto the man's nose. Blood spilled as the man cried out in pain, cupping his face. The two players ran out, oblivious to the countdown that had only four seconds remaining.

You slipped inside just before the door shut and collapsed onto the floor. The guilt you felt for causing those men to lose their lives was immense, but survival was all that mattered now. Moments later, banging echoed on the other side of the door from the men— desperate to live on. Unfortunately, when the lock clicked, it was too late. Two heavy shots rang right outside the door, close enough to hear them choking on their blood.

Your eyes darted to Thanos in disbelief. Part of you wanted to thank him for saving your life, to cling to some bit of gratitude. But the other felt the urge to cry and scream at him for kicking those poor innocent men out. Your mind spun in chaos, a whirlwind of emotions you couldn’t find the strength to express. Instead, you settled on keeping a poker face— dissociating and tuning out the world around you in a numb haze.

You wished it could stay like this; dull and quiet, but this was only the calm before the storm. Everywhere around you, a burdening sense of horror and helplessness refused to fade. The weight of what just happened suddenly pressed down on you, heavy and unrelenting, leaving you feeling more lost than ever. All you could do was stare ahead praying that somehow, this nightmare would end before it consumed you whole.

As if on cue, the door opened with a 'click!' and you heard other players exiting in a solemn silence. Not you, though. You remained in the same spot, replaying the last few seconds in your mind. An arm around yours quickly snapped you out of your daze, being caught off guard by the abrupt touch.

"It's okay, pretty, they would've died before the next game anyways" Thanos reassured before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead and leading you to the hallway. As much as his behavior had been creeping you out lately, a part of you loved it. You admired how someone would go that far to protect you; it made you feel warm— safe.

He made sure to keep at least a finger on you at all times. Whether it was an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, hugging you from behind, or simply resting his head on yours. He needed everyone to see that you were his. To remind you, and himself, that you belonged to him. And when it came time to vote, that extra layer of security was enough to sway your decision, pushing you to change your answer just to keep him close— and sane.

Thanos’ behavior shifted almost immediately after you voted to stay. That little blue patch on your chest seemed to draw him in like a magnet, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He got even closer to you, going as far as insisting to sleep in the same bed. You knew his obsession was spiraling out of control, but you felt powerless to stop it. Enabling his attachment felt like the only way to keep him from acting out— at least, that’s what you thought.

During the next meal, Thanos let you go by yourself, claiming he had something to talk to Nam-gyu about. As you stood in the line ready for whatever meal they had planed of you, an unfamiliar body appeared beside you. "Excuse me, miss." he called out to you

Turning your head to the mysterious voice, you were met by an innocent-looking man with shorter hair, number 333. You were confused why he suddenly wanted to talk to you, especially since you'd never seen him a day in your life. "Sorry, have we met before?" you asked

He let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, but I have met your friend" the man laughed, putting air quotes around friend. You knew then that he was referring to Thanos. "My name's Myung-gi, or you might know me as MG Coin"

In that second you immediately put a face to his name. So this was the man that Thanos had been shit-talking the past few days. The insults were non-stop, claiming he was a scammer, fraud, even a fugitive. You were confused, because this man seemed nothing like Thanos described him.

"Could you just ask him to back off? He keeps harassing me and honestly, it's kind of weird. I ju—" Suddenly, Myung-gi's voice was cut off by a booming yell.

"What the fuck are you doing talking to my girl?" Thanos shouted, stomping towards you with Nam-gyu close behind. You cursed under your breath, not wanting this to escalate into anything serious. Standing beside you, he snatched you closer, practically cutting off your breathing with how hard he was gripping your waist.

"She doesn't want you, bro. Go, before we have a problem" Thanos spat, shooing Myung-gi off with his free hand. Nam-gyu nudged Thanos on the arm and chuckled "Nah, man. He's tryna get her knocked up just like he did that chick." He laughed, pointing over to a girl staring at you all, stomach protruding through the baggy jumpsuit.

Thanos turned back to Myung-gi in disbelief, falling for Nam-gyu's words.

"You already took my money, you tryna fuck my girl too?" He accused, shoving the other man so hard he almost fell down. Even while getting pushed around, Myung-gi remained calm and took a deep breath.

"Just leave me alone dude" He muttered under his breath, brushing his jacket off. "I was telling her to control you, you're doing way too much" the man sighed. This seemed to light a fire in Thanos' eyes, fueling his anger even more.

Thanos clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury as he took a step closer to Myung-gi. “You think you can come here and talk shit about me? To her?” he growled, voice low and threatening.

The other man opened his mouth to rebuttal, but Thanos was already lunging forward, fist clenched, slamming down on Myung-gi’s jaw. The punch caused him to hunch over in refuge, attempting to block his face. Thanos reached up his fist once again to land another blow, but Nam-gyu was faster— stepping infront of Thanos and throwing a punch of his own.

Thanos and Nam-gyu used their advantages, jumping Myung-gi from both sides. Thanos’s fists pounded into his ribs while Nam-gyu threw a vicious punch at his jaw. Myung-gi tried to dodge, but with the both of them attacking simultaneously, he was quickly overwhelmed, collapsing under their assault.

Just as Thanos was about to land another blow, a sudden surge of movement halted the fight. Bright pink jumpsuits and black masks with squares on them burst into view, rushing between the three. The guards moved swiftly, their voices muffled as they pushed Thanos and Nam-gyu back.

“Break it up.” one of the guards commanded, guns gripped in their hands ominously as they blocked the attack. “If you continue, all three of you will be eliminated.”

Thanos scowled, glaring at the guards with his fists still clenched. Nam-gyu, breathing heavily, took a step back, muttering curses under his breath as the guards inched closer. Their masks hid any possible expression, but their stances made it clear they weren’t going to tolerate any more violence.

Thanos and Nam-gyu exchanged tense looks, muscles still tense and ready for a fight, but ultimately, they backed off. The guards kept a close eye on them, watching as Myung-gi regained function and lifted himself from the floor. The chaos had been stopped for now, but tension still lied beneath the surface.

Around them, the others in the dormitory paused, watching the chaos with a mixture of shock and curiosity. While the guards might have stopped the fight, it was clear this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. The three had crossed a line with eachother, and none of them seemed willing to back down.

As the men were escorted back to their bunks, each whispered threats under their breath. You tried to tune it out, feeling embarrassed that this situation even happened, but no amount of distance could help you ignore that.

Returning to your now shared bed, you thought intensely about everything that transpired in the last few days. Was it really worth it? You kept telling yourself that you were almost there, just a few more games and you could love him normally. No killing, no fights, just two adults living happily together— but was this really true?

As if on cue, Thanos' hands crept around your waist, cuddling you in the compacted bed. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, bringing you comfortability in the dire situation. "I love you" he spoke in english, voice silky and soft, like velvet. “I love you so much it hurts.”

"I'd never let anyone, or anything hurt you. You know that right?" he asked, giving you a slight nudge with his question. "I know" you answered, unsure of how far he would actually go for you.

"I wanted to kill him." Thanos admitted, "He was too close. The way he looked at you, like he thought he could take you from me. When I saw him talking to you like that, all i could think of were ways to get rid of him." Hearing his words conflicted you. You didn't know if you should run away at the thought of him fantasizing about killing for you, or find refuge in it.

"I could've choked him to death, or maybe bashed his head in. Not fast though— he needed to feel every second of it. Every snap, every break." You felt his smile growing as he went on about Myung-gi's death like it was something intimate, beautiful. As his grip around you tightened, his words got more concerning.

"Isn't it good to know you have someone willing to protect you like that?" Thanos spoke up, "There's people out there, sick people, just waiting to get their hands on something as rare and perfect as you."

"No matter where you go, I'll always be there." He whispered softly, brushing your hair with an unsettling tenderness. You weren't sure if his words were meant as a threat or a promise— but you weren't exactly in the mood to find out. "Even if you tried to leave me, if you begged me to let you go, I wouldnt— I couldn't." It was in this moment you realized how serious this was. Thanos had no intention of leaving you, ever. You'd just signed up for something you weren't sure if you could ever escape.

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