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The duality of man

taskmaster S19E07

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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toxic

a/n - i haven't written angst in years so sorry if this is ass

c/w - hard drug use, self harm mention, violence (slapping), very toxic relationship, angst, fem!reader

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your phone is buzzing nonstop, causing you to quietly wonder if you enjoy torturing yourself. 

you could just turn it off, block the number or hell, just turn your phone over so you didn’t have to see his stupid face come across your screen.

but a part of you craves it - no needs it, the idea that he still misses you, that he’s still trying to win you back.

it’s addictive.

that’s the whole problem, isn’t it? you’re both addicts. he can’t help going back to those colourful little pills and you can’t help going back to him.

your phone is silent for almost ten minutes and you are trying to ignore the heavy feeling that settled in your chest as a result. 

you chew on your lip as you look at your blank phone screen. just two small taps would show you the countless missed calls and desperate messages, but you knew you would cave. if you saw the exact number you know you would give into him again.

you don’t get to make that decision though, because before you can give in, unrelenting knocking sounds through your apartment.

“baby, let me in!” you already knew it was him but hearing his voice confirmed it and that sent a shiver down your spine.

there’s no conscious thoughts streaming through your head as you walk to the front door, only the thumping of your heart that seems to sound out his name

thanos. thanos. thanos.

and that was his name, your name for him. even before he was using it as a stage name. it’s what you called him the first time he had dyed his hair purple, back when you were dumb teenagers who considered weed a hard drug.

you snap back into reality as you reach the door. your fingers ghost over the doorknob.

“you can’t ignore me forever, beautiful!”

you despise how your heart still squeezes at his dumb nicknames. you can't even remember the last time he called you by your real name.

to be fair, you never call him by his name either.

“please, sweetheart, just let me in,” his voice is softer now, in the way that makes your knees weak.

fuck it.

you try to wipe the emotion off your face and open the door, “what?”

the first thing you notice is his blown out pupils, his unsteady stance, the slight shakiness to his hands.

unfortunately for you, you also notice the way his expression softens at the sight of you, the way his entire body seems to relax.

“baby,” he breathes out.

“you're high,” you say bluntly, your jaw clenching slightly.

he laughs slightly, but it's bitter, tainted, “yeah, and?” 

you scoff but before you could slam the door in his face, he jams his foot in the door and forces his way inside.

“i”m not fucking leaving until you talk to me,” he says firmly.

you swallow the lump in your throat and glare at the door like it was to blame for this.

you should really get a chain, you think to yourself, he wouldn't be able to force his way in with a chain.

the more realistic part of your brain calls bullshit immediately though. you like having him force his way in like he owns the place, like he still owns you.

and even if you did, you know him, chain or not if he wants to see you he will find a way.

you walk into the kitchen, trying to seem chill and unaffected by him. but your heart is racing and you can almost feel your hands start to tremble. of course, he follows you closely, never letting you walk out of his reach.

“there’s nothing to talk about,” you manage to say.

this time he was the one scoffing, “there's pleanty to fucking talk about.”

you mindlessly try to tidy up your kitchen, doing anything to keep your mind - and hands - off him.

but predictably, he catches on quick, grabbing your wrist after you put a glass away and pulling you so your facing him.

his other hand grabs your jaw, not unkindly but not comparable to the tender touches he used to smother you with.

“hey,” he says harshly, “fuckin’ look at me.”

you could almost flinch at his tone. you slowly look up at him, only to be met with his blown out pupils, but the drugs couldn't hide the rage in his eyes.

“nam-gyu told me you were with another guy,” he sneers.

you suppress the small smile that fought to break your nonchalant demeanour. when your coworker asked you out, your only intention was an easy fuck and maybe - just maybe - make thanos jealous.

maybe. 

“so what? we’ve haven’t been together in over a month, su-bong,” you say, emphasising his name.

his jaw clenches at that. his grip on your wrist tightens and he pulls you flush against him, “i don’t care, you’re still mine.”

you push him away and glare at him, “you’re a fucking hypocrite. how many sluts have you fucked since we broke up?”

he laughs bitterly, “oh i’m the hypocrite? you’re happy to choke down any pill any stranger at the club offers you but it’s not okay for me to do the same?”

“that’s different! doing shit on special occasions is very different then carrying them around and taking one at every mild inconvenience!”

“oh like you cutting up your wrists is any better,” he spits out.

before you can think through your actions, your palm was connecting with his cheek. his head turns to the side from the force and he slowly turns to look at you again, “did you just fuckin’ hit me.”

you freeze and stare up at him in shock, “i don’t…” you start but trail off, not knowing what to say.

he smirks and walks closer to you, forcing you to step back until your back hits the wall. he leans down, crowding your space until all you can see is him.

“do it again,” he says lowly.

you blink up at him in surprise. you recognise the look in his eyes, the same look he’d get after getting into a fight.

or when he was hate fucking you.

you slap him again, notably softer than before. he just laughs and grabs your jaw, ��no, not quite baby. what happened, lost your confidence?” he hums out condescendingly. 

your anger returns as quick as it left and your palm is against his cheek again. it’s forceful and harsh, his lip splits and blood coats his mouth.

“that’s my girl,” he grins, fucking grins.

“shut the fuck up,” you hiss out and shove his chest, “you’re so fucking pathetic, i can’t belive i ever cared about you.”

he laughs happily, in a way that reminds you of when you were younger, of easier times when you were proud to be his. it only makes your blood boil more.

“and yet you still love me,” he says smugly.

you slap him again and he’s laughing more as soon as your skin hits his. blood smears on your hand and he carelessly spits some out onto your kitchen floor. he was right and that pisses you off more than it should, “i hate you.”

his eyes seem to soften as he smiles at you, “no. you don’t.”

you glare at him, considering your options for a few moments. no option is good anyway so you grab onto his stupid neon tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.

he chuckles triumphantly as his lips meet yours. you can taste the blood and the biting taste of whatever alcohol he had chugged down before coming here.

his hands slip down to your ass then thighs, groping the flesh roughly like he wanted your skin to be permanently bruised with his hand prints.

he breaks the kiss and trails more kisses down your neck, “fuck i missed you so much,” he breathes out against your skin, “so fuckin’ much, pretty girl.”

you whimper softly as his teeth possessively grazes your skin. his hands come to rest on your hips and he squeezes tight.

“don’t want to see you with other guys,” he mumbles before kissing you again, “don’t want to hear about you being with other guys.”

you roll your eyes and tug his hair softly, “you think it’s fun for me? havin’ to hear all those bimbos bragging about getting you into bed.” 

he just grins again. his hands reach up to hold your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip that was tinged pink from his blood, “then we won’t. we’ll get back together, yeah baby? just us two again.”

it’s embarrassing how quickly you want to agree, but at least you knew better than to show it, “i don’t know…” you say in an almost teasing tone.

his hold on you tightens and he pulls your face up for another kiss, “you know you want to.”

you kiss him back eagerly, fisting his hair with one hand and gripping his shirt.

he laughs into the kiss, “knew you would, such a good girl, my girl,” he murmurs against your lips.

you deepen the kiss in response and he groans softly, grinding his crotch up into yours.

his hands leave you and you can feel him fidgeting beneath you but you’re too consumed by the kiss to notice. 

what you do notice though, is his hand reaching up to press a small pink pill at your lips.

“swallow,” he says simply, looking down at you with a dark look in his eyes.

you stare at his hand, hesitating for a moment, but as soon as you glance up and see the small smile on his pretty face, you know you’ve already lost.

you swallow the pill, the chalky aftertaste barely registering to you before thanos’ lips are on yours again.

he pushes you against the wall again, groping your tits as you kiss. the kiss is aggressive, teeth and tongue clashing as you moan into each other mouths.

it takes less than ten minutes of making out for the pill to start blurring your vision and the familiar fuzzy feeling to creep into your brain. you didn’t ask what it was and you weren’t going to. you never did.

he had you again, you didn’t even really try to fight it this time. it was getting easier to give in every time he came crawling back. it never matters if he ends it or you do, you can always count on this.

in a weird way he is the most reliable person in your life and you do truly love him. you know this isn’t fair to him, you know you should be trying to help him but you’re too busy trying to help yourself. you can make a good life for yourself, far away from thanos and his shitty friends and his shitty life.

he wants to corrupt you. not with any malicious attempt, he just ignorantly believes that popping pills is healthier than the shit you do to cope. he wants you to be like him, to party every night, piss away money and always be on some new designer drug.

he wants to corrupt you.

and what’s worse?

you want to let him.

—

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nye blurb

a/n - i pinky promise i'm working on more of the tattoo artist series it's just going slowly so here's a little new years eve themed blurb

c/w - alcohol mentions

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the music at the club was pounding into your skull, but with how many shots you had the reverberating bass barely registers to you.

“one minute to midnight!” someone screams out. cheers of excitement quickly follow.

you sigh softly and take another look around the club. you had lost your friends almost an hour ago and with your blurry vision you have no chance of finding them before the countdown.

all around you couples get close to each other, whispering flirty nothing's to each other as the new year approaches.

maybe you shouldn't have come. even if you did find your friends they all had partners so you'd be that one pitiful friend staring at the wall awkwardly while everyone else sucks face.

you decide to try and make your way towards the bar. another shot was just as good a way to toast the new year as a kiss was right?

unfortunately it was never easy to walk through a club and unsurprisingly you bump into someone.

“woah, gorgeous,” the purple haired stranger says with a smirk, “where are you running off to?”

you have to suppress an eye roll at his cocky expression, “the bar.”

his smirk grows, “it’s almost midnight, you’re not kissing your boyfriend?”

you laugh softly, “wow, subtle. no, i don’t have a boyfriend.”

he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “real shame. pretty girls like you should be getting kissed.”

“that doesn't seem to be in the cards for me. i was going to try for a shot instead,” you glance over the bar that has only become more crowded.

the stranger clicks his tongue as he looks at the bar as well, “doesn't seem like that's in your cards either, flower. but i can always offer you a kiss.”

despite the stupid arrogance he effortlessly portrays he was attractive, in a way you couldn't ignore. and what did you have to lose? a harmless kiss with a stranger in a club wasn't the worst decision you could make tonight.

“i don't even know your name,” you respond, looking up at him with a playful smile.

he grins in response and reaches down to brush some hair out of your face, “its thanos.”

you can't even attempt to stop the surprise laugh that escapes you, “explains the purple.”

he doesn't seem to hear you. his hand is cupping your cheek now as people all around you start screaming along with the countdown.

“7! 6! 5!”

“i’ve told you my name. can i kiss you?” he asks, as nicely as possible considering how loud he has to be.

“4! 3! 2!”

you nod and his mouth is on yours before you can react. he doesn't even wait for the countdown to finish before he's tilting your head up to meet his lips.

he's only gentle for a few long moments before his other arm is around your waist, pulling you flush against him to deepen the kiss.

you whimper ever so softly and reach up to rest your hand on the back of your head. your fingers tangle into his hair as you tug him closer.

he groans in response and lets his hand slide down from your waist to your ass, groping and exploring your curves.

he parts from you with a few final pecks, like he doesn't want to pull away so soon.

there's a shit eating grin on his face and a sparkle in his eyes that wasn't there before - or maybe you just hadn't noticed it.

“so,” he says while using his thumb to spread the mix of lip gloss and spit across your bottom lip, “what was your name?”

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“where’s all the squid game fics?” I ask as I sit on a million drafts full of them

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fwb!thanos blurb

a/n - this is so short but i wanted to post something today

c/w - nothing? sick reader, soft fwb!thanos

—

if you didn’t already have a headache, the incessant knocking on your door would have given you one.

you sigh as you wrap your blanket around your body tighter and slowly make your way to the door. when you open the door and you are greeting by a grinning thanos with a tote bag he stole from you in his hand.

“hey gorgeous, you look like death,” he says as he pushes his way into your apartment.

you groan slightly and shut the door, “thanos, i told you i’m sick. i’m not going out tonight.”

he looks at you in confusion, “yeah, i know. that’s why i brought you food, so we can hang here,” he says simply.

you sigh and rub your temple softly as you sit back on the couch, “being sick means i’m not sleeping with you either, you should go.”

he falters at that and dumps the bag on your coffee table. he kneels in front of you and grabs your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your skin softly, “i didn’t come here for sex. i wanted to hang out and make sure you were okay.”

you frown slightly, not expecting such a soft response from him.

“do you want me to leave?” he adds, looking up at you with an unfamiliar vulnerability. 

you smile slightly and squeeze his hands back, “no. you brought me food that wins my favour for at least an hour.”

his grin returns and he pulls a bag of takeaway out of the tote bag, “only an hour?”

you try to suppress your grin as you snatch the bag, “i can be talked into an hour and a half.”

“so generous of you, beautiful,” he teases and sits on the couch next to you, lazily throwing his arm behind your back.

“you probably shouldn’t be sitting that close to me, i am actually sick,” you say with a frown as you start eating.

thanos just shrugs carelessly, “i don’t get sick. and even if by some miracle i do then we can just quarantine together.”

you huff out a laugh and nudge him with your shoulder, “you’d get zoochosis by day two, you are not an indoor cat.”

he dramatically places a hand over his heart in mock offence, “is that what you truly think of me gorgeous? i’m hurt, i could totally disappear from the world for a while.”

you click your tongue and smile, “i wouldn’t lie to you, pet.”

he shakes his head, a small pout on his face, “all these animal references you must think so low of me.”

“not low per say. you’re just like the pathetic stray i tried to get rid of but felt too bad for so now i’m stuck with you.”

“stuck with me?” he asks, his tone full of playful indignation.

you hum as you munch on your food before responding, “yeah, and like, you bringing me food is like when cats bring their owners dead mice and shit.”

thanos laughs at that, “you’re my owner now?”

you just nod and eat more, “mm hmm.”

he hums almost mockingly and reaches up to touch your forehead, “i think you’re all delirious from your sickness.”

“you can think whatever you like, i know i’m right.”

“keep telling yourself that, baby.”

—

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tattooartist!thanos reactions to you #whimpering and #moaning when he tattoos you

a/n - thank you so much for the request pretty!! please send me more thanos requests i love him so much

c/w - fluff, tattoo stuff

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it’s going to look pretty. it’s going to look pretty.

that’s what you keep telling yourself. the mantra is swirling around your head as you sit on thanos’ tattoo bench. your body is tense and you’re biting down on your lip so harshly it wouldn’t surprise you if it starts to bleed.

thanos is tattooing your wrist. his head is tilted to the side slightly in his focus, and you can tell from the way his other hand holds your skin in place that he is being as gentle as possible.

“the girl ended up losing her shoe in the river,” he’s telling you a story, but you're only half paying attention. still, his voice is a good background noise that helps distract you from the menacing buzz of the needle.

as he moves to an even more sensitive part of your skin, you tense up, and a small, uncontrollable noise escapes your throat.

“still doing okay, baby?” he asks, pulling you back into reality and giving your raw skin a break.

you try to force your body to relax and smile tightly, “yeah, keep going. please.” you want this over as quick as possible.

he nods and turns the needle back on. you squeeze your eyes shut, the anticipation is almost worse than the pain.

when the needle touches your skin again, you can’t help but let out more small whimpers. you can feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment, and you look away from where thanos is tattooing you.

his smile only grows, and his grip on your hand tightens slightly, “cute noises, princess.”

“shut up,” you whine.

“it’s not a bad thing,” he says smugly, “i’m enjoying it.”

“it’s not for your enjoyment,” you say, a small pained moan escaping your lips.

he laughs, “is this what you sound like in bed, sweets?”

you grit your teeth and try to swallow down your whimpers, “no."

“can i get proof of that?” he grins even more.

if he wasn’t holding a needle to your skin you would smack him. you lean your head back as you try to focus on staying quiet.

thanos, predictably, continues his teasing, “you’re actually helping me out here, baby. i won’t have to rely as much on my imagination anymore when i’m picturing what you’d be like underneath me.”

you swallow harshly at his words and glare at him, “thanos.”

“you tellin’ me you haven’t thought about me that way,” he says cockily and clicks his tongue, “i’m disappointed, pretty. thought you liked me.”

you let out a few small whimpers as he fills in a small section on your wrist bone. “i don’t like you like that,” you finally manage to say.

he tsks in disappointment, “lying isn’t a good look on you, flower.”

you bite back any more comments and try to focus on watching the needle, ignoring the way his eyes flicker up to your face for fleeting moments.

after only a few more minutes he’s pulling the needle away and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “unfortunately for me i’m all done. almost considered draggin’ it out but i know those little noises would be so much sweeter if they weren’t coming from pain.”

your face feels even hotter, and you try your best to look annoyed with him as he starts to wrap up your new tattoo.

you stay quiet as he cleans up and tosses a few small tubes of aftercare cream on your lap. his leg starts bouncing, and he rolls his chair close to you, invading your personal space in a way you’re used to by now.

“you’re not actually upset with me, are you?” he asks quietly.

you shake your head but he doesn’t seem convinced.

he takes both of your hands in his, “was only teasing, baby.”

“i know,” you say. that’s why it hurt. it was only teasing. he didn’t mean it.

his thumbs are drawing shapes on your skin as he pulls you even closer to him, “i have to tease you, lovely.”

you frown and tilt your head slightly, “i don’t think it’s mandatory.”

he laughs, “oh it most definitely is. i gotta even the score.”

“even the score?”

“yeah, pretty. it’s bad enough having you sitting there all pretty for me, listenin’ to me, being all obedient. and now those cute little noises? drivin’ me insane, flower.” he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

you blink slowly as you process his words. his grip tightens on your hands, carefully avoiding the fresh tattoo.

“please don't be mad at me,” he says. it's the softest you've ever heard him speak.

you smile shyly and shake your head, “i'm not.”

you must be more convincing this time because he grins and stands up. he pushes your hair back and kisses your forehead affectionately.

“good. can't have my favourite customer mad at me,” he hums.

“i don't think i could be mad at you.”

his grin widens and he squeezes your shoulders, “and i'm forever grateful for that.”

—

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raaah I love tattooartist!thanos

what if like during our session we were to pass out (ik bae checks up on us but still pass out)

a/n - i absolutely love this ask thank you much!! i kinda hate how this turned out but it was driving me insane so im deciding its as good as i could do :)

c/w - fluff, tattoos, food/forgetting to eat mentioned, passing out

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“fuck, beautiful, what’d i do to deserve this sight?” thanos asks teasingly with that dumb flirty smirk on his face.

you don’t have the energy to roll your eyes like you usually do. for the first time in a while you’re nervous about getting a tattoo. you’ve wanted a rib tattoo since you started your tattoo pinterest board but you know how much it’s going to hurt.

it didn’t help that the last over the last couple of months, your attraction to your tattoo artist turned has into a full blown crush. 

after your first tattoo you assumed his flirty behaviour was just his way of getting consistent clients. you didn’t mind, he was pretty and it felt nice to have his attention. yet, as you had more and more sessions, his cheesy flirting seemed to get more and more sincere and it’s left you wondering if he actually likes you.

you’re sitting on his tattoo bench with your shirt taped up at your boobs. the stencil is already placed and thanos is holding the needle in his hand ready to start but you can hardly focus. the air feels hot and your clothes feel itchy and your mouth feels dry and fuck did you remember to eat today?

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by thanos turning on the needle. he gives you a wide smile and runs his free hand along your stomach. the action would normally reassure you at least a bit but it all just felt wrong today.

“ready?” he asks sweetly.

and against your better judgment you nod.

as the needle touches your skin you relax a bit. it was just a tattoo, why were you so worried? you’d done this multiple times before, you knew what it was going to feel like-

fuck.

that isn’t the normal tattoo pain. as he moves the needle across the ridges of your ribs it feels a hot knife is carving a canyon in your skin. the pain is blistering and you have to squeeze your eyes shut, trying desperately to focus on your breathing.

after almost two full minutes of this torture he pulls away to check on you. you know he’s asking if you’re okay but it sounds like he’s underwater and you can’t focus on any specific word.

your shyness feels like the main villain because you want to tell him that something is wrong. you should tell him that something is wrong. but he’s glancing up at you with that stupid smile and he’s rubbing his thumb affectionately against your skin, patiently waiting for your answer and you just don’t want him to think less of you.

it’s entirely illogical but you don’t want him to think you were pussying out because of the pain. and you don’t want to admit you were dumb enough to forget something as simple as eating. and you most definitely don’t want him to know about your feelings.

his ego doesn’t need that.

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay,” you finally say and offer him a small smile.

it must be convincing enough because he frowns but nods and turns the needle back on.

as the needle touches your skin again you immediately start regretting every decision you’ve ever made. the smart part of your brain knows that thanos would be more than kind if you asked to stop and reschedule the appointment. unfortunately, that part of your brain is being drowned out by the part of your brain screaming at the pain.

a rhythmic thumping fills your head and darkness creeps into the edges of your vision. your chest seems to get tighter and you wonder if this is how you’re going to die before you feel nothing at all.

thanos feels your body go limp and quickly turns the needle off, “flower?!”

his hands cup your face and he starts tapping on your cheek rapidly. your eyes flutter open and you squint up at him, flinching slightly from how close he was to your face.

“fuckin’ christ, beautiful, you gave me a scare,” he says with a nervous laugh. he pushes your hair out of your face and smiles softly.

“sorry,” you say, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment as you realise what has happened. you sit up properly and offer a small anxious smile as he hands you an unopened waterbottle, “thank you.”

“what happened, love?” he asks. god why did he have to look at you with such genuine care? why was it these moments were reserved for when you were alone together? why did he have to be so pretty?

you give a pathetic shrug and look away from him as you slowly sip the water, “i don’t know… i’ve never passed out before.”

he hums in thought and rests his hand on your thigh. his thumb rubs circles on your bare skin in a familiar and comforting gesture, “have you eaten today?” 

you wince as if he had asked a deeply personal question, “i think i ate lunch.”

his eyes go comically wide and he grabs your hands to pull you closer to him, “baby! that was six hours ago you know you need to eat before getting a tat!”

your shame only grows and you squeeze your eyes shut and nod, “i know.”

he sighs dramatically and stands up. he takes off his gloves and throws them out before offering his hand to you, “come on, pretty.”

you finally look up at him with a confused expression and try to speak, “what-”

“you know for most clients i would almost prefer it if they passed out during tattoos, but i like talking to you, flower. so, i want you at full strength, let’s go get you something to eat. then if you’re up for it, we can finish your tat or we can just reschedule,” he has a cheshire cat grin and makes grabby hands at you.

you take his hands with a small smile and he pulls you up. you untape your shirt and adjust your clothes to be appropriate again. 

“we don’t have to reschedule, i don’t wanna be annoying,” you say softly.

he laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of his room, “honestly beautiful, i would almost prefer if you reschedule, it gives me an excuse to see you again soon.”

you smile and nod. the reception room is empty, everyone else had gone home for the day. but, before you two walked out of the building his arm tightens around you and he leans down to your ear.

“never pull that shit again, okay, princess? you tell me if you haven’t eaten or you're not feeling good or any other thing that feels even a little off. scared the fuck out of me seein’ you like that,” he whispers to you intensely.

you nod with wide eyes and you can feel your chest tighten nervously at both his proximity and low tone. does he even realise the effect he had on you? you hope not.

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aftercare with fwb!thanos

c/w - aftercare so mentions of sex, drug use (marijuana), friends with benefits arrangement

—

thanos’ body weight slumps against you, his cool sweaty chest snugly against yours. his nose nudges against your neck and you can hear him catching his breath. your legs are shaking slightly but you relax as his hands run along your skin.

he kisses your neck and groans quietly in your ear, “fuck, dude, you’re so sexy.”

you laugh and turn your head to face him, “you just finished fucking me and now you’re calling me dude?”

thanos smirks and uses one hand to hold himself above you. his other hand caresses your cheek, “‘cause it’s true,” he says simply, leaning down to kiss you lazily, “you are very very sexy, dude.”

you slap his arm lightly and laugh more, “shut up.”

his smile widens and he kisses you again, deeper this time but still unrushed. you moan softly and lift your head slightly to meet his lips properly.

he pulls away from you and pushes your hair out of your face. he smiles fondly at you before kissing your forehead and getting out of bed.

with more space on the bed you stretch and groan at the burning in your thigh muscles. you sit up against the headboard and try to smooth your hair out with your fingers.

two months ago you would never even consider hanging out with him alone, and being in his bed hadn’t crossed your mind. the only reason you were sort of friends with him was because of how many mutual friends you had. plus, he was always willing to share his weed or whatever other drug he was trying that week.

so when you realised you had run out of bud and your usual dealer was out of town, you knew it would be easier to tolerate thanos for a couple of hours rather than try and convince a new dealer to sell to you.

you didn’t even have his number, but after asking your friend for it, you texted him and explained the problem. you asked if you could buy a few grams off him and he was eager to invite you over.

your plan was to just give him the money, get the weed and be on your merry way. but he asked you to come in, asked if you would join him for a couple cones before leaving. it wasn’t in your plan to be half naked on his couch, moaning loudly while his face was buried in between your thighs but it just seemed to be how the night was destined to go.

he didn’t make you pay for the weed and he didn't ask for anything in return. he just gave you a small baggie of weed and one of the best orgasms of your life, then kissed you on the cheek and sent you on your way.

but now two months have passed and it’s impossible to say you don’t plan this anymore. you like him, way more than you ever thought you would. he’s a great fuck buddy and a surprisingly good friend. he’s different when you were alone together in his apartment but even when you hang out with all your friends you don’t find him as annoying as you used to.

thanos wanders back in the room, wearing boxers and carrying a few things. he kneels on the bed next to you and grins, “miss me, baby?”

“what happened to ‘dude’?” you ask playfully.

he shrugs and uses some tissues to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs, “you could be my baby dude,” he throws the soiled tissues on the nightstand carelessly and hands you one of his oversized tshirts, “or my dude baby.”

you scrunch your nose up and slip the shirt on, “no, thanks.”

“aw, c’mon toots. you usually love my nicknames.”

“toots isn’t great either.”

he smirks and leans in close to you, cupping your cheek in his hand, “don’t worry i know what you like to be called,” he teases, kissing along your neck, “my pretty girl.”

your thighs clench ever so slightly reminding you of the burn radiating through them. you groan softly and pout up at him, “thanos.”

“i’m sorry,” he grins and pulls away from you, pecking your lips as he does, “i’ll stop.”

you roll your eyes and sit up a bit more, “you’re mean.”

he moves to be sitting against the headboard next to you. he grabs a joint from the nightstand and lights it up. he blows the smoke out languidly, “you love it though.”

you huff and snatch the joint from him for yourself. he just laughs and throws an arm around you, manhandling you so you are resting against him. he grabs the remote and puts a cartoon on as background noise. 

you feel your body relax as you exhale and hand the joint back to him. you pull the blanket over both of you and snuggle into him. it’s peaceful like this. slow and sluggish in a way that makes you feel safe.

“now you’re being friendly,” he teases.

“shut up,” you whine.

“i love seeing you like this.”

“are you capable of being quiet?”

“still being mean to me but i know you love me.”

“says who.”

“well i don’t see you cuddling up to many people,” he says smugly and passes you the joint, “and you don’t like sharing joints.”

“well you’re the only person who has joint etiquette.”

“use all the excuses you want, princess, doesn’t change the facts.”

“you’re annoying. that’s a fact.”

“you didn’t have an excuse for the cuddling though. interesting.”

you stay silent for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. “you’re just comfy is all.”

“comfy?”

“yeah.”

he laughs and kisses your head. he pulls you impossibly closer to him, “that almost sounds like a compliment.”

you hum contently as he pulls you into an even comfier position. you take a long drag of the joint and give it back to him. “well. you’re not all bad.”

his smile grows wide and gasps dramatically, “well that is very high praise from you, baby.”

“yes, you should be very thankful.”

“i am.”

“good.”

it’s quiet for a few moments. thanos finishes the joint and discards the butt on the nightstand. his hands run along your skin, occasionally squeezing and pinching softly. it’s as if you are his own personal stress toy but you enjoy it, it’s comforting.

“stay the night?” he whispers, his hands stilling for a moment, “please.”

your body tenses up slightly at his request. even though you have done whatever this is over a dozen times now you haven’t stayed the night. you usually just share a couple smokes with him before ubering home.

but something about how soft this all is, how relaxed and peaceful he manages to make you feel has you nodding. you swear you can feel him relax even more as you nod and he kisses your forehead.

“good. i like having you here, princess,” he says with a grin, “you should stay forever.”

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is the name of myung-gi’s tattoo parlor a just reference to mi-na (player 196) or is she actually involved in some way?? :0

that was actually just a coincidence but now you are giving me ideas...

i was already writing headcanons about thanos' shop in general but now i think i should add lore for myung-gi's as well

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UMMM OKAY WHATS THE MYUNG-GI AND THANOS BEEF??

im sorry to any myung-gi stans out there but he's my least favourite character :(

if people are interested though i might include him more in the tattooartist!thanos series (how they know each other, why they hate each other, how he interacts with r) but he would be an antagonistic character so please send your thoughts and opinions!!!!

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we need more thanos from you!! loveeee the way you write him 🤏💜 not a request but just appreciative hehe!!

thank you so much lovely!! i have about 3 wips for him at the moment and im determined to finish at least one of them today so there is def more coming!! <3

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now i need tattooartist!thanos reacting to you getting a tattoo from someone he doesn’t like.. maybe player 333 or something

c/w - nothing really, fluff and tattoos

a/n - please please please send me requests for thanos and nam-gyu!! especially tattooartist!thanos!!!!!

tattooartist!thanos headcanons

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“there’s my flower!” thanos yells out as he emerges from the back of the tattoo parlour. he throws his arms around you in a tight hug, swinging you from side to side.

you roll your eyes and smile, returning his hug, “hi thanos,” you say softly.

he pulls away from you but keeps his hands on your shoulders. “i haven’t seen you in forever!” he exclaims dramatically while rubbing his thumbs against your shoulders.

“it hasn’t even been two months,” you say, laughing a little.

“much too long,” he says with a grin. he lets go of you only to grab your wrist to drag you into his room.

this will be your fourth tattoo with him, so you know the routine. you sit down on the tattoo bench and take off your jacket while thanos sits on his rolling stool. he fiddles with a few things before he rolls in front of you and smiles up at you.

“so, gorgeous, left inner forearm, yeah?” he asks and looks at your arms.

“yeah, sort of in the middle but closer to my wrist,” you reply but thanos stays quiet. instead of grabbing your left arm and looking at the spot like he normally would, he holds your right arm. his thumb gently runs along the small tattoo that is inside your elbow crease.

it wasn’t there last time you saw him.

you got it about a month ago when you were at a friend's bachelorette party. it was early in the night when you were all just a little bit buzzed and decided to change what bar you were at. along the way you passed an almost empty tattoo shop that had a promotion going on, you would get a discount if two people got tattoos around the same size

your friend asked you to get a tattoo with her so the promotion would apply and you didn’t think much of it. but apparently thanos did.

“this is new,” he says quietly, his voice lacking its usual playful tone.

“yeah,” you say, not really understanding his shift in demeanour. sure you used him more than any other artist but it wasn’t like you had never gotten a tattoo from someone else before. this was just the first new one from a different artist since you started using thanos.

“i wish you would've gotten it from me,” he grumbles.

you have to hold back a laugh at the small pout that formed on his face, “i’m sorry it was an impulse decision and we were nowhere near here,” you say softly.

he pouts even more and looks closely at the tattoo, “where’d you get it? why’d you get it? who did it? was it done safely?” he asks rapidly.

you can’t hold back your laughs this time, “it was safe, don’t worry, i’m not dumb,” you giggle slightly, “my friend asked me to get one with her. it was some place downtown, bumblebee or something?”

his eyes widen and his grip on your arm tightens, “honeybee?”

“yeah that was it,” you say cautiously.

he groans dramatically and gets closer to you, “please tell me you didn’t get tattooed by myung-gi.”

you try not to smile at his theatrics, “that was him.”

he quickly spins on his stool away from you. you’re left sitting there confused as he grabs some aftercare cream and carefully applies it to the tattoo (which, of course, you had already been doing).

“what are you-” you start but he cuts you off.

“stupid asshole, he never knows how to treat a girl right,” he mutters. you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself, “breaks my heart thinking of you sitting there all pretty for him while he gets to touch you.”

you smile at his protectiveness. you thought his clinginess was for everybody but this felt even more personal than usual. the way he was rubbing the cream into your arm as gently as possible, studying the tattoo like looking at it would tell him a secret you were holding back, it all felt so intimate.

“thanos,” you say gently and he looks up at you. his expression softens but he doesn’t smile he usually does whenever his eyes are on you.

he stands up suddenly and grabs your cheeks in one hand, squishing them together. he brings your face close to his and stares into your eyes with a deadly seriousness you didn’t think he was capable of. 

“never get a tattoo from him again.” he says firmly before scoffing slightly, “actually i’d like it if you never got tattoos from anyone except me ever again, but particularly him.”

you're surprised by his intensity and you nod, “okay, thanos. i’ll only get tattoos from you for now on. i promise.”

he let’s go of your cheeks and holds out one of his pinky fingers, “pinky promise?”

you laugh and link your pinky with his, “pinky promise.”

a wide grin spreads across his face and he kisses you cheek, “good. you’re my favourite, baby, i can’t have you cheating on me,” he ruffles your hair affectionately and walk away to where he keeps his stencil paper, “now how big did you want this one?”

you were grateful he didn't touch your cheeks again because you were sure they were burning after the kiss. butterflies were making a home in your stomach and you couldn't even register his question properly, “hmm?”

“how big, princess?” he asks, turning to you with a cheeky grin.

“oh, um, six centimetres long and four centimetres tall,” you say and offer him a small smile in return.

he prints the first stencil and sits in front of you once again, “don't worry, beautiful, i'll treat you so much better you'll forget all about that little rat.”

as he places the stencil on you can't help the way your heart speeds up slightly. especially when he offers his hand to help you stand up.

you take his hand and stand in front of the mirror. he stands behind you and hums as he inspects the blue ink on your skin, “what do you think, lovely?”

it looked great, as usual. you’ve only needed him to move a stencil once before. it was like he instinctively knew what you wanted before you had even worked it out for yourself.

“it’s perfect,” you say softly. for a fleeting second you think about myung-gi. how he had to redo the stencil six times because he wasn't listening to you and how annoyed he acted everytime you asked for it to move.

thanos wraps his arms around your waist and smiles. he kisses your temple, “only the best for my prettiest customer.”

you didn’t need any other artists when you had him.

—

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perv!ghostface!thangyu x naive!reader

headcanons for pervy ghostface nam-gyu and thanos x reader

c/w - DARK!! NONCON/DUBCON!!! innocence kink, corruption kink, (m) masturbation, just dark gross shit in general, based on the first scream movie, fem!reader, murder (nothing explicit but it's ghostface)

a/n - i’ll probably make another part to this, so please send me asks with any more ideas to this concept, idk if i’ll do more headcanons or an actual fic for this

your mum had an affair with nam-gyu’s dad, causing nam-gyu’s mum to abandon their family

so of course nam-gyu did the only logical thing - murdering your mother

with the help of his best friend thanos

after the death of your mum, your dad made you both move away to live with other family for a few months to help with the grief

but eventually you went back

nam-gyu found out and was furious, your whole family should be suffering 

he started stalking you, again with thanos’ help

but the more they watched you, the less they hated you

you just seemed so… dumb and pathetic

maybe they should keep you instead

nam-gyu has a corruption kink 

he wants to torment you and make you as depraved as him

thanos on the other hand has an innocence kink 

he wants to keep you innocent so he can act gross around you without you knowing anything is wrong

they quickly learn everything about you

it’s almost as if you wanted them to stalk you with your public social media accounts and predictable schedule 

of course they aren’t happy to just sit back and watch you

it doesn’t take long before they get closer

they don’t reveal themselves yet though, you’re not ready for that

nam-gyu calls you from a hidden number, striking up a conversation and speaking sweetly to you

he wasn't going to threaten you, not yet at least, they wanted to take their time playing with you

makes up a bullshit story about getting your number from one of your friends

of course you have no idea that he's outside your living room window, watching you as you talk to him

while nam-gyu keeps his eyes on you, thanos breaks into your bedroom

thanos snoops through your room, smelling your perfumes, pocketing a few pairs of panties from your dirty clothes hamper

he gets giddy with excitement when he finds your sex toys, takes photos of them to show nam-gyu

thanos sits on your bed to jerk off

he opens a folder of photos he had taken while following you around

he cums to the thought of you being just down the hall from him, completely oblivious to what's happening

he probably cums on one of the many stuffed animals on your bed

also probably spreads it onto multiple of them and rubs it in so you’ll be less likely to notice

nam-gyu is palming his cock as he watches you

he knows enough about you by now to know how to get you to ramble on about one of your interests

nam-gyu couldn't care less about what you were talking about, he just liked hearing your voice and watching you

he slips one hand down his pants and strokes himself as you chatter away

eventually he makes himself cum, moaning and whining into the receiver 

he doesn’t care that you can hear him

he doesn’t care that you are almost panicking while asking him what’s wrong

he just hangs up on you and sends you a picture of his dick in his hand, covered in cum

you freak out when you get the photo, eyes widening in disgust before throwing your phone onto the couch away from you

nam-gyu cock twitches at the sight and he laughs slightly

thanos sneaks out of your room again and joins up with his friend

they leave together, telling each other in detail about what they both saw and did

but not before sending you one last message 

see you soon sweetheart, won’t be long now ♡

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tattoo artist thanos

thoughts on being tattooartist!thanos' favourite client

tattooartist!thanos would call you a hundred different cute nicknames every time you see him

also very very touchy and affectionate 

“pretty girl!” he calls out happily as he walks into the reception room. 

you giggle as he wraps his arms around you in a tight, aggressive but loving hug.

tattooartist!thanos would drag you quickly into his room, wanting you all to himself

the session would be much longer than necessary because you always yap to each other for ages before any actual tattooing starts

he would take any excuse to touch you

putting the stencil on? he has to grope the spot, just to make sure everything is okay

checking the stencil in the mirror? he is pressed against you, fingers tracing around the stencil and murmuring his thoughts in your ear

“didn’t think you could get any prettier, baby, but this,” he sucks in a small breath and squeezes your hips rhythmically to help him focus, “think just a little to the left, yeah?”

despite his usual energy, tattooartist!thanos would be very focused and calm when actually tattooing you

he would still talk to you, but his eyes would be glued to the piece of skin that was getting inked

everytime he pulled away to wipe the skin he’d look at you and smile

he gets overworried when hes tattooing you specifically

most clients would get a few check ins during a session but he’d ask you every five minutes

despite knowing that you had done this before and would tell him if you needed a break

“you doing okay, flower?” he says softly, pulling away from your soft skin to fully focus on your expression.

you roll your eyes playfully, “yes, you asked me less than two minutes ago.”

“just want to make sure you’re okay, wouldn’t want you lying to me to impress me,” he says with a cheeky smile.

after he’s done, tattooartist!thanos would offer you a drink and a snack

he wouldn’t tell you but they were ones he personally brought in just for you

before wrapping the tattoo up he would (with permission) show you and the ink off to the other workers

always gives you aftercare cream for free and reminds you of the rules even if it was your 10th tattoo with him

would kiss you on the cheek or forehead before you leave, squish your cheeks and ask about your next design and when he could see you next

would be so possessive and would take high offence if you ever got a tattoo from another artist 

he just loves how pretty you are, and considers it a privilege to add his work onto your skin <3

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smoking with thanos blurb

c/w - fluff, marijuana use

a/n - i haven't written in months but i am obsessed with thanos so i actually managed to write a small drabble

—

thanos slammed the door shut as he entered your apartment. you watched in amusement as he threw his keys down and struggled to untie his shoes.

“i thought you were going out tonight?” you mused as you paused the show you were watching.

he huffed dramatically and slumped next to you on the couch, “nah, everyone was annoying me. decided i’d rather see you.”

you smiled and stretched your legs over his lap, “how charming. i’m your backup choice.”

he rolled his eyes and squeezed your calf, “you know i didn’t mean it like that.”

you laughed softly and grabbed the bong off your coffee table, “do you want to smoke?”

he nodded so you packed a cone for him and offered him a lighter. he accepted them gratefully and visibly relaxed as he smoked. he placed the bong down and dropped the lighter on his lap.

you raised your eyebrows and looked him up and down, “do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“no,” he responded quickly. typical.

“okay.” you didn’t press the issue. thanos admitting something was wrong would be a miracle in itself, let alone having him actually open up to you.

but he did, in his own way. when he was alone with you he was a completely different person. he was slower, calmer in a way that no one else knew he could be. it was all the vulnerability he could offer but you didn’t mind.

thanos was uncharacteristically quiet. his leg bouncing rapidly and his blunt nails raking along your calf told you more than enough though. you fished a vape out of your hoodie pocket and tossed it at him. he smiled in response.

you unpaused your show and packed a cone for yourself but your attention stayed on him.

he passed you the lighter and observed you closely as you smoked. you held the smoke in your lungs as you passed the bong to him. he drummed his fingers against the bong and kept his focus on you as you exhaled.

you stayed in that routine for a while, passing the bong back and forth between you both. time seemed to slow down in your apartment, the only sounds came from sitcom playing quietly on the tv and the occasionally bubbling water. you both take your time, smoking slowly and enjoying the serenity.

eventually, thanos placed the bong back on the coffee table. his fidgets had almost completely stopped, settling down to just tracing his fingertips along your calf. 

you looked at him and offered a small smile. 

before you could react, he moved so he was laying down on top of you, his head resting on your chest and his arms tight around your waist.

you huffed out a small laugh and wrapped your own arms around him in response.

“still don’t wanna talk?”

he sighed and muttered something you couldn’t understand.

“hmm?”

“this show is shit,” he grumbled, pouting childishly and shutting his eyes.

you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair, “funnily enough i’m not watching it to impress you.”

he gave no response but his arms tightened around you.

you ran your thumb along his cheekbone and hummed, “do you want to stay the night?”

he nodded again, “as long as we can stop watching this.”

you laughed softly and poked his cheek, ”you could have told me earlier.”

“didn’t feel like talking before,” he rested his chin on your chest and opened his eyes to look at you.

you brushed the hair away from his forehead gently, “glad you feel like talking now. i was missing your voice."

he smiled softly, “talking feels easier around you.”

“i think that’s the weed,” you giggled slightly.

to your surprise he didn’t laugh with you. he kept the same soft smile and shook his head slightly.

“no. it’s definitely you.”

—

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nothing

c.w. - drug use (marijuana), implied fem reader, fluff, idiots in love, pining

a/n - this is just two short blurbs inspired by the song 'nothing' by bruno majors, this is the same remus and r as the look after each other verse (if you wanna check them out look here)

—

remus was wearing grey sweatpants and a faded graphic tshirt. you were wearing a star wars hoodie and fluffy pyjama shorts. 

you both had mugs full of red wine on the coffee table in front of you. your mug was an care bears mug and remus had a jurassic park one.

the end credits of scooby doo were rolling on the screen. matching pairs of worn doc martens were in a pile by the door and phones were discarded face down on the table.

remus stretched lazily, causing his shirt to ride up and you to get a lovely view of his pretty happy trail disappearing behind his low hanging sweatpants, “wanna play a game now, bunny,” he asked with a slight yawn.

“only if you’re ready to lose,” you said with a cheeky smile.

remus set up mario kart and sat next you on the couch. you sat criss cross applesauce, you socked foot and bare knee touching his leg. he handed you your controller, one half pastel pink and the other half pastel yellow. his were pastel purple and pastel green.

you loaded up the game, you were always player one. you selected your usual character and kart combo, while remus selected his usual character, dry bones.

you played the egg cup, you came first on every course. you were laser focused, leaning towards the screen, the controller clutched tightly in your grip.

you never noticed the way remus would stare at you with an affectionate smile, adoring your concentrated expression. 

whenever he played against james or sirius he effortlessly beat them everytime, rejoicing in watching them lose, he usually hated losing but he didn’t mind it so much when he got to watch you win.

it was worth it to see you smile.

—

one of remus’ favourite spots to sit was on his fire escape. he had his set up like a proper stoner with an ash trays and pillows to rest on. on those rare nights without rain you would usually find him out there, the window open as some old music pours out from inside.

and more often than not you would join him.

you'd sit shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stars and humming along to the music, chattering aimlessly.

“do you think aliens are real?” you asked softly.

“more than likely, but i don't think we'll ever have confirmation,” remus replied.

you'd hum softly and bring the pink bong up to your lips for another hit. as you exhale the smoke your eyes flutter shut and you would lean your head back.

“i think you might be an alien,” you would say sweetly, not taking your eyes off the stars.

remus raised his eyebrows, “oh yeah? whys that bunny?”

you giggled softly, the green coursing through your veins made your thoughts slower and heavier, “because you're like, so perfect for me.”

remus chuckled, “that makes me an alien?”

“yeah because scooby doo, y'know?”

“i'm afraid you've lost me, love.”

“theres this scooby doo movie called alien invasion and shaggy and scooby meet this girl and her dog and they are just so perfect for them but then it turns out they're aliens and they can't be together.” you explained with a small pout, “sometimes i worry that the real reason you're so perfect for me is cause you're an alien about to leave me.”

remus smiled affectionately and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gently moving you to rest on his chest, “you got nothin’ to worry about sweet girl, i promise i’m not an alien,” he kissed the crown of your head gently, “and even if i was, i wouldn't want to leave you.”

you hummed and put down the bong, intertwining your fingers with his, “you promise you'd tell me if you were an alien?”

“pinky promise, bunny,” he brought your linked hands up to kiss softly.

you stared at the stars together silently for a few beats, the only sounds being the traffic below and the bowie record playing inside.

“have i told you lately i’m grateful you're mine?” remus whispered softly.

you blushed and giggled, “shut up,” you said playfully, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

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