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countyourfreckleslikestars · 1 day ago

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So your threes a crowd fic was HOT 🤭 thanks for blessing my feed with that lol. Could you do a Dom reader x Thanos one shot???

Behave Baby

Warnings: lil bit of dry jumping, dom!reader, needy!sub!Thanos, unprotected piv, riding, degration (slut and just reader being kinda mean) i think that’s it, not rll proofread

Pairing(s): Afab!reader x Thanos

Inspired by: OMFG I BEEN WANTING A REQUEST LIKE THISSS

It was supposed to be a regular night, just sitting on the couch, watching a movie.

But of course, his horny ass couldn’t just be normal.

It started slow.

His hand on your thigh. Thumb stroking circles like he thought he was being subtle.

But then he started breathing on your neck—hot and needy—and you could feel him.

Hard. Pressed against your ass like he was trying to fuck you through his sweatpants.

You shifted slightly, adjusting your leg, and that alone made him gasp like he was in pain.

Pathetic.

You let it go for a few more minutes. Let him squirm. Let him suffer.

But when he let out a choked little whine and grinded into you without shame?

You muted the TV and turned to face him slowly.

“…Seriously?”

He froze. Caught red-handed with his hand halfway under your shirt and a guilty look on his face.

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up.”

His mouth snapped shut.

You tilted your head, watching him. God, he looked ruined already. Eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted. The outline of his cock was shamelessly visible in his sweatpants, twitching against the fabric. He looked like a dog begging for a treat.

“Do you even realize how fucking needy you are?” you asked, your voice low, calm. Dangerous.

He whimpered.

“I just— I need you so bad,” he whispered. “Please…”

You grabbed him by the jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to make him flinch.

“Then beg for it properly.”

Su-Bong immediately dropped to his knees on the floor in front of you like it was instinct.

“I want you. Please, just—fuck, I can’t take it,” he gasped, already palming himself. “Let me taste you. Let me do anything. I’ll be good.”

You leaned forward slightly on the couch, legs spread just enough for him to see the shift in power fully.

“You’ll be good, huh?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes. I’ll do anything. Just use me, please—”

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back until he was looking straight up at you. His lips were trembling.

“If you’re gonna act like a desperate little toy,” you said, voice cold and sharp, “then I’m gonna treat you like one. No cumming unless I say so.”

“Yes—yes, please—anything.”

“Strip.”

He fumbled with his clothes like his hands didn’t work. You watched, arms crossed, while he peeled off his shirt, then his sweats, cock already leaking and flushed deep red. It slapped against his stomach and you actually laughed.

“Pathetic,” you said. “Humping me like a dog, and now you’re dripping just from being told what to do?”

He moaned like it turned him on even more.

You leaned back, spreading your legs wider on the couch.

“Crawl to me.”

He dropped onto his hands and knees, dragging himself between your legs, eyes locked on you like he was starving. When he reached you, he looked up with the most pitiful expression you’d ever seen.

“What do you want, baby?” you asked mockingly.

“You. Your hands. Your thighs. Your—your pussy, your anything—please, let me taste you, please you, anything you want.”

You grabbed his face again, rougher this time, and guided him between your thighs.

“Then earn it. Mouth only. Make me cum, or you’re not touching your dick for the rest of the night.”

“Yes—yes, fuck, thank you—”

And then his mouth was on you.

He started slow, tongue flattening and dragging, savoring it like he didn’t want to miss a single drop. His hands gripped your thighs tight, holding himself in place like he was scared you’d take it away.

But you didn’t make it easy for him.

You tugged his hair, controlled his rhythm, rocked your hips forward until you were smothering him. His moans were filthy, muffled under you, and when you looked down, his eyes were rolling back like he was high off it.

“So good at this,” you purred. “You like being used, don’t you?”

He nodded into you, tongue working faster, more desperate.

“Good boy,” you whispered, just to watch his whole body shudder.

When you finally came, grinding down hard and pulling his face tight against you, he whimpered like it was his orgasm.

You pushed him back by the forehead once you were done, and he sat there, dazed, lips shiny and red, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“Did I do good?” he asked, voice cracking.

You smirked.

“Get on the couch. On your back.”

He obeyed instantly, laying out across the cushions, cock flushed and leaking like a faucet.

You straddled him, but didn’t let him inside. Just lined yourself up and ground your hips against his cock, rubbing your folds over him, slow and torturous.

He sobbed.

“Please—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

“No, you’re not.”

You gripped his throat.

“You’ll take it. You’ll lay here and take it until I say you can cum. Understood?”

He nodded, crying now. “Yes—yes, please, anything, I’ll be good—”

You kept grinding. Faster. Harder. Using him like a toy. Watching his face twist with every second of denied pleasure.

His cock twitched violently under you, dangerously close.

“I said hold it.”

“I—I’m trying—fuck—”

You leaned down, lips against his ear.

“If you cum before I say so,” you whispered, “I’m walking out and you’re not getting touched for a week.”

He screamed.

But he held it.

Barely.

By the time you finally let him inside, he was shaking, breath hitching, sweat dripping down his chest.

You didn’t ease him into it.

You rode him hard. Fast. With intent. Like he was nothing more than a cock to sit on. And he loved it. His hands gripped your thighs like lifelines, his mouth open in a silent moan.

“Thank you—thank you—thank you,” he kept chanting like a prayer.

You pressed a hand to his chest and forced him down harder, riding him until he was barely functioning.

Then you stopped. Right at the edge.

His eyes flew open, wild with panic.

“Why’d you—?”

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I?”

Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes.

“Please… please, I need it. I’ll do anything. Please, just let me cum.”

You smirked.

“Then beg like you mean it.”

“I—fuck—I’m yours. I’m nothing but yours. I’ll get on my knees every night. I’ll eat you out for hours. I’ll let you use me however you want. I don’t care if I cum or not, just—please, please, please—”

That was enough.

You slammed down on him again, gripping his jaw.

“Cum. Now.”

He screamed, back arching off the couch as he finally, finally came—long and hard, body trembling like he’d been holding it in for days.

You kept riding him through it until he went limp under you, twitching with aftershocks, brain completely gone.

You leaned over him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Good boy,” you whispered. “Maybe next time I’ll let you have another round.”

He whimpered.

“…Fuck.”

Authors not: YES YES YESSS I ATE THIS DOWNNN (not to toot my own horn) but hope yall had a great day, request some more so I have a reason to write 😞

Love ya, Moon

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@amoristt @loudylena456 @infinetlyforgotten @mirahyun @inotaku-talkz @sxmmerchxld @multifandomgirllol @gizaspicebag @truefandemonium @d-dilemma @lovestruck-sky

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nuyhado3o · 5 months ago

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Thanos squad as breakfast club characters

Genre: crackfic??, headcannons

Warnings: none, I don't think

Masterlist

Thanos

Is it a question?

He's obviously John

They're both just as wreckless

They're both hot asf too

Much like thanos John tests people and tries to see how far he can go while getting away with something

Beneath their 'bad boy' exterior they're both vulnerable and desperate to prove themselves

They're both kinda the 'dominant' part of the team

Nam-gyu

It's debatable but he's Andrew in my eyes

They're both a bit more moral

Much like Andrew, gyu struggles with being torn between loyalty to his group and his own sense of right and wrong

Homoerotic relationship with the leader....Whoops who said that!

Se-mi

Predictably she is Allison

They both act kinda nonchalant or atleast more on the quieter side

When really they have their insecurities

Both of them play mind games, thriving on the fact that people don't know their next move

Scared of trust

They know that their 'friend group' isn't forever and I completely transactional

Min-su

As....Brian!!!

Don't we love them both

I think this was obvious

They both second guess each other, they're quieter

Convinced he's just there for the sake of being there, they don't feel like they belong

Observing, he finds cracks in the groups bumpy finish before anyone else

Goody two shoes, morally advanced, they know they won't be able to go much longer in this cutthroat enviorment

Gyeong-su

Oh he's claire

My sweet claire

He has an idealistic view of this whole situation

He's sure they could survive in teamwork??

Like Claire, he starts off trusting and optimistic

Believing in people, kinda dumb dude they're strangers

Eventually that is shattered, he is left as a tragic outlier

A/n: woah....you're getting fed....2 FICS IN ONE DAY??? AMAZING!!! no but fr this came to me randomly hope u enjoy

#PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD REQUEST #recs open btw #please #i need recs #nuyhado3o #squid game x reader #thanos squad #squid game #kdrama

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wowowokay · 5 months ago

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Another fic rec!!

You’re Gonna Go Far - Crankycake

Okay so really good fic I’m not even finished with it yet but I’ve loved it so far but it’s basically a Peter in Gotham fic but also where he is Dick Grayson bio son AND I’m not gonna spoil BUT there is also a alternate version of uncle Ben in Gotham which I haven’t seen that done before especially with this character and I’ve loved it so far!!

Words: 83,877 Chapters: 11/?

Note: okay that’s all for now!! Sorry it’s not a lot and I know I don’t like recommending unfinished fics but the only reason(s) I’m breaking that rule is cause 1. It’s a really good fic 2. The author is pretty consistent with updating like they literally started this fic in September and they have 11 parts out so far 3. It’s over 80,000 words so it’s a longer read which I personally love! Anyways I took two melatonin like half an hour ago and I’m about to fall asleep so sorry if some of this is just horrible grammar and English wise yet again I don’t care that much cause English is a bitch anyways I hope you have an amazing day/night and enjoy!!!

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slushnubwrites · 6 months ago

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Please follow my wp slushnubwrites i’ll probably be starting and publishing a Hwang Jun-ho/The policeman squidgame fic!! 😛

(I’ ve also recently published a Kang Dae-ho/Player 388 fic on my wp)

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ryukisgod · 8 months ago

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#memes #agatha x rio #thanos #agatha all along memes #april ludgate #parks and rec #aubrey plaza #meme #kathryn hahn #agatha all along #it was a toss up between Chris Pratt and thanos for that top right square #gay

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sarcosmiiic · 3 months ago

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hmmmmmm do i read hilson fics or do i read thangyu fics............. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................................... decisions decisions...............................................................

#if anyone has any recs send em my way #probably gonna read some shorter (under 10k) stuff atm but ill def take a look at longer ones #hilson #house #house x wilson #squid games #squid game #thangyu #thanos x nam gyu #yippee

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could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler · 6 months ago

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HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF FRIDAY NIGHT PUNCHGROUND

BATTLE ROYALE TO DETERMINE THE #1 CONTENDER FOR THE ABW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP

Previously, current champion Miles Morales (Spider-Verse) successfully defended his championship against Afro Samurai (Afro Samurai). Without a challenger, a battle royale was scheduled to determine who will be the #1 contender.

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fic-recs-by-lulu · 23 days ago

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Title: a path sweeter than death

Author: liesel_fogel

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers, Thor

Rating: Not Rated

Category: Gen

Content Warnings: Torture (Past)

Word Count: 8,742

Summary/Excerpt:

“The hell?” Tony says. “Thor, do your people normally turn blue? Thor?”

Thor is frozen in place, his former expression of brotherly concern gone, replaced with horror.

“You would-” Loki slurs, and his grin is horrible, red and desperate and painful. His body is still seizing but he’s laughing silently, a dreadful clicking noise coming from the back of his throat even as blood trickles down his chin. “You would- call this- brother?”

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Loki, gravely injured, turns blue after being pummeled by the Hulk. Unfortunately, Odin has neglected to tell Thor the truth behind Loki's birth. This causes more problems than you'd think.

#fic rec #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu #the avengers #thor movies #Rating: Not Rated #category: gen #Word Count: >5K #cw: torture #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor odinson #natasha romanov #steve rogers #tony stark #bruce banner #clint barton #thanos

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midnight--sadness · 3 months ago

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Bestie 🥹 i am delighted to tell you about this cute short fic where our boy choi thanos subong finally gets to see kendrick hyung sunbaemin in a concert! Featuring appa inho 🫶

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64298767

kendrick hyung sunbaenim still gets me 😭😭😭😭😭

and omg thank you for the rec!!!! literally saw the tag that gihun was his mom so i know it's gonna be good 💖

#asks #yapping 4ever #squid game #seong gi-hun #hwang in-ho #inhun #457 #ginho #thanos (squid game)#choi su-bong #fic recs

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breakmeoffrecs · 3 months ago

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SPICY RECS🔥🔥🔥

*Noted with some of my favs included.

BIGBANG

TOP & THANOS (*Tease & Tonic, *Chase You, Eternity Loop) - @nerdydoll-com

TOP & Thanos - @berfgrimm

GD & TOP - @angel-writes-here

GD & TOP (*Play With Fire, *Southbound) - @gds-daisy

Cross My Heart & First Time (TOP and Jiyong) - @lovesiren

TOP & GD (few pieces) - @bettelaboure

TOP & Thanos (*Last Dance, *Greenlight) - @wcnderlnds

GD (*Dang, She That Good) - @makeitworse

TOP (*How it All Began) - @infinetlyforgotten

GD & TOP (Old) - @loveandturmoil87

BigBang (old smut) - @taegdcl1018

SQUID GAME

Thanos (so many, too many to list) - @luvfae

Salesman (*Your Girl) - @dyingswanpavlova

Salesman (*BF's Dad) - @moonlitsmile

Cumpounding Debt (*Salesman) - @i-mushi

Dirty Headcanons - @fear-is-truth

Smutty Squid Games - @dollivication

Thanos (*Sweet n Sour) - @makeitworse

Salesman & In-Ho - @greengoblinswifey

Thanos (Smut & PLinks) - @luvsthanos

JACKSON WANG

Jackson Series (*Let's Put the End in Friends series) - @tangerineastronaut

Jackson (*Dopamine) - @pars-ley

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan & Han (*ESCAPE series, *No Boundaries, *Traffic Jam) - @leriexoxo

Bang Chan & Others (*REMEDY, *Order for Daddy, *Miss Possessive) - @skzophreniic

Bang Chan & Han (*Dance Practice Workout, *Stress Relief) - @angel-writes-skz-here

OT8, Individuals, Hyung/Maknae Lines (**Stray Temptations - *8:30 Chan) - @bbokicidal

Hyunjin, Chan, Han (**500 Followers Event - *Skittles) - @hyunjincanraptoo

SKZ OT8 & Individuals - @seungisms

OTHER

Taehyung (*Mirror sex) - @edytae

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bangchanwifey · 6 months ago

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i’m soooo obsessed with this

Can you write type of guy headcanons for thanos (230) please? thx <33

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition) nsfw

English

Korean

Thanos / Player 230

—THANOS IS THE KIND OF GUY who’d shamelessly flirt with you, his words dripping with confidence and charm. He’d slip in Spanish pet names like "señorita" so naturally, it was as if he were born to sweep you off your feet.

There was one day when he suddenly dropped to his knees, a smirk dancing on his lips as he grabbed your hand gently. "I might just start my own religion, because of how often I find myself on my knees for you." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks at the boldness of his actions.

He’d also call you every sweet name in the book—"baby," "angel," "princess," "beautiful"—each one rolling off his tongue with effortless confidence. And if that weren’t enough, he’d take it a step further, rapping his feelings for you in a way that was both cheesy and undeniably endearing.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d have a slow-burn romance without even realizing it. At first, it’s nothing more than casual interactions, small moments here and there. He doesn’t notice the shift—how his thoughts linger on you longer than they should, how he starts to care just a little bit more. It’s gradual, almost imperceptible, until one random moment hits him. Like it would suddenly click that he likes you. And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you ignored him. Your cold shoulder, your silence—it didn’t faze him. If anything, it only fueled his determination. He’d chase after you relentlessly, his confidence unwavering, his charm impossible to ignore, until you had no choice but to face him.

He spotted you weaving through the crowd, your determined strides screaming leave me alone. Naturally, that only made his grin wider. He adjusted his jacket, his confidence as unshakable as ever, and started after you.

"Señorita!" he called out, you didn’t even glance back at him, but when he saw your pace quicken, it only fueled his determination. He caught up easily, walking alongside you like he belonged there.

"Ah, playing hard to get? I like that," he teased, tilting his head to glance at you with that infuriatingly smug smile. "But you know, you make it way too easy for me to chase you baby. You’re irresistible."

You rolled your eyes and turned sharply, hoping to lose him in the crowd. But the next corner you turned, there he was—leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting there all along.

"Miss me already?" he teased with a smirk, his body blocking your path. "You can run, but you can't hide princess. Not from me."

You tried to sidestep him, but before you could get far, he placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, breaking my heart like that? Really?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief. "Just stop, I can’t stand you."

With a smirk that practically oozed confidence, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing yet bold. "Then just sit on my face."

"W-what!?" You froze, eyes wide with shock, your heart pounding. "Just fuck off!" you snapped, brushing past him quickly, your face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

He chuckled, watching you retreat with that same infuriating smirk. But you knew, as much as you tried to get away, he wouldn’t stop. He was persistent, and no matter how many times you brushed him off, he’d keep following, keep bothering you.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t tolerate some random guy flirting with you. If he saw it happening, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. He’d interrupt the conversation, push the guy back with a forceful shove, and growl, "Back off man! Who the fuck do you think you are hitting on my girl!?" (Yeah even tho you're not his yet)

If the guy was making you laugh or smile, he’d simmer in silence, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Once the guy was alone, he’d track him down, corner him, and with a dangerous edge to his voice, he’d lean in, his eyes burning with fury.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/n. Got it?" He said, his fist landing a brutal punch to the guy’s stomach, leaving him crumpled on the floor. "She’s my girl," he’d add, his tone low and possessive. "My woman."

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t help but yell, "Ah, there’s my girl!" with a huge grin spreading across his face when you made it out alive. Without a second thought, he’d rush to you, scoop you up in a tight embrace, and hold you like he’d never let go. "I’m so happy you're alive, baby. God, you don’t know how much I missed you." His grip would tighten as if to never let you slip away again.

—He’s the kind of guy who isn’t intimidated by you. He’ll rush toward you, full of energy, relieved that you made it through when the lights went out. While everyone else stood frozen in fear, staring in shock, you were casually wiping blood off your hands, having taken down a whole group without breaking a sweat.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t believe he’s dating you after you finally accepted him. Like, a guy like him? Sure, he’s Thanos and pretty damn cool, but damn, you’re way cooler than him. So, every now and then, he’ll just blurt out, “Damn, I’m dating her?” when he thinks about you, or “I can’t believe she’s mine.” and his friend will just stare at him, completely weirded out.

—He's the kind of guy who's wildly in love with you, the type to fight a wild animal just to impress you. He lives to make you laugh, even if it means pulling off the dumbest, most ridiculous stunts. His love is chaotic, loud, and endlessly entertaining, but that's what makes it so unforgettable.

One day he tried to bake you a cake from scratch, only to set off the smoke alarm—but he still proudly presented you with the lopsided, half-burnt result, claiming it was "made with love." Or he'd show up at your door with a bouquet made of random wildflowers (and weeds), proudly declaring it’s “nature’s finest” while grinning like a fool.

—He’s the kind of guy who would let you paint his nails in any color you choose or decorate them however you like, all because he loves you and wants you to have that little piece of him.

—Thanos is the kind of guy who always needs to be in physical contact with you when you're together—his hand on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders. He craves that connection, that constant reassurance of your presence. Public displays of affection? He couldn’t care less. If you want him to kiss you in front of everyone, consider it done. If you mention he can kiss you after a game, why would he wait for privacy when he can claim you right in front of his friends? For him, it’s not just about the kiss—it’s about showing the world that you’re his and making sure you feel adored, no matter where you are.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s utterly captivated by your thighs, completely addicted to the way they feel wrapped around him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place more intoxicating than being suffocated by your softness.

He doesn’t just admire them—he worships them. His lips leave a trail of love marks along your skin, his way of claiming every inch as his own. Between kisses, his voice comes out low and teasing, filled with desire. (He also loves eating you out while you're wrapping your thighs around his head and getting suffocated by it. )

—He’s the kind of guy who would cover you in hickeys, leaving them all over your neck and thighs, a clear sign that you’ve been claimed and are already his. With a smirk, he’d tell you he’s just marking his priority, as if every mark is a reminder of who you belong to.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d proudly show you off to his friends with a grin and say, “Yeah, this my girl right here.” And damn, he wouldn’t just say it—he’d feel like the luckiest guy alive to have you by his side.

—He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t just take you—he claims you. If he ever finds out you're with someone else, he'll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

Thanos' rough words dripped with condescension as he gripped your hips, pulling you onto his thick shaft in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into your mercilessly. "You're fucking mine, this fucking tight pussy is mine," he snarled, his balls slapping against your ass with each savage stroke. "This fat cock is the only thing you need. That pathetic loser can't touch this, can he?" He reached down to rub you clit, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to ravage you. "Hngg!...—pls s'too much! too much! Thanos m'sorry p-please I w-won't do it again."

"Stop?" He chuckled, "We both know you love this. Being used like a cheap whore, stuffed full of dick. Admit it, you'd rather choke on my cum than go back to that limp-dicked loser."

—Hes the kind of guy who loves messy blow jobs. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in blissful submission, he fucking loves it. Loves how you surrendered completely, letting him control every movement as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck... Your throat was made for my dick, wasn't it? Such a perfect fit, like you were born to worship my cock." he moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair and using your mouth like a cheap fleshlight as he chased his pleasure. The wet sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the air, punctuated by your muffled whimpers and gurgles. (Gosh he fucking loves that) "Fuck yes... hngg—take it baby, take it all, you filthy little cumdump!" His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt in your gullet while thick ropes of cum spilled in your mouth, forcing you to gag and sputter around his girth. "Look at you, such a good girl, gagging on my dick like it's your purpose in life. You were meant to be a cumdump, weren't you? Fucking slut."

—He's the kind of guy who loses his shit when you squirt into his mouth, he just fucking loves it when you're flooding his mouth with your ambrosial release. Saying "Holy shit," "I love you so fucking much baby," "Mmmm, you're fucking addictive as hell, baby. Can't get enough of this sweet juices." as he greedily laps up every drop. Just the taste of your squirting orgasm would send him into a fucking frenzy.

—He's the kind of guy who takes you apart piece by piece every time he gets you alone, his usual cruel exterior dissolving into raw, unbridled need. He doesn't just touch you—he worships you, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to draw out every moan, every shiver, every scream he can pull from you.

"You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum for me," he'd say, his voice dripping with hunger as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His lips never leave your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your thighs, across your stomach, up to your neck.

"Look at you, spread open and dripping for me like the filthy little slut you are," he taunted, dragging a finger through your slick folds. "I bet all those prissy boys never made you feel this good, did they? They probably couldn't handle a real woman like you." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as your body writhes beneath him. Even when your legs shake and your cries turn into breathless pleas, he doesn’t stop. He keeps you teetering on the edge, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re left trembling, completely undone, and utterly his.

#bangchanwifey 𝜗𝜚⋆#thanos x reader #squid game #choi su bong #graces recs!

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countyourfreckleslikestars · 2 days ago

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Threes not a crowd.

Word Count: ~4,430 words (got carried away)

Pairing(s): Nam-Gyu x Su-Bong x Reader (Threesome, m/m/f)

Warnings: pretty sure there’s everything you can think of. P with absolutely no plot, not rll proofread, long asf.

Inspired by: this fanart from @benyablinkakaeto so go support them and thank them for the idea!!

You sat in your bedroom, headphones on, letting Spotify shuffle mindlessly through songs you barely recognized. The bass thudded through your ears, drowning out everything—the street noise outside, the buzz of the fridge, and the thoughts clawing their way up from the pit of your stomach.

Even after months, you still tried to smother the memories of that place.

The screams.

The blood.

The ghosts of the people you betrayed just to survive.

In the end, it was only you three left—tattered, broken, but breathing. You made a choice: leave the island, leave the nightmare, and never look back.

Now you lived together in a penthouse downtown—something that looked like it belonged to another version of you. The walls were too clean. The windows too tall. The view too perfect. It never felt like home, but it was the only place you didn’t wake up screaming.

You sighed, dragging yourself up from the floor as you picked through a small pile of clutter. Old hoodie. Empty ramen cup. Su-Bong’s charger.

You frowned. Guess he forgot it again. You turned it over in your fingers before standing. Might as well return it—less chance of him knocking on your door half-asleep at 2AM looking for it.

You padded down the hallway barefoot, headphones still in, half-tuned out from the world. The song shifted into something dark and slow—something that matched the cloudy haze in your chest.

You barely noticed how quiet it was outside your room.

You stopped outside Su-Bong’s door and knocked lightly, expecting the usual shuffle or groggy “come in.” Nothing. You paused, then knocked again, a little louder.

Still nothing.

You pushed the door open slightly, your head peeking in—

And you froze.

Your breath caught hard in your chest, the air stolen from your lungs in an instant.

Su-Bong was lying on the bed, head tossed back against the pillows, purple hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His cheeks were flushed deep, lips red and parted around the kind of moan that vibrated through your bones. His chest rose and fell in frantic rhythm, muscles tightening with every thrust from the man on top of him.

Nam-Gyu.

Sweat glistened along his spine as he moved—slammed into Su-Bong with an unforgiving rhythm, hips crashing against him, hands gripping his wrists and pinning them to the mattress. His mouth was latched onto Su-Bong’s neck, kissing, biting, devouring.

The sounds were unreal—skin on skin, low curses, broken moans echoing off the walls like a rhythm of their own. Your headphones didn’t stand a chance against that noise. Your body didn’t either.

“F-fuck… Nam-Su…” Su-Bong moaned helplessly, voice rough and high, like the pleasure was short-circuiting every word.

You stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, every nerve in your body going haywire.

The two of them didn’t notice at first—too caught up in each other. Too desperate. Nam-Gyu moved like a man starved, like Su-Bong was the only thing keeping him alive, and he couldn’t get close enough.

Then Su-Bong’s eyes fluttered open.

He saw you.

His breath caught. His whole body jerked. “N-Nam-su—” he gasped.

Nam-Gyu slowed just enough to glance behind him.

And that’s when you moved.

“Shit—I’m so sorry!” you yelped, slapping a hand over your eyes as if that would erase the image now burned into your memory. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”

You fumbled back out the door, heart in your throat, the charger still clutched tight in your hand as it swung shut behind you.

You lean on the wall the door, breathing heavily, your headphones now resting on your shoulders, the music you were once listening to play mindlessly.

Your heart was racing. Your skin felt hot, tight, like you’d been pulled out of your own body and dropped into someone else’s fantasy.

You made it back to your room on autopilot.

Your face was on fire, your legs shaky, and your mind—fuck, your mind was a mess. You shut the door behind you like it would block out what you just saw. Like it would erase the sound of their moans from your ears. Like it would take back the ache blooming low in your stomach.

You stood in the middle of your room, chest rising and falling too fast, jaw clenched, still tasting the guilt and arousal mixing on your tongue.

You sat down on the edge of your bed.

Rubbed your hands down your thighs.

Tried to breathe.

Then the door opened.

Your head whipped up.

Nam-Gyu stood there, shirtless, his skin still glowing with sweat. His basketball shorts hung low on his hips, like he’d thrown them on without thinking—no shirt, no socks, no shame. His hair was a wreck, his silky hair sticking to his neck like he’d just rolled through a storm.

Which, to be fair, he kind of had.

His gaze flicked up and down your body. Your flushed face. The way your knees pressed together like you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Forgot the charger,” he said casually, walking in like he owned the place.

His voice was rough, still wrecked from earlier.

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You—you could’ve just grabbed it later—”

“Could’ve,” he said, kicking the door shut behind him. The click of it echoed.

“But you didn’t leave.”

Your throat went dry.

He stepped closer.

“You saw us. Didn’t leave. You came back to your room but…” He tilted his head, licking his lips like he already knew. “You couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you?”

You opened your mouth—but nothing came out.

Nam-Gyu smirked.

He closed the space between you and dropped the charger onto your bed beside you. His thigh brushed yours. His breath was warm on your cheek.

“I don’t mind being watched,” he murmured. “But if you’re gonna stare like that…” He dipped down, lips brushing your ear. “You might as well get involved.”

Your breath hitched.

He leaned back just enough to look at you. “So,” he whispered, voice dark and playful, “you want me to go back to Su-Bong?”

He paused. Tilted his head.

“Or do you want to join?”

Something inside you snapped.

You didn’t even think—you just reached up, fingers curling around the back of his neck and dragging him down into your mouth.

The kiss was hard, messy, desperate. It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry.

Nam-Gyu groaned low in his throat, his hands landing on your thighs. He grinned into your mouth like he’d been waiting for this exact reaction.

“Fuck, I was hoping you’d do that.”

In one swift motion, he yanked you up off the bed—your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist—and he was already walking.

Back down the hall.

Back toward his room.

Your heart pounded, your arms tightening around his neck. You felt every step, the heat radiating off his chest, the hard press of his body under those damn shorts.

He kicked open his bedroom door with ease.

Su-Bong was still on the bed, propped up on one elbow, cheeks flushed, his chest still rising and falling like he hadn’t quite recovered from the first round. His eyes widened when he saw you—wrapped around Nam-Gyu, lips swollen, thighs clinging to his hips.

“Is this…?” Su-Bong asked, voice rough and surprised—but his pupils blown with interest.

Nam-Gyu smirked, walking straight in like it was already decided.

“She wants in,” he said simply, dropping you gently onto the bed beside Su-Bong.

“She earned it.”

You looked between them, heat roaring beneath your skin. Nam-Gyu stood behind you now, hands on your shoulders, thumbs dragging across your collarbones like he was marking you. Su-Bong sat frozen, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing—but God, he wasn’t about to stop it.

Nam-Gyu’s lips brushed your neck as he murmured, “Still okay?”

You nodded, barely breathing. And he moved.

His hands dragged your shirt up, slow and deliberate, letting his knuckles skim your skin like he wanted to memorize it. He slipped it off over your head, discarding it on the floor before his hands found your waist.

Su-Bong sat beside you, chest still flushed and bare, eyes locked on you with something between awe and disbelief. Like he couldn’t believe this was real. Like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you.

He reached out hesitantly—then stopped. Looked at you for permission.

You nodded.

That was all it took.

His fingers landed on your thigh, warm and trembling, dragging up slowly. “You’re really here,” he whispered, like it still hadn’t hit him. His lips hovered just above your skin.

“I didn’t know if you’d want…”

You cupped his cheek and leaned in, kissing him.

Su-Bong melted.

His hands tightened on your hips, and he kissed you like he’d been holding back for years. Desperate. Shaky. Honest. Nam-Gyu chuckled behind you, his hands trailing up your spine.

“She tastes good, huh?” he murmured.

Su-Bong pulled back just slightly, breathless, eyes flicking between you and Nam-Gyu. “She’s warm,” he whispered. “Soft.”

“She’s not the only one.” Nam-Gyu dropped down beside him, and before you could even register what was happening, he was kissing Su-Bong.

And not just soft or experimental.

It was heated—needy. Nam-Gyu gripped the back of his neck, pulled him in like he couldn’t stand to be apart any longer. Their mouths moved together like they’d done this before—too many times to count. Su-Bong groaned into his mouth, fists clenching in the sheets.

You could only watch. Breathe. Throb.

Nam-Gyu bit Su-Bong’s bottom lip and tugged, then whispered, “Get her naked.”

Su-Bong turned to you like he’d just been given an assignment he was dying to complete.

His hands worked quickly, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down slow enough to savor every inch. Your underwear followed. His hands trembled as he helped you step out of them.

Nam-Gyu ran a hand up Su-Bong’s thigh, then leaned in close. “Go ahead,” he whispered. “Touch her. She already said yes.”

You felt Su-Bong’s fingers slide between your thighs.

Then his mouth.

Your gasp punched the air from your lungs as he leaned in and tasted you—tentative at first, then deeper, more confident. His tongue moved with slow precision, and you could feel his breath, his moans, the way he shook when you moaned his name.

Nam-Gyu watched, one hand sliding down his own chest, the other curled into Su-Bong’s hair, tugging it just enough to make him groan against your heat.

“Good boy,” he murmured.

Your head spun.

You didn’t know where to look—Su-Bong between your thighs, or Nam-Gyu beside him, licking his lips like he wanted next.

“You should feel how hard he gets when you moan,” Nam-Gyu said, kissing Su-Bong’s shoulder. “I bet he’d let you ride him just like this.”

Su-Bong moaned into you, hips twitching.

Nam-Gyu leaned down beside him again and whispered, “You want that, baby?”

Su-Bong gasped, pulling back slightly, mouth slick, eyes glazed. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Fuck—I want her so bad…”

Nam-Gyu grinned and kissed him again, this time dirtier—tongue licking into his mouth, tasting you on his lips. “Then lie back,” he said. “But I’m not done with you either.”

Su-Bong lay back like he’d been waiting his whole life for this.

His hands shook as he guided you over him, your thighs straddling his hips, your core hot and slick against his skin. His breath hitched when your fingers wrapped around him—hard, flushed, and twitching in your palm.

“F-fuck…” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed about this.”

You lined him up and sank down slow.

He cried out.

Head thrown back, hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him anchored. You gasped too—the stretch, the feeling, the need overwhelming.

Nam-Gyu groaned low behind you.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, watching from his knees. One hand lazily stroked himself through his shorts. “You both look so pretty like this.”

You started to move, rolling your hips slow, dragging moans from Su-Bong’s throat like confessions.

His hands trailed up your back, then down again. “F-feels so good,” he gasped. “You’re so warm—fuck, please don’t stop…”

Nam-Gyu crawled closer, reaching between Su-Bong’s legs to cup his balls, teasing him with light pressure. Su-Bong twitched beneath you.

“I told you,” Nam-Gyu purred, kissing the side of his jaw. “She was made to ruin you.”

You clenched around him just from hearing that—and Su-Bong felt it.

“Shit—again,” he whimpered. “Say that again—”

Nam-Gyu laughed. “Greedy little thing.”

Then suddenly, he was moving—lifting your hips just enough to make Su-Bong slip out of you with a needy whimper.

“Wait—!”

Nam-Gyu silenced him with a kiss—deep, slow, possessive.

“She’ll get her turn again,” he muttered against his lips, then looked at you. “But I want you to watch.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

Nam-Gyu softly flips Su-Bong over, hand softly going down his spine.

“You ready for me again?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to the back of Su-Bong’s neck. “You were begging for it earlier, remember?”

Su-Bong nodded, already panting. “Y-yeah. I want it. Want you.”

Nam-Gyu wasted no time. You watched him slick his fingers, watched them disappear between Su-Bong’s thighs—watched Su-Bong writhe and gasp and push back for more.

“Good boy,” Nam-Gyu breathed, positioning himself behind him, then pushing in slow.

Su-Bong’s moan was filthy—high, broken, desperate.

You sat there, legs shaky, hands pressed between your thighs as you watched Nam-Gyu take him. The sounds were unreal—slapping skin, shaky breaths, Su-Bong gasping every time Nam-Gyu bottomed out.

“F-fuck—so deep,” Su-Bong choked, fists gripping the sheets.

Nam-Gyu leaned down, biting his shoulder, hips snapping harder. “You love it,” he growled. “You love being fucked while she watches.”

“I do—I do—I love it—!”

Your fingers moved faster, slick with your own need, unable to look away as Nam-Gyu pounded into him, hand sliding under to stroke Su-Bong in rhythm.

“Touch yourself for us, baby,” Nam-Gyu said to you, voice wrecked. “Let me see you come while I fuck him full.”

You were already close—so close, from the sight alone.

“God, you’re perfect,” Su-Bong moaned, staring at you with tears in his lashes. “You look so—fuck, I wanna taste you again—please—!”

Nam-Gyu reached for you with his free hand. “Come here, gorgeous.”

You crawled closer, lips crashing into Nam-Gyu’s first, then moved to Su-Bong, kissing him while he gasped into your mouth—filled, wrecked, and throbbing beneath both of you.

Nam-Gyu’s rhythm stuttered. His breath caught.

“Shit—I’m gonna—”

He cursed, bit Su-Bong’s shoulder, and came with a deep, guttural moan—inside him, hips grinding, eyes locked on yours as he fell apart.

But he didn’t stop moving.

And you weren’t done yet.

Su-Bong was panting—hips twitching from aftershocks, body flushed and shining with sweat. But the second Nam-Gyu slipped out of him with a wet sound, the moment his eyes landed on you again, everything about him shifted.

He wasn’t the trembling mess anymore.

He was starving.

You barely had time to gasp before he lunged—flipping you onto your back with a strength that didn’t match his usual softness. His hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, mouth crashing into yours so hard you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“Y-you let me watch,” he whispered, voice hoarse and cracked. “You let me feel you, taste you—I need it again. Please, I need to fuck you. Let me—let me make you come. I want to feel you come around me this time.”

Nam-Gyu, still catching his breath beside you, let out a low laugh. “Look at you,” he murmured, brushing Su-Bong’s curls off his forehead. “Begging like that, and still so fucking hard.”

“I can’t help it,” Su-Bong whispered, grinding into your thigh. “She’s so warm—I can’t stop thinking about how she felt.”

You pulled him in and kissed him again, and that was all he needed.

He lined himself up with shaking fingers and pushed into you deep.

The moan that tore out of him was filthy.

Nam-Gyu sat beside you both now, hand tracing lazy circles on your stomach, watching the way Su-Bong sank into you like he was returning home.

“Fuck,” Su-Bong gasped. “You’re so wet—did watching us get you like this?”

You nodded, words stolen.

He rolled his hips once—and you arched, nails digging into his shoulders, whimpering under him. His pace started slow, but quickly picked up. He didn’t hold back. Every thrust was desperate, deep, needier than the last.

Nam-Gyu leaned over and kissed you, slow and sweet, as Su-Bong fucked you through it.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured. “Eyes all glassy. Thighs shaking.”

Su-Bong let out a broken sound. “She’s squeezing me so tight—I can’t—fuck—she’s gonna make me come—!”

Nam-Gyu kissed him next—messy, open-mouthed, fingers sliding down to circle your clit while Su-Bong pounded into you from above.

The pressure snapped like a rubber band.

You came with a cry, legs shaking violently, body clenching around Su-Bong in pulsing waves. He gasped, then followed, moaning your name into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering, body curling over yours like he was falling apart.

Nam-Gyu held you both—one hand tangled in Su-Bong’s hair, the other stroking your thigh as your breath slowed.

Silence.

Heavy, warm, complete.

Su-Bong collapsed against you, still inside, burying his face in your neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’ve never—God, I never…”

Nam-Gyu chuckled, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Welcome to the club.”

You all stayed tangled together—hot skin on skin, no need to move, no need to speak. You could feel Su-Bong’s heart pounding against your chest, Nam-Gyu’s breath on your shoulder.

For once…

You didn’t feel haunted.

You felt home.

Authors note: Uhh hi! Sooo this is long asf so hope yall liked it! Thanks so much to @benyablinkakaeto for their amazing fanart and inspiration and thank you so much for letting me write a fic abt it!!

Love ya, Moon.

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